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No matter which era, for my safety, Ling chose to face it alone.

But no matter which era, I made the mistake of not telling the whole truth at the beginning.

Because I didn’t want to worry the Queen, and I should bear the consequences of my decisions and choices myself, etc., I was too shy to speak out, so I didn’t say anything about my heart, infinite magic power, or the figure wearing a black cloth cloak.

But it made her even more worried.

Fangran, you are such a fool,

It is obvious that this kind of clichéd plot is hidden and ultimately leads to disagreements between partners. Haven't you seen it many times in the movies and comics when you were a child...

If everything had been explained to the Queen earlier, would Ling have taken him to the ice sea with her...?

On the icebreaker sailing in the North Pole that night, Fangran kept thinking about this question while looking at the North Pole in front of him, but he still doesn't know the answer.

However, he knew one thing very well,

If I had made it clear to the girl in front of me earlier, something like that would never have happened last night.

So, at the beginning of the twentieth century,

In the vast fields of the Po River Plain in Italy, holding the reins and driving the carriage on the winding road, looking at the golden waves of wheat fields on both sides, the young man looked at the girl in his arms who looked up at him, scratched his head and smiled, as if Just as simple as saying "It's a nice day today" or something like that:

"I actually come from a hundred years in the future."

After hearing his answer, the girl in his arms blinked her eyes and expressed surprise in a low voice:

"So Fangran, are you from a hundred years in the future?"

(￣ω￣;)Hmm....

Forget about what I said so simply, why did you, Queen, believe it so simply...

"Uh, Ling, aren't you shocked...don't you have that kind of 'bang' in your head, it feels incredible and you can't believe it!?"

Sweating on his face, Fangran looked down at her with a slight shame and asked awkwardly. The hand holding the reins was gesticulating for Ling, trying to highlight a perfect figure.

The girl in his arms didn't know what to say, her light golden pupils were shining with energy, she pursed her lips and tried to follow his gestures to explain:

"Because...Fangran, you are so powerful, you can fly, and you can shoot beams, and such a big monster is no match for you, so...it doesn't feel that surprising."

Fangran: "..."

I always feel that what you said is talking about Tiga and not me...

However, I can generally understand that for a girl over ten years old, it is beyond common sense and incredible for a girl to fly, shoot beams, and kill a giant monster more than fifty meters away, so it seems that it is not so difficult to accept coming from a hundred years later. A simple truth,

It was just the way of understanding himself as Ultraman that made Fangran sigh slightly speechlessly:

"Okay, so be it..."

"So Fangran, are you really from a hundred years in the future? Didn't you lie to me?"

Ling, who was sitting in front of him, turned around and looked up at him with bright eyes.

Maybe it was the rainy night last night, the embrace of the young man who came to her despite the heavy rain, and the warmth that helped her wipe away her tears. Compared to the past, although she was obedient and obedient in front of Fangran, she always felt a little quieter and less talkative. ,

Now Ling seems to truly regard Fang Ran as someone she can trust. As she gets closer, the look of a girl of her age finally shines in her eyes.

A few days ago, Ling would never have made a request to Fang Ran that she wanted to find her parents, nor would she have sat in his arms and talked so closely.

"Of course, when did I lie to you Ling?"

Completely forgetting what he and Ling talked about about 'Chinese language' during the Italian teaching, Fangran assured her with a pat on her chest, and then...

"So Fangran, are you already a grandfather?"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."

I just felt proud for a second,

He was brought back to his original shape by the girl's innocent words.

Fangran was choked by these words, coughed a few times, and then looked unexpectedly frightened and confused.

"No, Ling, did you misunderstand something..."

After coughing twice awkwardly, Fangran thought of a simpler explanation and explained to Ling:

"Well, I am the person who will live a hundred years from now. I am not the person who lived a hundred years from now and returned to the person I am now."

"Is that so..."

Ling opened her mouth slightly, and finally looked at him with some incredible wonder. Fangran smiled at her, and then looked at the endless wheat fields in front of her, not knowing where this road extended.

"In my time, an accident made me awaken from an ordinary person to a participant... Well, it was just like me and those people with various superpowers last night, and then..."

"At that time, it was probably the most confused and overwhelmed time in my life."

Thinking of himself in the rental house that night, looking at the animal head and the system, feeling confused and uneasy, Fangran lowered his eyes and smiled in a nostalgic way.

"To be honest, I was really scared at the time. I didn't know what to do at all. All I could think about was hiding."

"Fangran, you are so powerful that you can be scared?"

As if she was sitting in his arms and listening to a bedtime story, Ling looked at him and asked curiously. Being regarded as a very powerful person by the 'Queen' made Fangran feel a little embarrassed and scratched his head and laughed:

"I wasn't that powerful at that time, but Ling, you were very powerful at that time..."

He took a long breath, then looked at the cute girl who was blinking and stunned and said with a smile:

"It was Ling who helped me get through the period when I was most confused and overwhelmed, and then I finally met all kinds of people who changed my life."

When he said this, the smile on the corner of Fangran's mouth was quiet and satisfied.

"Me? A hundred years from now? Fangran, do you know me a hundred years from now!?"

As for the delicate girl wearing a Gothic dress in his arms, after listening to his words, her face was stunned with disbelief, but she quickly shook her head vigorously and discovered a new strange place.

"Am I still alive in a hundred years?"

In this era, girls realize that people generally live to be in their fifties and are already very powerful.

A hundred years...she couldn't even think about it.

"Yes, Ling, you were also a participant at that time. Participants can live a long time."

Ran explained in a matter-of-fact manner on the front seat of the carriage, holding the reins with one hand and holding the girl's soft waist with the other to prevent her from falling. Ling's slender and petite body sat in front of him, leaning against his arms to keep her warm like a cat. Yeah, I feel like I want to hold her tight and rub her hard.

Ling blinked her dumbfounded eyes cutely. She didn't expect that she could live a hundred years later. When she came to her senses, she grabbed Fangran's clothes and asked eagerly:

"I will also be a participant, someone as powerful as you, Fangran?"

Fangran scratched his head, recalling Ling's indifferent and calm demeanor where he knew everything, and the legends he heard on the night network from time to time. He scratched his cheek and explained with a smile:

"Hahaha... to be precise, Ling, you are much more powerful than me. After all, compared to guys like me who take shortcuts, you are truly an ancient participant who has been through it for a century, and you are the most powerful group of people. "

"real?"

Ling pursed her lips and widened her eyes and said with some disbelief. She always felt that what Fang Ran said was like telling a story to herself.

"real."

"What will I look like a hundred years from now?"

"Um...this..."

Hearing the strong curiosity but a little fear in the girl's eyes, she asked in front of him, Fangran sweated slightly and said in confusion.

What should I do, should I tell the truth here...

And looking at Fang Ran who was stunned when she heard her question and seemed not to answer her honestly, Ling looked at his big eyes and blinked a few times, and then suddenly shouted to him crisply:

"Onii-chan."

"Pfft! Cough! Cough cough..."

Then Fangran came back to his senses in an instant, looked at the girl who suddenly 'attacked' him in his arms, blushed and stammered in a panic:

"Ling...Lingling, why are you saying this all of a sudden!?"

Seeing him acting like this, Ling's voice sounded pure and innocent.

"Because I always feel like every time I call you Fangran that, you look very happy."

Fangran (；?д?) feels guilty....

"If this doesn't work, then..."

Seeing that Fang Ran still didn't speak, Ling lowered her head and recalled the other 'Chinese dialects' Fang Ran taught her. Then at the moment she remembered it, she raised her head and blinked her light golden eyes at him. , crisp opening:

"Master!"

Poof (nosebleed)....

(*////口////) No way, if this continues, I...may die...

"Okay, okay, stop! I said that's it, I said it's not okay, but in exchange, Ling, you have to tell me what your real name is, how about it?"

It was a bit unbearable for the impression that Ling, who had a strong aura, acted cute and coquettishly towards him in such a smaller manner, so the old man surrendered in a second and made a 'concession'.

Then the girl in her arms sat down honestly. If possible, everyone should be very curious about what they will look like in the future, and Ling was no exception. She nodded obediently and said her name.

"Carol, my name is Carol."

Then he felt a little guilty for deceiving Fangran and said:

"The name Ling is actually..."

"It's okay, to me, Ling, you are Ling,"

Fangran muttered the name, slightly lost in thought, and then smiled softly at her, as if looking back in time:

"By the way, Carol, what a good name."

"Then it's time for you to tell me."

Seeing that the young man didn't mind this matter, the girl urged him and shook him gently, wondering what she would be like in a hundred years.

"Then let's make an agreement first. After I tell you, Ling, you can't be angry."

"Yeah, yeah."

Curiosity can be satisfied immediately. Her slender calves wearing black stockings and cowhide short boots can't help shaking. Carol...or Ling is nodding to Fangran in assurance like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Ling you in a hundred years' time..."

Speaking of this, Fangran sighed, and then recalled the memory of meeting Ling from the very beginning, as if he had finally gotten the essence of the truth after going through twelve sets of Wusan Huanggang baptisms. He nodded slightly and nodded seriously:

"She's a big arrogant person."

"Proud...?"

Ling was stunned for a moment without understanding, then looked at Fangran and asked:

"What do you mean, will I be arrogant in a hundred years?"

These simple words and innocent eyes made Fangran look away slightly with a guilty conscience, pouted and said:

"Yeah, she's fierce and arrogant. She'll always hit my face with a power bank. She always looks like a queen who's hard to get close to and is aloof. She oppresses me all day long because she's better than me."

"And he doesn't say anything, is willful and arbitrary, leaves me alone and goes out alone. All in all, he has a very bad character."

"A hundred years from now, will I look like this..."

To Fangran's surprise, after listening to his embellished nonsense, the girl in his arms just lowered her head and murmured something novel, then raised her eyes and spoke to Fangran with shining eyes:

"Then I promise you, Fangran, that you will never become that...well, arrogant person like you said."

The look on his face was stunned. Seeing the girl in front of him smiling and promising himself, Fangran looked dull.

Such a cute and well-behaved Queen, am I living in a dream...

"So Fangran Fangran, what did I look like at that time? Have I turned into an old woman...?"

"Ah, that's not true."

Fangran, who was still immersed in the fact that the Ling he knew had such a well-behaved and obedient side, couldn't help himself for a long time, listened to Ling ask this question again, and answered subconsciously.

"If I'm not an old lady, what do I look like?"

Ling asked with some confusion. She thought that even if she could live that long, she would definitely be very old in a hundred years.

"What does it look like..."

Fangran was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and looked up and down at the girl sitting in his arms. She had long light blond hair, a fair face, and a petite figure. Her arms were tied with long sleeves that covered her hands, and she wore a black and white Gothic skirt. The legs are slender and soft wearing black stockings,

It's basically not much different from a hundred years ago...

"Biling, you are a little older than you are now, just a size bigger."

Without thinking too much, Fangran made rough gestures with his hands and said the answer casually,

Then he saw the girl in his arms falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Am I still the same as I haven't grown up in a hundred years..."

"Ahhh! No, no, Ling, listen to me, you have grown up for a while, and you are a beautiful lady with a thin waist and long legs! Ah... It's just that when I met you later, I didn't I know what's going on and have already retracted..."

Ling was hit in an unexpected place, and Fangran hurriedly tried to comfort her without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the girl in his arms pursed her lips angrily for some reason, raised her head angrily, and looked straight at herself with her eyes wide open.

Forehead....

Fangran's expression froze, remembering Uncle Fang's meaningful smile and teaching himself the core idea of ​​'just flatter a girl when you coax her', and cautiously said tentatively:

"Well... I think Ling, you look pretty good at your age... very cute..."

cute...

Ling lowered her head and grasped the cuffs of her long sleeves with her palms. The things she had thought of with her face turned hot were suddenly shattered. She bit her lip and started to get into an awkward situation with dissatisfaction.

"Fangran, you idiot!"

"Huh! Ha!?...Why..."

"That's enough! I won't let you hug me anymore. Let me go quickly..."

"No, Your Lady Queen, didn't you promise not to be angry... And wasn't I complimenting you?"

In the 20th century, on the small road on the wheat field slope, the confused and confused shouts of the stupid young man who had no understanding of girls and no love feelings came from the carriage. As the slowly extending ruts spread farther and farther... .