MTL - Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man-Chapter 1445 What is here?

1445: What's there?

The eleventh district, the group led the discussion, for a long time, still have no clue, can only end the grass, go back.

The person in charge watched everyone leave, and this was a sigh.

The person sitting on his left hand whispered, "What's wrong?"

The person in charge smiled and said: "The longer we stay here, the more I feel confused."

The person around me listened, didn't answer, the original cold face, the muscles twitched uncontrollably.

"Do you feel it too?" The head of the person looked at the calm grass outside the window, and although the sun was shining outside, he still felt a chill in his heart.

During this time, they have been moving frequently. Did the thirteen masters be fooled by them? He only hopes now that the thirteenth Lord is attracted to the attention of the newcomer and ignores this battlefield.

"The war has been expanded, some inexplicable, and the ninth district..." The people around him said deep-seated concerns.

"These words cannot be said to them, but we can only talk about them privately." If you want to unite these people, you must give them hope, not a reality without the future. Freedom, especially under the invincible armed forces, seeks freedom. It must be brainwashed to make people stick to it. Otherwise, no one will be willing to gamble.

"I know." It seems that this person is the confidant of the person in charge.

"I only hope that the lord will give strength." Perhaps he is their vitality? As long as the other main attentions are in the new lord, perhaps their chances are also uncertain.

"What do I need to force?" A cold voice suddenly sounded in their ears, and suddenly they changed their faces.

After all, the person in charge is the person in charge. Under a change, he quickly controls his emotions and looks up at the door: "Since it is here, why should he hide?" He spoke federally, and his accent was awkward, but it was accurate.

When the voice just fell, I saw the five meters in front of me. A figure appeared out of thin air and walked over step by step.

I saw that the man was wearing a mech to control the uniform, seemingly no expression, not happy, but the coldness of that body, it was frightening.

The person coming is very rude and walks directly to the right hand side of the person in charge.

Suddenly the seat was pulled open. I don’t know when there were two people in the seat that were also wearing the armor control suit. They held the two ends of the chair back and pulled it back to leave it. The neutral.

These two people, one burly and handsome, one weak and soft. Obviously, the two styles can stand together, not obvious, and quite harmonious.

In this case, the cold man seems to have no accidents. When he turns around, he sits down in a big way.

The person in charge has shrunk slightly: "Hey Lord."

Combining the beginning of the sentence requires me to give something to force, and then seeing his men come to him silently, and let them feel nothing, the responsible person will immediately determine who is coming.

Ling Lan only glanced at him faintly, not answering yes or no.

The person in charge said that the lord is affirmative, not a question, and does not need Ling Lan to answer.

"The Lord is coming to visit, it is really far from welcoming, I don't know what is going on here?" The responsible person suddenly laughed and welcomed the party with great enthusiasm.

"You...What's there?" Ling Lan was not polite, and went straight to the subject as soon as he came up.

"What?" The responsible person's face has not changed, but the eyelids have shrunk slightly. If Ling Lan is particularly concerned about him, this subtle change may not be noticed.

Sure enough, there is a problem here. Ling Lan’s mouth tilted slightly, although the arc was almost no...

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