No matter what era it is, for the sake of my safety, Ling has chosen to face it alone.

But no matter what era it is, I made the mistake of not telling the truth all at the beginning.

Thinking about the reasons that I didn't want to worry the Queen, I should bear the consequences of my decisions and choices, and I didn't say anything about my heart, infinite magic energy, and the figure in the black cloth cloak,

But it made her worry even more.

Fang Ran, you're such a fool,

Obviously, this kind of cliché plot that hides and tucks in the end leads to disagreements between partners, haven't you seen it many times in the movies and comics when you were a child...

If I had made everything clear to the Queen, would Rei take her to the Ice Sea with her...?

On the icebreaker sailing in the North Pole that night, Fang Ran looked at the North Pole in front of him and thought about this question, but he still didn't know the answer.

However, one thing is clear to him,

If I had made it clear to the girl in front of me earlier, something like that would not have happened last night.

So, at the beginning of the twentieth century,

In the vast fields of the Po River Plain in Italy, grasping the reins and driving the carriage on the winding path, looking at the golden wheat fields on both sides, the young man looked up at the girl in his arms and scratched his head and smiled, as if to say 'It's a good day today' or something like that:

"I'm actually from a hundred years later."

Hearing his answer, the girl in her arms blinked her eyes wide, and whispered in surprise to express her exclamation:

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

(￣ω￣; Hmm....

Let's not mention that I said it so simply, why did you believe it so simply, Your Majesty, Queen....

"Uh, Ling, aren't you shocked.... I don't have that kind of 'bang' in my head, I can't believe it because I feel incredible!? ”

Sweating on his face, Fang Ran looked down at her with a slight embarrassment and asked embarrassedly, the hand holding the reins was in a daze for Ling, trying to highlight a forced Graman,

The girl in her arms didn't know how to say it, her light golden pupils flashed, and she pursed her lips and tried to keep up with his gesture and explained:

"Because... Fang Ran is so powerful, you can fly, you can shoot beams, and such a big monster is not your opponent, so... It doesn't feel so surprising either. ”

Fang Ran: "......"

I always feel like you're talking about Tiga and not me...

But I can roughly understand that for a girl who is more than ten years old, it can fly and shoot beams, and it can kill a big monster of more than fifty meters, which is already beyond common sense, and it is extremely incredible, so it doesn't seem to be so difficult to accept this simple truth from a hundred years later.

It's just that for the way of understanding himself as Ultraman, Fang Ran sighed a little speechlessly:

"Okay, so be it..."

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

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

Maybe 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 away her tears, compared to the previous time in front of Fang Ran, although he was well-behaved and obedient, he always felt a little quiet and didn't like to talk,

Now Ling seems to really regard Fang Ran as a person who can be trusted, and while she is closer, there will be a look in her eyes that is finally in line with a girl of her age.

If it had been a few days ago, Ling would definitely not have made a request to Fang Ran and said that she wanted to find her parents, nor would she sit in his arms and talk so closely.

"Of course, when did I lie to you."

Completely forgetting what he had to do with Ling when he was teaching Italian, Fang Ran patted his chest and promised, and...

"Then Fang Ran, are you already an old grandfather?"

"Poof! Ahem, ahem..."

As soon as he was smug for a second, he was beaten back to the prototype by the girl's innocent words.

Fang Ran, who was choked by this sentence, couldn't help coughing a few times, and then looked unexpectedly stunned.

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

Coughing awkwardly twice, Fang Ran thought of a simpler way of saying and explained to Ling:

"Well, I'm the one who lives a hundred years later, not from a hundred years later and back to my current self."

"Is that so..."

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

"In my time, a chance accident awakened me from an ordinary person to a participant... Well, it's like me and the guys who had all sorts of superpowers last night, and..."

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

Thinking of himself who was at a loss in the rental house that night looking at the beast head and the system, Fang Ran's eyes were lowered, and he smiled a little nostalgically.

"To be honest, I was really scared, I didn't know what to do, and all I wanted was to hide."

"Fang Ran, you're so powerful that you're scared?"

As if sitting in his arms listening to a bedtime story, Ling looked at him and asked curiously, being regarded as a very powerful person by the 'Queen', which made Fang Ran always feel a little embarrassed and scratched his head and smiled:

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

He let out a long sigh, and then looked at the girl who was a little cute and blinked and stunned, and said with a smile:

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

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

"Me? A hundred years from now? Fang Ran, do you know me in a hundred years!? ”

And the delicate girl in the gothic dress in her arms, listening to his words, her face was stunned in disbelief, but she soon shook her head vigorously to find a new strange place.

"I'm still alive in a hundred years?"

In this era, the perception of young girls is that people generally live to be in their fifties.

One hundred years... She couldn't even think about it.

"Yes, Ling was also a participant at that time, and the participants could live for a long time."

Above the front seat of the carriage explained as a matter of course, one hand pulling the reins, the other hand holding the girl's soft waist to prevent her from falling, Ling's slender and petite body sat in front of him, leaning on his arms like a cat, warm, and there was a feeling of wanting to hug and rub hard.

Ling Lovely blinked her stunned eyes, she didn't expect that she would be able to live to a hundred years later, and when she came back to her senses, she grabbed Fang Ran's clothes and asked with some eagerness:

"I'm going to be a participant too, someone as powerful as you are?"

Fang Ran scratched his head, thinking back to Ling's indifferent and calm appearance that usually knew everything, as well as the legends on the nightnet that he heard from time to time, scratched his cheeks and explained with a smile:

"Hahaha... To be precise, Ling is much more powerful than me, after all, compared to guys like me who take shortcuts, you are the most powerful group of people who have really gone through a century of ancient participants. ”

"Really?"

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

"Really."

"What will I look like in a hundred years?"

"Uh... This..."

Hearing that the girl's eyes were filled with strong curiosity but a little scared, she leaned in front of her and asked, Fang Ran sweated slightly in her heart and said.

What to do, should I be honest here....

And looking at Fang Ran, who was stunned when she heard her ask this, Ling looked at him with big eyes and blinked a few times, and then suddenly shouted at him crisply:

"Ernie sauce."

"Poof! Cough! Ahem..."

Then Fang Ran came back to his senses in an instant, looking at the girl who suddenly 'attacked' him in his arms, and the old man blushed and stammered in a panic:

"Ling.... Lingling, why are you talking about this all of a sudden!? ”

Seeing him like this, Ling's voice sounded innocently and innocently.

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

Fang Ran (;?д?) Weakness of heart.....

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

Seeing that Fang Ran still didn't speak, Ling lowered her head and recalled the other 'Huaxia languages' that Fang Ran had taught her, and then raised her head at him at the moment she remembered it, blinked her golden eyes at him smartly, and said crisply:

“master！”

Poofs (nosebleeds)....

(*//////) No, if it goes on like this, I... Probably going to die...

"Alright, alright, stop! I said that's it, I said no, but in exchange, Ling you have to tell you what your real name is, how about it? ”

I can't bear the impression that Ling has a strong aura, and uses this kind of small appearance to sell cuteness to himself, and the old man admits defeat in a second and makes a 'concession'.

Then the girl in her arms sat down honestly, if she could, everyone should probably be quite curious about what her future self would be like, Ling was no exception, she nodded obediently and said her name.

"Carol, my name is Carol."

Then he felt a little guilty about deceiving Fang Ran:

"That Ling's name is actually..."

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

Fang Ran muttered the name, was slightly engrossed, and then smiled at her lightly, as if going back in time:

"Anyway, Carol, that's a good name."

"Then you told me."

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

"Then let's talk about it first, after I told you, Ling, you must not be angry."

"Uh-huh."

Immediately satisfying her curiosity, her slender calves in black stockings, and cowhide boots dangling incessantly, Carol... Or just like Ling Xiaoji pecking rice, she nodded to Fang Ran and assured.

"Ling you in a hundred years..."

Speaking of this, Fang Ran sighed, and then recalled the memory of meeting Ling from the very beginning, as if he had finally obtained the essence of the truth summary after going through twelve sets of Wusan Huanggang baptism, and nodded slightly with a lot of vicissitudes:

"It's a big tsundere."

"Proud... Tender...? ”

Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fang Ran and asked:

"What do you mean, I'm proud in a hundred years?"

With these simple words and innocent eyes, Fang Ran slowly moved his gaze away with a slight emptiness, and pouted and said:

"Yes, fierce and arrogant, she will paste my face with a power bank at every turn, and she always looks like a queen who is difficult to approach and is high, and she oppresses me all day long by relying on being stronger than me,"

"And he didn't say anything, he was willful and assertive, he left me alone and went out alone, in short, it was a very bad character."

"A hundred years from now, am I like this..."

To Fang Ran's surprise, listening to his nonsense, the girl in her arms just bowed her head and muttered a sentence in a very novel way, and then raised her eyes, and her pupils shone with brilliance and said to Fang Ran:

"Then I promise Fang Ran that you will not become the one you said... Well, the look of tsundere. ”

The look on his face was stunned, and seeing the girl in front of him smile and reassure herself, Fang Ran looked sluggish.

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

"Then Fang Ran Fangran, what did I look like at that time, have I become a grandmother....?"

"Ah, not really."

Still immersed in the fact that the Ling he knew had such a well-behaved and obedient side, Fang Ran, who couldn't extricate himself for a long time, listened to Ling ask this question again, and subconsciously replied.

"Isn't it grandma, so what am I like?"

Ling asked a little confused, thinking that even if she could live so long, she would definitely be very old in a hundred years.

"What is it like...."

Fang Ran was stunned for a moment, looked down at the girl sitting in his arms up and down, long light blonde hair, a delicate and small white face, a petite figure with long sleeves tied on his arms that covered his hands, and a slender and tender leg wearing black stockings under the black and white gothic skirt,

It's basically the same as a hundred years from now...

"You're a little older than Ling now, you're the one size older."

didn't think much about it at all, Fang Ran directly gestured with both hands, and casually said the answer,

Then I saw the girl in my arms lose at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"I've been a hundred years... It's still like this picture that hasn't grown up..."

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

Ling was hit in an unexpected place, and Fang Ran hurriedly comforted her without words.

Then I saw the girl in my arms pursed her lips a little angrily for some reason, raised her head with some puffed up, and looked straight at herself with wide eyes.

Forehead....

Fang Ran's expression froze, remembering Uncle Fang's meaningful smile, teaching himself the core idea of 'coaxing a girl to praise it anyway', and said cautiously tentatively:

"Uh... I think Ling looks good at your age... Exceptionally lovely..."

Lovely...

Ling lowered her head and grabbed the long-sleeved cuffs with her palms, and the things she thought of with her originally hot face were suddenly shattered, she bit her lip, and made an awkward fuss with dissatisfaction.

"Fang Ran, you idiot!"

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

"Enough! I won't let you hug me, let me go..."

"No, Queen, didn't you say you wouldn't be angry... And I'm not praising you, am I?? ”

In the twentieth century, on the path on the slope of the wheat field, there was a stupid young man who didn't understand girls at all and didn't know the feelings of love at all, and the stupid young man shouted in confusion with a confused face, and the slowly extending rut spread farther and farther....