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 everything honestly at the beginning.

I was ashamed to speak out if I didn't want the Queen to worry, and I should bear the consequences of my decisions and choices, and I didn't say anything about the heart, the infinite magic energy and the figure wearing a black cloth cloak.

But it made her even more worried.

Fang Ran, you are such a fool,

Obviously, this cliché plot that finally leads to differences among partners, have you watched it many times in movies and comics when you were a child...

If I had already explained everything to the Queen, would Ling take her to Binghai...?

That night, Fang Ran looked at the Arctic in front of him and kept thinking about this question, but he still didn't know the answer.

But he knew something very well.

If I had made it clear to the girl in front of me earlier, that would have happened last night.

So, in the early twentieth century,

In the vast fields of the Po River Plain in Italy, I was driving on the winding path with my reins and holding the reins. Looking at the golden sea of ​​wheat fields on both sides, the young man looked up at his girl who looked up at his arms and scratched his head and smiled, as if he was saying "Today is good," and other topics:

"I actually came from a hundred years later."

Hearing his answer, the girl in her arms blinked her big eyes and expressed her amazement in a slight surprise:

"So Fang Ran, do you come from a hundred years later?"

(￣w￣;)Hmm...

Let’s not talk about what I said so simply, why do you believe it so simply by Lord Queen...

"Uh, Ling, aren't you shocked... There is no such a 'bang' in my head, I feel incredible, can't you believe it at all!?"

After a moment of sweat on his face, Fang Ran looked down at her with a little ashamed and asked embarrassedly. His hand holding the reins was scattering and gestured to Ling, striving to highlight a pussy.

The girl in her arms didn't know what to say. The bright golden pupils were flashing with her lips and tried hard to follow his gesture and explained:

"Because... Fang Ran, you are so powerful, you can fly and shoot light beams, and such a big monster is not your opponent, so... it doesn't feel that surprising."

Fang Ran: "..."

I always feel like you are talking about Tiga instead of me...

However, it is generally beyond common sense to understand that a girl over ten years old can fly and shoot a beam of light, and can kill a big monster of more than fifty meters. Therefore, it seems that it is not so difficult to accept after a hundred years.

But Fang Ran sighed speechlessly when he understood himself as Ultraman:

"Okay, then that's it..."

"So Fang Ran, are you really from a hundred years later? Didn't you lie to me?"

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

Perhaps it was last night's rainy night, the embrace of the young man who came to her in the heavy rain, and the warmth of helping her wipe her tears. Compared to the past, although she was well-behaved and obedient in front of Fang Ran, she always felt a little quiet and unspeakable.

Now Ling seems to really regard Fang Ran as a trustworthy person. While getting closer, she will finally be able to match the spirit of a girl of her age shines in her eyes.

If it were a few days ago, Ling would not have asked Fang Ran to ask her to find her parents, nor would she sit in his arms and talk in such a close place.

"Of course, when did I have lied to you?"

I completely forgot what "Chinese" I talked to Ling about when teaching Italian. Fang Ran patted his chest and promised, and then...

"Would Fang Ran, are you already an old man?"

"Puff! Cough cough cough..."

Just after a second of pride, I was called back to the prototype by a naive sentence from the girl.

Fang Ran, who was choked by this sentence, kept coughing a few times, and then looked shocked and confused.

"No, Ling, have you misunderstood something..."

After coughing awkwardly, Fang Ran thought of a relatively simple explanation and explained to Ling:

"That, I am the one who lives a hundred years later, not from being a hundred years later, and I am back to being the one I am now."

"Is that true..."

Ling opened her mouth slightly and finally looked at him in amazement. Fang Ran smiled at her, then looked at the endless wheat fields ahead, not knowing where the road stretched.

"In my time, an accident caused me to wake up from an ordinary person to become a participant... Well, it's like me and those who had all kinds of superpowers last night, and then..."

"That time was probably the most confused and at a loss in my life."

Thinking of the night when he looked at the beast head and the system in the rental house, Fang Ran's eyes were lowered and he smiled with a little nostalgia.

"To be honest, I was really scared at that time. I didn't know what to do. All I thought about was hiding."

"Fang Ran, will you be scared if you are so powerful?"

As if sitting in his arms listening to bedtime stories, Ling looked at him and asked curiously, and was regarded as a very powerful person by the "Queen" which made Fang Ran feel embarrassed to scratch his head and smile awkwardly:

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

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

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

As he said this, Fang Ran’s smile on the corner of his mouth was quiet and satisfied.

"I? A hundred years later? Fang Ran, you know me a hundred years later!?"

The exquisite girl in her arms wearing a gothic dress, listening to his words, was stunned in disbelief, but soon shook her head hard and discovered a new strange place.

"A hundred years later, I'm still alive?"

In this era, girls have realized that people are generally very powerful when they live to their fifties.

A hundred years... She didn't dare to think about it.

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

Fang Ran explained naturally above the front seat of the carriage, pulling 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 in her arms like a cat, feeling warm, and she wanted to hug her tightly and rub her hard.

Ling blinked her eyes cutely, but she didn't expect that she could live for a hundred years later. She came to her senses and grabbed Fang Ran's clothes and asked anxiously:

"I will also become a participant, just like Fang Ran, you are awesome?"

Fang Ran scratched his head, recalling Ling's calm and calm look that she knew everything, and also heard the legends on the night Internet from time to time, she scratched her cheek and explained with a smile:

"Hahaha... To be precise, Ling, you are much better than me. After all, compared to a guy like me who has taken shortcuts, you are the most powerful group of people who have experienced a century of ancient participants."

"real?"

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

"real."

"What would I look like a hundred years later?"

"Uh...this..."

Hearing the girl's eyes a strong curiosity but a little scared, he asked by pressing her in front of her, Fang Ran's heart was slightly sweating and entangled.

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

Looking at Fang Ran who was stunned when he heard this when he asked this, he seemed not going to answer him honestly, Ling looked at him with big eyes and blinked a few times, and then suddenly shouted to him clearly:

“Onissum.”

"Puff! Cough! Cough..."

Then Fang Ran came back to his senses instantly, looked at the girl who suddenly "attacked" in his arms, and said in a panic when he turned red:

"Ling...Lingling, why did you suddenly say this??"

Seeing him doing exactly this, Ling's voice sounded innocent and crisp.

"Because I always feel that every time I call you Fang Ran that, you look very happy."

Fang Ran (;?д?) feels guilty......

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

Seeing that Fang Ran was still not speaking, Ling lowered her head and recalled the other "Chinese language" that Fang Ran taught her. Then, at the moment she remembered, she raised her head and blinked Qianjin's eyes at him, and spoke crisply:

“Master!”

Puff (nosal bleeding)...

(*//////) can't do it anymore. If this continues, I... may be dead...

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

Ling, who had a strong aura in her impression, used this kind of small number to act cute and coquettish look to herself. The old man Fang Ran gave in and gave in and made a "concession".

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

"Carol, my name is Carol."

Then he spoke with some guilt for cheating Fang Ran:
To be continued...