MTL - Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man-Chapter 1442 to make other people's chess pieces.

1442: Be a **** of others.

When the old man was silent, he slowly said: "Maybe this is the truth."

The atmosphere suddenly became dull, Ling Lan seemed to be unconscious, but once again, he changed the subject: "The deliberate intention of maintaining the current situation should not only be the reason for the federal."

The old man replied and replied: "It's not just us who are looking for disorder."

"Old opponent, Caesar." Linglan mouth slightly tilted.

"Well, Caesar is not much less invested than us." The old man was so sullen, a large part of the comrades who came together at the time was dead in their hands. The two countries had been arguing forever, but the plains had always maintained hypocrisy. Peace, when it came to disorder, the two sides completely tore up the disguise, and they rushed to each other to see who was stronger and better.

"It seems that you should control the situation." Ling Lan is faint. Just look at the two masters of the Kun and Kun are federal, they understand that the thirteen masters have the final say.

When I heard this, the old man suddenly smiled and shook his head.

Ling Lan raised her eyebrows.

The old man smiled bitterly: "How can Caesar eat this kind of loss, and no one knows when they will make a move."

"The dry master is a **** domain, can't you control it?" Ling Lan thought thoughtfully.

"How do you know that there are no gods in the people that Caesar sent." The old man asked.

"What does the main idea mean?" Ling Lan asked if he didn't hear the old man's question.

"How do I know that I haven't seen him for a long time, and I have to forget that I have known him for a long time." The old man drank his drink and his expression was a little indifferent.

"But in disorder, you should be the one who knows him the most." Ling Lan looked up and looked at his eyes. This eyes were so sharp that the old man couldn’t tell the words of denial.

The old man took another sip of wine and calmed his feelings. The young man in front of him was too young, but the look and the momentum of his body could suppress him. He knew that he was a man who did not even blame the Lord.

When the old man sorted out the words, he slowly said: "He has always been very confident, and perhaps he has a bottom in his heart."

Ling Lan brows slightly wrinkled.

“Is there a problem?” the old man saw, curiously asked.

"Maybe, we are used as a pawn." Ling Lan said faintly.

The old man suddenly stunned and suddenly realized: "Dr. Lord?"

Ling Lan did not answer and did not deny it.

"He..." The old man sighed with a sigh. "It’s always been a good idea."

"If I don't betray the Federation, I don't mind doing a chess piece for someone else." Ling Lan said faintly.

When I heard this, the old man’s eyes flashed abruptly, and he lost control. "Good, good, good... the federation has you, we are all dead here, it is worth it."

"Don't say the word death easily, it's definitely more useful to live than to die." Ling Lan stood up.

The old man smiled bitterly: "Who can live to die, but with my current strength, it is not very useful to live..."

"That can't be..." Ling Lan smiled and smiled at each other.

The old man shook his head: "My own body knows that you don't have to comfort me."

Ling Lan did not speak, but only respected the old military rites of the Federation, and the next second disappeared.

The old man sat beside the fire, and quietly drank a few mouthfuls of wine, suddenly found unconsciously, a pot of wine was drunk.

"Really, I don't know how to ask some of the masters..." The old man reluctantly said that he would throw the jug into the fire in the next second, while a low sigh overflowed in his mouth.

The next day, the old man got up and found that the surroundings were very quiet.

"Shantou? How is it so quiet?" Asked the doctor to check his body, the old man asked curiously.

"They are gone." Dr. Yan looked a little low.

"Who?"

"The head of Zhao, they, and their heads?" Dr. Yan is somewhat uncertain.

“Is it so fast?” The old brow wrinkled. “They don’t have a lot of seriously wounded people? Why not treat them first?”

"It seems that there is something urgent, the head of Zhao is very hurried, they only have time to tell me, let me tell you the old, don't blame them for lack of gifts."

"Well, they are not only the one armor group, but other places have to wait for the rescue, time is not waiting for people." Daddy said that he fully understands.

"Adults, the lord and his confidant armor have left the ninth district, and now the whereabouts are unknown." The majors received the news almost at the same time.

"It's a pity... I managed to escape." The Lord was somewhat sorry.

"The Mecha Scum Alliance has let them go? Originally I thought there would be a good show. It was really boring." The demon Lord was lying on the soft couch of his bedroom, his face was boring.

"Oh, the Lord is still a bit of a brain." The Lord smiled slightly.

"Don't let me down, kid..." Kun main frowned, looking at the direction of the battle zone.

“Where can you go?” The master looked at the three-dimensional map that was virtualized in front of him, and smiled. “This game is getting more and more fun.”