Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man

1391: Raise?

"Explain?" Luo Lang raised his eyebrows, and the whole person suddenly smiled, making people's eyes shine, and there is an illusion that the whole world has become brilliant.

Suddenly, Luo Lang’s right hand suddenly burst and a white light flashed.

The purple robe old man’s eyes are fast, and he will retreat a few meters in one step.

A purple cloak slowly fell from the air and eventually landed on the ground. It was originally part of the old robe of the purple robe, but at this time, it has been cut neatly.

At this time, Luo Lang, the right hand has already held a sword that is out of the sheath. It is this sword that has smashed the corner of the old robe of the purple robe.

The old man in purple robe looked at the corner of the clothes and slowly looked up. There was condensation in his eyes: "Four kings..."

He was one of the 12 law enforcement divisions of the earthquake. Before he came here, the Lord had taken care of it. He should pay careful attention to the four new kings of the Lord.

The original 12 guards are familiar to each other and know what the other party's bottom line is. Generally, there will be no problems. But these new four kings, they have not seen, although they have heard the characteristics of their appearance, but the image in their minds is still very vague, let alone know their spleen bottom line. The Zhenzhu took care of them, and they were afraid of their negligence, and they had friction with these four people. After all, this war, the two sides cooperated and there was a contradiction, which was always unfavorable.

They were very cautious at the beginning, but they were cautious, and they didn’t know that in the four kings of the Lord, some people were as pure as a pretty girl, but they couldn’t help but let his unsuccessful grandson see it. An oversight has caused this trouble.

Why is the old man in purple robe so certain that it is a trick to get to the realm of their own, and they can feel the general strength of the other side. The old man in Zipao is very clear. The beautiful and over-extended person in front of him is not much weaker than him. And to achieve this level, and the appearance of strange, combined with the nickname of the four kings, the three words of Qiao Tianwang jumped out clearly.

"How is this explanation?" Luo Lang asked with a smile.

The old man's eyes were smoked, and the smile of the handsome king made him feel very scared. The smile was very pure, but the feeling he could give him was - dangerous.

"Sorry, we are offended." The old man in purple robe chose to give in, because the commander of the earthquake, but also because this beautiful king made him unsure.

"So, very good." Luo Lang's right hand slightly shocked, and saw that the sword was dissipated like a mist, and instantly disappeared.

The purple robe old man's eyes flashed cold, pressed down the anger that was stirred up by Luo Lang, and turned away.

It doesn't matter, there is time for revenge, he is not in a hurry.

Luo Lang looked at the old man in purple robe and left, which turned back to the distance faintly. At this time, suddenly there was a person next to him, it was Zhao Jun.

"You offended him." Zhao Jun pointed out the fact.

"What about that?" Luo Lang gave him a cold look.

"It's not cute. In the past, you didn't have such a temper." Zhao Jun shrugged.

“Before? Do I have a chance to show it?” Luo Lang snorted. “All of them have been treated by Xie Yi...”

Speaking of this name, Luo Lang felt that the heart was hurting. Yes, at that time, he only had to concentrate on cultivation, and the trivial things around him were all handled by that person. After the military school was rescued by the boss, he did not seem to have any troubles because of his appearance? Yes, Xie Yi helped him solve the problem before he even shot.

At that time, he felt that Xie Yi was enough for his buddies, knowing what he hated most, and helped him solve it one step at a time. Now think about it... Is this really only brotherhood?

Luo Lang felt that he was a little confused. Since Xie Yi’s last moment, I liked you and let his world directly subvert. Now I think about their relationship with them. It used to be natural. Now I feel that there seems to be something more.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it." Luo Lang shook his head and flew the chaos directly. "When Xie Yi is back, I can always figure it out."

Since he returned to the disorder with the Garland, the boss hinted that Xie Yi may not have died. This makes Luo Lang ecstatic, although Ling Lan also said that everything is uncertain. However, Luo Lang, who is 100% trusting in the boss, is very certain that Xie Yi will definitely be alive and he will definitely return.

"You are also talking about it..." Zhao Jun remembered that the neighboring Luo Lang was around, and Xie Yi, who had the best relationship with Xie Yi, nodded.

It’s just that he couldn’t think of it. In the early days of the Qing Dynasty, the battle situation would be so tragic. Xie Yi was still alive and dead. Fortunately, the boss said that Xie Yi should be fine. Otherwise, he would like to return to the Federation and marry a military department to let them give a statement.

Zhao Jun still wants to take a few words and suddenly feels a wave of energy fluctuations in front.

I looked at Luo Lang and almost disappeared at the same time. Like them, there is the other side of Tang Ning Yu Mu.

In the next second, the four people came to the forefront of the battlefield almost at the same time, standing in the shape of a fan standing behind Ji Ming and several other guards.

On the opposite side, there have also been twelve people, six of them, each with a uniform clothing, but in the choice of color, but two extremes. On one side is a black GI, and on the other is a colorful costume that can be dazzling.

Knowing that the four of them were not familiar with the disorder, Ji Ming whispered to them that the black costume was the six royalties from the Lord’s twelve royalties. And the color can brighten everyone's eyes is the six charms of the demon Lord's twelve charms.

Six charms? The four people almost didn't maintain their facial expressions. You think about it, the six great men, wearing the clothes of the flowering branches, also claim to be charm... It is a bit chilly.

"That time, the other party sent these 12 people?" Or Tang Ningyu's emotional control is the best, the first one asked about the case of the battlefield.

"Who knows." Ji Ming shook his head. "It may be just on the bright side. There are still pressures behind it. It may be really only these twelve people."

"In fact, the problem is not here, you look behind the twelve people." Ji Ming pointed to a farther place.

I saw a lot of people standing there, although they were far away from each other, they were visually clear and seemed to be not far from them.

"That is the mech." Zhao Jun has a double eye, this scale should be no less than 5,000 people.

"Yeah, do you really think that we will fight against these people in the war?" Ji Ming said, "The main thing is to watch the mech war. We are just incidental, and it is convenient for us to solve some grudges."

"As long as 5,000 thousand machine A?" The two masters joined hands, these numbers, for Zhao Jun who have experienced many battles, hundreds of thousands each time, and even have a million mechs, it is really not eye-catching.

"This is just a trial war." Ji Ming looked at Zhao Jun with a contemptuous look. "The 5,000-machine battle is required. The real war is open. How can it be only these. Of course, this 5000 machine is the elite armor selected by the two masters. The division is more powerful."

"There is still a number of mechs that stipulate the war..." Zhao Jun feels that this kind of war is a kind of family, and there is no real sense of reality.

"This is an agreement between the thirteen masters. It must be observed. Apart from these, everything else is true." Ji Ming is faint. He just entered disorder, and thought it was a play. He had experienced countless battles and saw the bloodshed of countless people. He had already realized that for the 13th, it was a game, but for the following For people, every battle is to use life. No one knows who it will be.

It seems that I heard the meaning of Ji Ming’s words. Zhao Jun, who was somewhat disapproving, looked very dignified.

"I can't understand it. The relationship between the 13th and the 13th is good. They can coexist peacefully. Why do you have to come to a big melee every year, and let countless people shed blood and sacrifice?" Tang Ningyu, who was listening to it, frowned. Dao, he really can't accept this kind of rule, just like anyone except the thirteen lords.

Ji Ming did not answer. As a guest, he knew that this was for what they did for the countries in the center... but whether it was for disorder or for others, he has not figured it out yet.

"It should be raising a donkey." Mu Chaoran thought about it and replied.

"Do you raise a donkey?" Luo Lang looked at Mu Chaoran inexplicably.

"The disorder is blocked by the central countries. Although the material economy is restricted and cannot be developed, it can also prevent the invasion of foreign enemies." Mu Chaoran said what he thought, "born in sorrow and death, here." Although the sentence is somewhat inconsistent with the disorder, there is also such a meaning that without the danger of foreign enemies, it is equal to being captive, it is easy for the disorderly people to lose the wildness and the horrible fighting power. Isn’t this kind of tough fighting power in the center? Once it’s lost... it’s really unsuccessful.”

"There is no foreign enemy~www.ltnovel.com~ In order to maintain this kind of combat power, only the civil war can be opened." Mu Chaoran also reminded Tang Ningyu, he added, "Through regular campaigns, let the disorderly people Keeping a strong war, you can also let them evolve and improve in the battlefield, eliminate some of the weak, and leave the strong."

Mu Chaoran Tang Ningyu’s words made Ji Ming’s heart amazed. Is this the truth?

The thirteen masters opened all kinds of battles, not only to show the drama to the countries in the central area, but also to make the fighting power of the people in the disorderly zone stronger.

"This is very reasonable." Zhao Jun said faintly. "Otherwise, there is no way to explain it."

"Yes, is it still fratricidal?" Luo Lang asked, is this a good reason? All instinctive Luo Lang, very uncomfortable with the decision of the Thirteen.

"Yeah, the reason is good, the essence is still killing each other." Mu Zhaoran's expression is also a bit cold, and those in power, when making some decisions, are often ruthless.

PS: There are more words in this chapter, and the previous chapter is less. I don't know why, the recent state is not particularly good, I hope to adjust it as soon as possible. This is the case today, everyone good night, what?