It’s Not Easy to Be a Man After Travelling to the Future

1447: Not interested.

"Where can you be better with that person?" The person in charge calmed down, indifferently said, "To you, to him, it's nothing to do with us."

"Of course it ’s best to leave good things to yourself, but it ’s hard to stay without power ... It's a curse not a blessing." Ling Lan stood up, walked to the person in charge, and patted him heavily "When these people in your eleventh district are dead and you have cut off inheritance, decades later, do you think the term Aboriginal still exists?"

The person in charge changed suddenly.

"For an uncertain future, you would rather ruin the future of the disorderly aborigines. You are a bit silly ..." Ling Lan leaned down, looking at the person in charge with a smile, with a taunt.

The person in charge is even more ugly, the corners of his mouth moved, and he didn't know what to say.

Halfway, the responsible person stabilized himself and asked, "Tell you, can you let us go?"

Knowing that there was no room for choice, the person in charge began to look for opportunities for them to survive.

Ling shook his head said with a smile: "You're too naive. Whether you say it or not, you guys all have the same ending. However, I promise you won't kill the civilians in District XNUMX. Also, you tell this secret Maybe there is a possibility that we can kill each other. You, death, may be more valuable. "

"Ha Ha Ha ..." The person in charge suddenly laughed and laughed, and then stared fiercely at cold m, coldly said: "Since it's all dead, I tell you it's a fool."

"Anyway, that way, I don't have to tear his face with him, and it is good to continue to be my master." Ling m's face didn't matter.

The person in charge stared at Ling Lan in this way, trying to find a little hesitation and hesitation from her face, but she saw something, but the more she looked and believed, this was Ling M's real thought.

The belief supported by the responsible person collapsed, and the entire person leaned back against the back of the chair.

"You won!" Said the person in charge with a bitter smile.

His right hand suddenly pulled out a dagger around his waist and slammed it into his left shoulder.

Blood burst out, and his partner couldn't help screaming.

The three Ling Lan looked at the person in charge indifferently, without being moved.

The responsible person is secretly sighed. The disorderly aborigines are stronger and much stronger than ordinary people, but these people from the outside are not humans at all. They are abnormal.

The person in charge sighed and sighed, but the action in his hand didn't stop for a moment, and it was very neat.

I saw that he just cut open the flesh of his shoulders and exposed the shoulder bones, only to find out that some of his shoulder bones were actually made of metal.

Due to the excellent control of his own muscles, the person in charge did not shed much blood despite such self-torture.

He bit the bite, and the tip of the dagger pressed hard to somewhere on the metal shoulder bone, where the metal suddenly opened, exposing a black hole.

The tip of the dagger was pointed at the black hole, and a black object bounced out of it, suddenly flying towards Ling M.

Countless silver wires suddenly appeared in front of Ling Lan, and quickly woven into a net, wrapping the black object directly.

The person in charge resisted the pain and gasped, "All you want is in it. As for whether you can decipher it, it depends on your ability."

Ling Lan seriously looked at the black object hanging in front of her eyes in the silver wire mesh, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"I hope you can do what you want, let go of the civilians in our eleventh district. As for us, we must kill and scrape casually." Said the person in charge with a bitter smile.

"This thing, he also has one, right?" Ling Lan answered inexplicably.

The person in charge narrowed his eyes suddenly, and looked towards Lingm's eyes, which were extremely complicated.

"This thing is starting to be interesting." Ling Lan stood up, with a hint of helplessness in his eyebrows, and a little invisible surprise.

"Finally, I can go back, but take a good rest this time." Ling Lan turned and walked towards the door without looking back.

Luo Lang Zhao Jun followed closely behind.

The person in charge looked at the back of the three in suspicion. When their three people were going out of the door, they couldn't help but ask, "You guys, don't you kill me?"

"No interest. As for whether District XNUMX can survive, it's yours, not me."

I didn't see a silhouette in front of me, but the person in charge heard the cold voice of Ling Lan ...

It's cold and ruthless, but it just makes people feel grateful ...

Let's start with a chapter and see if there is a time code at night. My goal now is to change it first. Feeling fallen ...