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

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"Uh..." The captain immediately looked below him and saw a huge sword that was black but shone with metallic light, stabbing him directly in the waist, and blood was slowly flowing out.

"Whoa." There was a flash of black light, and the giant sword disappeared in front of him instantly. It seemed that the scene just now was just his phantom, but unfortunately the severed waist told him that it was not an illusion.

"Ah~!" The captain shouted in pain. Is that mecha really not a phantom? Is it really controlled by a human?

"In Discord, you are the strongest mecha masters. Unless a god-level master comes over, you are invincible." He remembered what their demon master said to them.

"You're lying, Demon Lord, you lied to me..." The captain breathed his last in grief and anger. He could not close his eyes until his death.

Ling Lan pulled out the sky again, and the slight dull feeling coming from the mecha's palm made her frown slightly. This means that the wear rate of the sky has destroyed its original sharpness...

"Kill me!" Another group of captains who had just arrived saw their companions being ruthlessly killed by a mecha. Their whole bodies exploded and they were extremely angry.

There is no right or wrong on the battlefield. They are all comrades and partners who advance and retreat together. After many bloody storms, they can only survive by supporting each other. The feelings for each other are unforgettable, and the grief and anger in seeing one's companions killed is no less than that of one's closest relatives being killed. Ling Lan and others are like this, and so are they.

"Kill!" Ling Lan rushed forward without hesitation, and the power she controlled began to strengthen to make up for the gradual loss of the sharpness of the sky.

"Whoops!" Another opponent died in her hands. Ling Lan didn't know how many captains had died in her hands. Maybe the other person is a good person who loves his family and is willing to help others in normal times, but here, they are all enemies. Either you die or I die.

"This kind of war is really disgusting." There was no national crisis or family feud, it was just a game played by the superiors, but it caused countless people to sacrifice their lives. Linglan felt disgusted with Discord for the first time: "I Hate it, hate it.”

As Ling Lan shouted angrily, the sky mercilessly pierced the control cabin of a mecha again.

"Then you must become a chess player, not a chess piece." Suddenly the voice of Instructor No. 1 came to my ears.

Ling Lan's eyes became extremely sharp: "From the moment I entered Discord, I never wanted to be a chess piece, the master, the master..."

Of these two words, the first one was whispered with a little regret.

The latter sound was made through gritted teeth, with anger that could not be concealed.

"Just make up your mind." Number 1's voice was still cold.

In the place where Ling Lan couldn't see, in the exclusive space of Instructor No. 1, his cold face, which was originally expressionless, could rarely see a trace of distress, a trace of confusion, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Isn't this what you want? Why do you still regret it?" Suddenly, a pair of jade hands appeared in the air, forcefully opening the space, and a graceful girl walked out of it, with a look of disdain on her face.

No. 1 glanced at her, slowly closed his eyes, and stopped paying attention.

"Your expression is really annoying." There was a hint of anger on No. 4's face, and he walked over and hugged Instructor No. 1's neck.

"Bang!"

Mentor No. 4 was ejected.

Instructor No. 1 said slowly: "No. 4, don't cross the line."

"What boundary has been crossed? How about I just like you? I liked you before I entered here, and I still like you after entering here. I pursue the person I like. What did I do wrong?" No. 4 stood firm and sneered. .

"Don't forget our responsibilities, No. 4." No. 1 was still cold, and what No. 4 said could not sway him at all.

"Responsibility? Your Fourth Highness? You are half dead now, and you don't have the ability to do anything. As for Ling Lan? If you don't give me a chance to play, what duties do I have to perform?" No. 4 said this with a lot of resentment. Which instructor is as frustrated as she is? Finally, there is a female student, let her have a chance to show off her skills, but she is in her twenties, and she doesn't even have a chance to play? Sometimes she thought that Ling Lan was actually a man, not a girl.

The main culprit that caused such tragic consequences was undoubtedly the cold, dead No. 1 in front of him. It makes people angry and annoying just looking at it...it makes me like it so much that I can't stand it. Well, No. 4 knew that she had lost her life to No. 1. She fell in love with such a bad man. She must be an M.

"Ling Lan doesn't need your things now." Number One insisted on this.

"Ling Lan is a girl, you can't train her as a man." No. 4 rushed over, grabbed No. 1 by the collar, and said with anger on his face.

"No matter whether Ling Lan is a boy or a girl, she is destined to become a king. To become a king, the last thing she needs is those things that show weakness." No. 1 said calmly.

"Where am I weak? I can make her fully demonstrate the charm of a woman and make those men surrender." No. 4 did not accept No. 1's rhetoric at all.

No. 1 grabbed No. 4 by her collar and slowly placed it on her chest: "Only those who are not strong enough need these heresy. Ling Lan is strong enough, and she will get stronger. No. 4, you actually know it very well. This is why I didn’t force myself to appear in front of Ling Lan, I just waited for your opportunity silently.”

"Am I just a heretic?" No. 4 asked sadly with tears in his eyes, "Am I so unconventional?"

"The suitable one is the best, but Ling Lan doesn't need it yet." No. 1 looked up and looked outside. Ling Lan was fighting bloody battles. This was her battle. Even if they, the mentors, wanted to help, they couldn't help. "You understand, what Linglan wants now is strength, his own strength, and the strength of his subordinates, and you have no room to display these."

"I am indeed a superfluous person." No. 4 laughed self-deprecatingly, a tear falling quietly from the corner of his eye.

"Everyone has his value, but the time has not come yet." No. 1 took No. 4's hands and gently pushed her out in front of him, "When Linglan enters another stage, she will need your."

Having said that, Mentor No. 1 closed his eyes again. No. 4 wanted to say something more, but found that he had been expelled from Mentor No. 1's space.

Number 4 paused and returned to his own space in the next second.

"Hmph, if you don't let me touch you, can't I let you take the initiative to touch me?" No. 4 swept away the sadness and weakness in front of No. 1, and smiled as proudly as a fox who has eaten meat.

"Also, Xiao Linglan, you must give your masters some credit. I'm still waiting to appear, so don't lose." No. 4 suppressed his smile, with a hint of worry.

Although she has never met or interacted with Ling Lan, she has been watching Ling Lan grow up. To her, Ling Lan is as familiar to her as her own child. Her feelings for Ling Lan are no less than those of other mentors. . Besides, there is the bonus of Tutor No. 1. If No. 1 likes and loves, she must also like and love.