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

One thousand four hundred and twenty-seven: Confrontation.

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Ling Lan didn't refute, but she didn't accept Ganzhu's statement either. She just looked at Ganzhu with a smile.

The owner didn't care about this. He reached out to take the tea handed over by the owner, took a sip, then gently placed it on the coffee table next to him, and then looked at Ling Lan indifferently.

The entire space suddenly condensed, Luo Lang's standing posture changed instantly, and the originally restrained killing aura flashed again.

Ling Lan didn't seem to notice it at all, still sitting calmly, and even her smile didn't change at all.

Li Lanfeng and Ling Lan seemed to be similar, but how could the master miss his lowered right hand, that light fist.

Sure enough, this new Gen Lord is the most noteworthy.

After a few glances, the leader could tell the strength of the three young men in front of him.

This new Gen Lord is obviously the strongest one, and the one who keeps laughing is the second best. And the one who is the youngest and the simplest is probably the weakest.

However, the leader likes the weakest but most innocent boy the most. What I dislike the most is the person who laughs all the time, but can't hide his thoughts and likes to scheme.

As for the new Gen Master... Gan Master sighed slightly in his heart. If possible, he really didn't want him to become an enemy.

The leader is still a little concerned about this person who is somewhat uncontrollable.

Finally, the leader took the initiative to speak, "Okay, assuming we are really selfish in starting a war as you said, then what benefits can we get from starting a war?"

"Profits of war." Ling Lan looked around the top of the tower and smiled, "For example, the Mecha Scavenger Alliance."

"If we don't turn it on, wouldn't we lose nothing?" The leader asked with a smile, "In a war, there will always be consumption, and aren't we the ones who consume it?"

"If only the Thirteen Lords play by themselves, of course the gain outweighs the losses. But in a big battle, is it really only the Thirteen Lords who play?" Ling Lan suddenly leaned forward and stared at the Lord with cold eyes, with a hint of intimidation.

The leader was astonished. He didn't expect that a boy at the level of an emperor would dare to use such a coercive attitude towards a supreme being of the divine domain. He really didn't know whether to laugh at the other person's overestimation of his abilities or to praise the other person for his boldness?

"Is there anyone else? I remember Discord only had thirteen masters, not fourteen masters." Ganzhu denied.

"Yes, Discord does not have fourteen masters, only thirteen masters, but behind these thirteen masters, there are different masters, right?" Ling Lan said with a smile.

When the leader heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, shining directly at Ling Lan.

"Bang!"

Li Lanfeng and Luo Lang felt a loud vibration in their ears, and their head suddenly felt dizzy.

Ganzhu and Ling Lan were still sitting on the sofa on one side, looking at each other coldly. The only difference was that a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Ling Lan's mouth.

Just now, there is no doubt that the two of them secretly fought again. The attack of the God Realm Supreme was forced to be resisted by an emperor-level one.

A flash of surprise quickly flashed in the eyes of the leader. He knew that he did not hold back on that move just now. He thought that it would definitely seriously injure the opponent, but unexpectedly, the opponent actually resisted it, and the wisp of blood at the corner of the opponent's mouth was... The Lord knew that it was not some internal injury, but a sudden surge of blood that could not be suppressed in time. As long as the opponent was given a few breaths of time, he could recover as before.

"Yes, it seems that you are not only at the emperor level, I am afraid that you have already stepped into the divine realm with half of your feet." For the first time, the Ganzhu's eyes showed a cautious look, and at the same time, there was a hint of murderous intent hidden in it.

Back then, when he was still at this age, he had just entered the title realm, and the emperor level was an existence that he could not even imagine. If not for a coincidence, he might only be able to reach the emperor level in this life. But what kind of talent does this young man have that allows him to easily enter this unpredictable world?

"Now that we have embarked on this path, who doesn't yearn for that world?" Ling Lan said lightly.

"Are you really from the Soul Realm?" Ganzhu had doubts about what he originally believed to be the truth.

"What about you? Lord Ganzhu." Ling Lan asked without replying.

"Me?" Ganzhu laughed loudly, "You said,

Who in this world can make me obey orders? "

"With the strength of Ganzhu, unless a divine domain supreme of the same level or a god-level master appears, it will be difficult to make you bow. However, it is not only strength that can make people obey orders, but also emotions." Ling Lan smiled. Smiling, "Master Qianzhu, I'm afraid you will never forget your homeland."

"Homeland?" Ganzhu suddenly sneered, "Do you think I still have a homeland?"

"Why not?" Ling Lan glanced at the cuffs of the master, "If you really forgot, why did you insist on wearing that totem bracelet?"

The leader raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand, revealing the bracelet with a dragon head, and asked with a smile, "Shouldn't it be a coincidence?"

Ling Lan nodded and said, "Well, coincidence is also a term, but if you are not the leader, you can use it."

"This is strange, why can't I just have a coincidence?" the leader asked puzzledly.

The corners of Ling Lan's lips curled up slightly, "The Supreme Being of the Divine Realm has its own barrier. The laws of coincidence in this world cannot affect you, unless you do it intentionally."

The leader's eyes turned cold, "It seems that you know a lot about God's Domain."

"I can't help it. There are three god-level figures in my family. Even if I don't want to get to know them anymore, I can't avoid them." The smile in the corner of Ling Lan's eyes grew stronger.

The leader's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

"You are not from the Soul Realm." Ganzhu said this very slowly, but with incomparable certainty.

"Yes and no." Ling Lan answered a little vaguely.

The leader understood, "You have an identity in the Soul Realm, but your real identity is someone else...not from the adventure world. I have tried the strength of the three kings, and it cannot be them. You are announced to the public as Lan Xiao, but It’s not the blue color among all the colors. Since it’s none of these, where did you come from? Why did you enter Discord?

"Although my identity is fake, my desire for a place to settle down is not fake at all." Ling Lan replied calmly.

"It seems that you can't survive in the central world." The leader said with a hint of mockery.

"Aren't you the same? We are each other." Ling Lan did not fall behind and competed with each other.

The leader glanced at Ling Lan indifferently, "You kid, you keep provoking me again and again. Are you really going to die?"

"If you don't provoke, you may not be able to survive. In this case, why not be more frank. At least you won't have to feel aggrieved to live." Ling Lan answered with the same indifference.

The gang leader stared at Ling Lan with increasingly cold eyes. Just when everyone thought that the gang leader would take action, the gang leader suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha..."

"Interesting, interesting. You are indeed worthy of being the son of Ling Xiao and the disciple of Mu Shuiqing, the Supreme Being of the Divine Realm." The leader suddenly revealed Ling Lan's identity.

Sure enough, there was no way to hide this from this old fox.

The moment Ling Lan saw the gang leader, she had a strange feeling, that is, the gang leader should know her true identity. The subsequent tests made Ling Lan more and more sure of this intuition.

"Then what should I call you, the person in charge of the first front line sent by the Federation to infiltrate Discord?" Ling Lan did not panic when her identity was revealed, but calmly stated her speculation.

PS, let’s stay together until September 1st. I miss the days when my children go to school so much...

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