I heard the confident speech of Ian fan.
Gwen was a little dazed.
"The universe wants me to end it? You don't allow it?" Gwen looked at Ian in confusion. She slowly raised her hand and clenched her fist, feeling the surging power in her body.
That is more powerful than she was at her peak.
The feeling of weakness, emptiness, and feeling like she was about to collapse at any moment disappeared. Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of strength - as if someone had installed a nuclear reactor in her body.
"What have you done? Have you deceived the universe?" This is the only possibility that Gwen can think of. She has never doubted Ian's method of bewitching and deceiving others.
A liar who deceives others is a good swindler.
Ian will use forced brainwashing to deceive.
Can't guard against it.
No one can guard against it.
"Look at what you said, how hurtful it is! I don't like to fool people, I just use my rules to override the rules of the universe." Ian corrected Gwen while looking at his personal panel.
[Name: Ian·Kent]
[General occupation: Student 1v8 [441/1280] Writer LV4 [75/80] Leader LV7 [112/640)]
[Extraordinary profession: Berserker LV8(1100/1280), Savage Tyrant Iv10(4751/5120)[Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv11
[1450/10240]][Mutation Overlord lv1(1/10]]]
[World recognition: Key NPC]
[Talent skills: Blood-Reversal Furnace, Perfect Divinity, Life Feeding of All Beings, Eternal Gift.]
[Professional skills: Gene Oracle, Wrath of the Undead, Elegy of Profanity, World-Burning Pulse, Perfect Divine Body, Eyes of Eternal Day 3 level, Absolute Flight, Contemptuous Leap, Ultimate Hunger 3 level·
Compared with the previous personal panel, Ian's current personal panel has a new profession, a new talent, and a new skill learned to save Gwen.
He is indeed a lot stronger than before. Because [Mutation Overlord] doesn't know why, he is the ultimate profession.
So the attribute improvement it brings to Ian is not bad either.
[Strength:384--401]
[Physique: 401--419]
[Intelligence: 26.1--40.7]
[Spirit:136--155]
You can see it.
This is a profession that seems balanced, but is actually more intelligent. Whether it is the improvement of [Intelligence] or [Spirit], it is much more improved than the upgrades of Ian's other professions.
Ian's thinking speed is faster, so he looks extremely "lively" now, but he still hasn't been able to figure out why he awakened [Mutation Overlord].
Not only does this profession bring special attribute improvements, but its upgrade method is also completely different from other professions, giving it a sense of "more children, more blessings" in it.
[Eternal Gift: The power of Creator is firmly in your hands. Mortals look up to the stars, and the stars will eventually look up to you. Life will usher in the evolution of Eternity under your gaze.
You are no longer a simple caster, but an agent of the law of life. You can inject the gift of extraordinary leaps into life. Those existences that have been mutated by you will become an extension of your will.
This skill allows the owner to obtain a maximum number of dependents that does not exceed his or her professional level. When your level reaches a multiple of ten, the number of dependents you can have will be increased once.
The stronger the target kinsman that is given the gift, the more experience points you gain during daily settlement.]
Yes, this is a settlement-type passive talent. The upgrade method of the entire [Mutation Overlord] profession is to spread so-called gifts.
And Gwen is the first target to get the first career gift from Ian.
[Gene Oracle: You can issue an oracle to the target's genes, so that the target's awakening is more in line with its own mutated genes, rather than disorderly awakening. This skill can help you find dependents for targeted cultivation.
If he reaches the top, you will be immortal!]
Ian has always been a kind-hearted Evil God. Because he caught more than a dozen odd-line species, in order to prevent the good-looking Gwen from turning into Gwen, which is only good-looking in the eyes of the odd-line species.
He specially learned this skill to save Gwen. Yes, the reason why Ian was able to save Gwen was because he used the genes he had given to cover the missing part of Gwen. Because of this, Gwen is not Spider-Woman now, but Mutant Heroine. There is Y-Gene in the body that has pirated the naming method of X-Gene.
"Can your rules override the rules of the universe?" Gwen is not able to digest the information Ian said, mainly because Ian sometimes uses metaphors that cannot be understood by ordinary people.
"Yes, yes, the genes I gave you are flowing in your body, so I am your reborn parent now -" Ian expressed his wish to hear Gwen call him "father" in a somewhat euphemistic and shy manner. He could only use the title "father", because he hoped that the title "father" would be exclusive to Dream God.
Evil God Lord's gentleness and thoughtfulness will appear in these details.
"Is this the truth? How about you fool me? You just went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and defeated an evil existence to obtain Aladdin's Lamp."
Gwen was the person who listened to Ian's boasting the most. Because of this, after the memory fragments from the old era gradually merged, she was a little horrified to find that Ian didn't brag this time.
My body is really filled with the genes given by Ian!
"How is Aladdin's Lamp as good as me? I am now Ian. I am very satisfied with my newly awakened abilities. I can be fair and let others call me daddy."
"And the stronger you are, the stronger I will be. Everyone will earn something, which is the basis for establishing a harmonious logging industry." Ian raised his arm,
His palms were facing upward. In an instant, countless fine dark red energy appeared above his palms, vaguely resonating with certain energies in Gwen's body.
""..."
Gwen can also clearly feel this connection.
"You mean - you turned me into a mutant, so I am no longer the original Spider-Man, right?" Gwen looked down at his hand and tried to shake it gently.
Click!
The air actually made a loud bang when she pinched it.
Putting aside the fact that Ian wants to call himself father, Gwen has to admit that the power given by [Evil God] is indeed strong enough. No wonder countless people in movies and novels cannot withstand the temptation of Evil God.
"Isn't it awesome?"
Ian rubbed his hands excitedly, dragged the [Imam Psychiatric Relief Center] plaque he had made to Gwen's hospital bed, and directly lifted Gwen from the hospital bed onto his shoulders.
"You are now a Y-Gene Mutant person with a bright future. Don't worry about Spider-Man Spider-Man things. Let's go and try your new abilities!"
Ian held the plaque on one shoulder and Gwen on the other. He spoke expectantly and ran outside quickly. After all, he was also curious about what kind of extraordinary genes Gwen had been gifted to him.
"Wait a minute, I'm still a patient." Gwen Before he could finish speaking, Ian had already taken out a pillow from nowhere.
He stuffed it onto his shoulder, which was carrying Gwen.
Patients will of course be treated as patients.
What is this called?
Evil God Lord's thoughtfulness!
""...
Gwen chose to accept her fate between being speechless and roaring. She didn't even dare to ask her father to catch Ian. After all, it was too hard for a police chief to catch Evil God.
Of course.
Dad will definitely not be killed by Evil God. According to the information in the fused memory fragments, Gwen has no doubt that if he goes to find his father,
This strange Evil God will definitely go to who knows where, capture his great-grandfather and great-grandmother who immigrated to America during the War of Independence, and then ask his great-great-grandfather and great-grandmother to scold his grandson, his father.
"He is too strong, I can't resist at all." Gwen didn't struggle. She has always been good at assessing the situation, so she found a reasonable reason for not resisting in her heart.
Only seen.
That's it.
Gwen, who was hopeless, stayed quietly on Ian's right shoulder, then followed Ian to fly into the air, and hung the plaque of [Imam Psychiatric Relief Center] under [New·Justice League].
"Does this name mean something?"
Gwen is somewhat unable to understand the operation of Ian.
"The meaning of Imam is very profound. It means that the sharpest Ian in the world will use the identity of Dimension Demon God to open a Arkham branch here."
Ian told the meaning behind his carefully chosen name.
"What is Arkham branch?" Gwen can understand the first two explanations, but he is completely unable to understand things that do not exist in Marvel Universe.
Just like she couldn't understand the reason why Ian was obsessed with Justice League.
Regarding this.
Ian is also very patient.
"Once upon a time, there was a child. He was very smart, but not very powerful, so he had a progressive heart and wanted to visit and study in a place called Arkham Talent Center."
"However, the local bully smashed the child's dream with the butt of a gun and threatened to cut off the child's family's financial resources. The child cried for three days and three nights but ultimately failed to do so."
"From that day on, this child has secretly sworn that in ten days of Marvel and ten days of dc, he will not bully young people who are poor. He will eventually build a Arkham of his own."
Ian's voice is full of emotion.
[Writer experience value +1]
He elaborated on his short essay about selling misery.
"That child is you, right?" Gwen was stunned for a moment after being fooled by Ian, but after all, she was much smarter than little Little Punk Girl, knowing full well that Ian must have used hundreds of millions of rhetorical techniques in these words.
"The child can be me or anyone. I am just a microcosm of everyone." Ian spoke earnestly. He still liked to stand on the high ground of philosophy and morality.
"Opening a mental hospital in a superhero base? Are you serious?" Gwen squinted at the plaque, unable to hold back the complaints in his heart.
"Because the local superheroes here are all mentally ill, so I want to treat the superheroes." Ian responded with a very impeccable reason.
Gwen recalled Thor, and the strange scholar who liked to hold the appendix and take out various weapons from the appendix. As her expression kept changing, she had to admit that Ian's reasons were difficult to refute.
Of course.
This statement is not as impeccable as Ian thinks.
"But you yourself seem to be in great need of treatment." Gwen's words now are not as harsh as Gunpowder's words before, and they are very tactful. She really understands that Ian is her savior no matter what.
"In fact, this is the advice my psychiatrist gave me. He thought I should use the skills I learned from him to heal my followers better than I could."
Ian's serious speech is indeed quite informative.
"Do you really have a psychiatrist????" Gwen was shocked. Let a mentally ill patient treat other mentally ill patients. Which school did this psychiatrist graduate from?
"Yes, don't make such a fuss. My psychiatrist is very powerful. He is an authoritative expert. Trust him and you will be right." Ian showed his characteristic of "being gullible".
"Perhaps you should suggest that your psychiatrist should also see a psychiatrist." Gwen was put down from his shoulders by Ian, and he sorted out his clothes that were painted into hospital gowns by an unknown person.
"No need, because Dr. Hannibal has been seeing a psychiatrist for longer than me, and his psychiatrist's fees are more expensive than him." Ian still doesn't know the truth about Dr. Hannibal.
He stated his "outdated" knowledge based on his stereotype of Dr. Hannibal.
"???????"
The truth of these words made Gwen speechless. She immediately felt that what Ian just said was much more reasonable. As expected, she was probably the only normal person Evil God knew.
"You'd better not see a psychiatrist, otherwise I'm worried that your condition will worsen." Gwen expressed his concern and looked at Ian with a strange look.
"I have always been very defensive. Don't worry, let's not worry about these details. Come and try your new ability." Ian pointed to the deserted streets around him.
Since the establishment of the new Justice League, Doctor Strange has arranged protective magic around it. Unless necessary, do not take the initiative to contact the protective magic here to avoid anyone passing by and encountering Evil God Lord who came to inspect.
Doctor Strange feels that his merits are immeasurable.
"I feel like I'm still Spider-Man." Gwen is also very concerned about his current situation, or it's more accurate to say he's worried. God knows if he will eject a piece of his small intestine after raising his hand.
She was extremely determined, taking deep breaths like crazy, trying to remember the feeling of "whoosh" when she used to use spider silk.
9
Finally, Gwen raised her hand, and a crystalline silk thread shot out from her fingertips, but unlike the spider silk in the past, this silk thread glowed with a faint silver-blue light.
And the moment it came into contact with the wall! The silk thread actually merged directly into the wall. The next second, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the entire wall, as if it had been eroded by some kind of energy.
"What is this?"
Gwen's eyes widened, and while she breathed a sigh of relief, she was also extremely surprised. She felt that the spider silk she shot was not the small intestine, but it was still quite mysterious.
It seems to exist, but also seems not to exist, and it is embedded in reality.
"It seems that the abilities I bestow will still be affected by your original characteristics. That's right, after all, Spider-Man is the most suitable route for you, and my gift will dig out this route."
Ian touched his chin, thoughtfully. He took out a small notebook and wrote down quickly, "It's so boring. I can't create Mutant out of thin air with the ability to satisfy me."
3
The boy's disappointed sigh made Gwen frightened.
I am very glad that my ability is not the ability that Ian [customized]. Gwen tried to shoot another silk thread. This time she deliberately controlled the force - the thread split into dozens of filaments in the air. Each one swam on its own as if alive, and could even float in mid-air.
It's really rooted in reality.
"This is no longer the ability that spiders should have."
Gwen murmured to herself, smacking her lips secretly. She saw a fly flying onto the spider silk, and then she seemed to be able to read the fly's thinking information and physical condition.
"No, no, it can only be said that this is not an ordinary Spider-Man, you are now Quantum Spider-Man!" Ian knows that when you are in trouble, you should move closer to quantum mechanics.
"Quantum Spider-Man?"
Gwen looked back at Ian several times.
"You made it up now, right?"
She ruthlessly exposed Ian's lies.
"The name is not important, as long as you are handsome!"
Ian is also very skilled in sophistry. Being exposed in lies does not happen once or twice. A person whose lies are often exposed is certainly good at sophistry.
"Take me on the swing quickly."
Said.
Ian jumped directly into the arms of Gwen.
I subconsciously picked up Gwen from Ian and found that Ian adjusted its lying posture "adaptive". The feeling of being hugged by a princess can even be used as a demonstration case with Hollywood.
"Is there a possibility that I need to grab the spider's thread with both hands?" Gwen couldn't throw away her savior. She had a deep understanding of Evil God Lord's coercion and repayment.
Only seen.
As soon as the euphemistic words were spoken, Ian was like a loach, crawling from Gwen's arms along Gwen's shoulders, to Gwen's back, and hanging on Gwen's back.
"Don't say "drive! drive! drive" -" Gwen gave Ian a vaccination. In her fused old memory, there were stories about Superwoman that Ian told her.
"Okay, okay."
Ian couldn't wait to reap the extraordinary sense of accomplishment. Under his urging, Gwen pressed his hands on the wall, and then climbed up little by little.
Extremely skilled.
The adsorption force on the palm does not come from the tiny hairs, but a special force in the body. Gwen can feel that energy flowing in his blood.
Climbing along the wall to a high place, Gwen stood on the top of the building and looked around the city again, feeling the wind blowing on her cheeks, and a lot of information was brought to her by the wind.
That is the information about what happened in the places where the wind blows in the city - just by touching the wind through the skin, Gwen was surprised to find that he could see into every corner of the city where it blew.
"Is my spider sense really some kind of quantum sense?" Gwen glanced at the hands that came around from behind and strangled his neck like a hanging man.
Her mood was very complicated.
There is also some excitement.
"Brush!"
As Gwen stretched out her hand again, carrying Ian, her figure suddenly blurred for a moment, and the next second, she appeared on another building ten meters away.
This migration seems to move instantaneously.
"Space jump?"
Ian raised an eyebrow.
As [Ian Matrix], he cannot clearly understand what abilities the "seeds" given to others will breed, and [Mutation Overlord] is not a profession that enslaves others.
That's not a bad thing.
And it's very reasonable.
After all, just like parents do not necessarily need to control their children, it is a very frustrating thing, and any slavery will eventually be resisted by the enslaved.
The main theme of the American comic universe is like this. In fact, as long as the "descendants" can bring benefits to Ian, it is quite satisfying for Ian.
Evil God Lord's PUA is much more efficient than enslaving others.
This is not the case.
Today Gwen can agree to carry Ian, and tomorrow he will definitely agree to Ian riding on his neck. Sooner or later Ian will be able to grab Gwen's twin tails and shout out that heart-pounding syllable.
"Xu~"
Ian, who is attentive to details, remembers that Gwen doesn't like "drive, drive, drive". Just when Ian was thinking of "having evil intentions", Gwen had already made jumps in several buildings.
"I feel that this way of moving is more like "gliding along the thread of space."" Gwen expressed her feelings. She seemed to be able to clearly touch the context of the world.
Then "weave" your own network in the context of the world.
And on this website.
What Gwen can do is not just fast movement. She tried again. This time her body split into three afterimages in mid-air, attacking three targets from different angles at the same time.
Trash Can, which didn't mess with anyone, looked like Doctor Strange's little electric donkey, and Thor was placed outside Sanctum Sanctorum, a large ax used to chop fruit trees for barbecue.
They suffered almost at the same time. "Gwen of Schrödinger? Gwen of quantum state superposition?" Ian said several special terms for marketing accounts that he could think of, "Let me just say that you are Quantum Spider-Man now!"
His voice was full of joy.
After all, the more powerful Gwen is, the more experience points he can calculate every day. Now Ian can only count on one dependent to level up.
Of course, I hope Gwen will be as strong as possible.
"I - I'm not sure, but I feel like I can do more." Gwen herself was a little surprised. She took a deep breath and suddenly pressed her hands on the ground.
Boom!
Center her.
Countless silver-blue threads spread like waves, covering the entire block. Each thread was like an extension of her nerves, and she could sense everything within the range.
Wildcat hiding in the alley, rats in underground pipes, and even the flow of dust in the air. Like some kind of special field, Spider-Man has weaved its own information network in the space.
"Is variant Y-Gene so powerful?"
Gwen took back his power and panted slightly, but his eyes were bright and full of incredible shock. She had never thought that the power given by Ian could be so serious.
"Anyway, it is definitely better than X-Gene. You may not know what x gene is because the copyright of X-Gene has been sold." Ian has never found the real Mutant in this world.
Even the Tony teacher from the old era had not learned about it, so he speculated that the Mutant story related to the x gene did not exist in the Marvel world he owned.
"Your speech is still so obscure and difficult to understand." Gwen took Ian back to the door of Sanctum Sanctorum, and then put down Ian who had been riding on his neck for some time.
"Thank you."
She did not complain about Ian's extravagance, but spoke sincerely after calming down her mood, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.
Ian has always liked the bond and friendship of Nian La, and Gwen also gained knowledge after absorbing the broken memories.
She felt that the Evil God boy in front of her did have a shining point - they met and formed a team several times, but most people might not think of it as a friendship or bond.
However.
The boy in front of her was very sure of this. Even though everything in the old era had faded away, he was still remembered by him and had saved her life several times.
A young Evil God who values love and justice?
Maybe so.
"Thank you for saving my life and giving me new strength." Gwen's voice was soft but serious enough. In response, Ian waved his hand pretending not to care.
"It's a casual thing, it doesn't need to be so formal. You just need to remember my kindness." It is still a sentence full of emphasis, Ian hopes to spread his kindness as always.
Gwen smiled.
"Don't worry, I will remember it."
She responded with a helpless expression.
"As long as you can remember it, then I have to test you." Ian stared at Gwen for two seconds, suddenly grinned, reached out and took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his arms.
He solemnly handed the paper he had prepared long ago to Gwen.
"What is this?"
Gwen took the paper in confusion, unfolded it, and his expression instantly froze.
Only seen.
On the paper is a proposition composition.
<On my gratitude for the virtues of the great existence Ian, one by one I believe it.> At this moment, Cong Wen suspected that Ian had gone to a certain three small countries to study.
There are detailed requirements below.
[A thank-you letter requires some 50,000 English words.]
[The content must include a detailed description of Ian's virtues of saving lives, empowering, guiding, enlightening, enlightening, etc.]
[It must be true and sincere, and no perfunctory work is allowed. If it is not completed or corners are cut, you will be defined as a "white-eyed wolf who exposes your ruthless and unrighteous traits" and will be sent to reform.]
The corners of Cong Wen's mouth twitched, not to mention how depressed he was.
She originally wanted to stir up some emotion, but now she suddenly had no emotion left to stir things up. However, she still gritted her teeth and put away the piece of paper and looked up at Ian, who had a scrutinizing face.
"I'm good at writing thank you letters." Even the best linguists and reading comprehension experts would have a hard time deciphering how many emotions are contained in this sentence.
She had already begun to calculate in her mind how long it would take to write fifty thousand words.
"Okay, okay, I know you are truly grateful to me." Ian's originally somewhat scrutinizing expression suddenly changed, and he patted Gwen's shoulder with a smile on his face.
The leadership is very knowledgeable.
"Do you just need to write a thank-you note? No soul-falling bushes or anything like that?"
She stared at Evil God across from her with a warm and eccentric expression. She was considering the words in her mind and was about to speak, asking what the real price of this power was.
"Dududu~"
A piercing horn interrupted her. The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a truck with "Advanced Medical Equipment" printed on it. It was already parked at the entrance of the sanctuary.
"Here, here."
Ian immediately called to the truck excitedly, "Are these the medical instruments you are ordering?" The heads of a middle-aged man or three were poked out of the driver's seat of the truck, as if he was confused as to why there was no doctor in suits waiting for him at his destination.
"Yes, yes, that's it! Move in!" Ian opened the somewhat obstructive door of the sanctuary and put it aside, clearing a wide enough passage for the transportation of goods.
"Okay!"
The same plane repeatedly confirmed that the house number was correct.
The 783 porter, Brother Asan, who has always been deeply involved in the field of freight, jumped out of the car from his passenger seat. They began to open the cargo door of the truck and began the hard work of moving.
The workers slowly moved into the sanctuary door carrying the heavy CT machine, and the metal base scraped against the marble floor with a harsh sound.
"Be careful! This thing is not enough to buy you ten years of salary!" the foreman who led the team cursed while wiping his sweat, completely unaware that he was standing in the magic Sanctum carrying modern medical equipment.
"No, do you really open a hospital?"
Under Ren Wen's somewhat dumbfounded gaze,
The outer shell of MRI Scanner glowed coldly in the sunlight. Two strong men pushed the cart containing the ECG monitor, and the wheels made a groaning sound in protest.
"I can actually buy you equipment, but the yellow color of the gun outside the equipment gives it the atmosphere that a mental hospital should have." Ian directed the workers to place the instruments.
These things look different from New York's standard equipment in any hospital - they were bought in other hospitals. As long as the bid is enough, America's hospital can unplug the ventilator that the patient is using on the spot. Thanks to the financial support of the new teacher, Ian got what he wanted in a short period of time.
America's transaction efficiency depends on whether its cash flow capabilities are fully utilized. Cong Wen stood aside with his arms folded, watching the workers put ventilators,
Dialyzers and other conventional equipment were placed one by one on the oak bookshelves where magic books were originally placed. The most incongruous thing was the strange hospital bed placed in the center of the rune station.
The porter left π, and Cong Wen's eyes focused on the strange-looking hospital bed in the center of the hall—it was more like an improved version of some kind of medieval torture device than a hospital bed.
"What is this? Why is there a belt on it, and is that an electric shock connector?" She finally couldn't help but ask, why couldn't she say it in front of the porters.
I was afraid that the porters would call the police if they left the house.
"This is a very professional custom-made medical equipment! A hospital bed that is used to frighten patients so that they can recover as quickly as possible. We must have what Arkham has. This is called the industry benchmark for benchmarking."
Ian patted the bed board, and the hospital bed made a dull metallic sound.
"Scaring patients-"
She was so warm and curious that she wanted to say something else. She was about to speak when she suddenly heard a movement coming from behind her. Turning around, she saw Dr. Helen Cho emerging from a secret door. His hair was slightly messy and his glasses were tilted to one side. He was obviously awakened from his nap by the moving movement just now.
"Gwen?" Helen Cho pushed up his glasses and looked at her in surprise, "You are recovering well - no, I should say, ridiculously well."
Said.
The doctor's gaze immediately turned to Ian, with a scientist's look in his eyes. "What kind of fragment did you use? Theoretically, her gene chain cannot repair itself."
"Your metaphysics has already failed." Helen Cho thought of what Ian said Lucifer, and now she did not dare to mention what that feather was.
"Metaphysics is just like that for you. Of course, I used a more powerful force than metaphysics - I let her join my Evil God family."
Ian proudly spoke.
He awakens warmth in people with his love.
"Um-..
Cong Wen's new spider sense was triggered, and he immediately turned to stare at Ian, fearing that Ian's next words would be that he had given him fatherly love. This was definitely something Ian could really say.
Of course.
This was not realized by Helen Cho,
At this time.
This doctor's love for guns is somewhat solidified.
"Evil God?"
There was a hint of panic in her voice. Recalling Lucifer mentioned by Ian, the smart doctor already had a very, very bad premonition in his heart.
"He is Evil God. This is the Evil God church. When you were tricked into coming in, didn't anyone proudly announce these three pieces of information to you?" Cong Wen looked at Helen Cho with some surprise.
She didn't know much about this Ph. D.
"!!!????"
Helen Cho's face turned pale instantly, he took several steps back, and knocked down the big box he was carrying with a "dong" sound. The lid of the box fell over.
Revealing the neatly stacked items inside.
Fifty-three batteries.
Now even the air was frozen.
Helen Cho looked down at the battery stiffly, then looked up at the multifunctional "hospital bed", and finally slowly moved his gaze back to Ian's face that was indeed handsome and did not look like a living person.
"You don't want to electrocute us, do you?"
Her voice trembled.
I don't know how many ideas have appeared in my mind.
"No, no, no! You misunderstood! These batteries are for you to use when going out! I saw a lot of bicycles parked outside. Only Dr. Kenyi has a small electric donkey."
"This is not okay. If I go out, others will think that I, Mr. Ian's followers, cannot ride a battery car. For my sake,
You need to change your habit of riding bicycles."
"Electric scooters are much easier to use than bicycles, and it's not the end of the world now -? Moreover, we have Thor, Thor! With Thor, we don't need to pay the electricity bill at all!"
"How can we let the power company owe us an electricity bill!" Ian's voice was impassioned and full of wisdom. His speech made the scene once again bewildered.
"????""
"????""
From mild to Helen Cho, everyone was speechless. They could not help but imagine the absurd scene of everyone queuing up to find Thor to charge the battery car.
"After you asked Thor if he would do such a thing--"
Cong Wen felt that the three cooks would probably be furious - at this moment, a dazzling bolt of lightning split open the dome of the sanctuary, with bricks and stones flying, and a certain three-blond man fell face-first into the center of the hall, with green smoke rising all over his body, and the Mjolnir in you was still sizzling with electric sparks. Thor Thor might look like these three.
"It seems like someone is talking about me."
Thor staggered towards the first and third pillars.
"Hello, my name is Thor. What kind of place is this?" He asked Fangzhu with stars in his eyes. This scene made the love between Helen Cho and Tou Wen even more exciting.
"Well, let me just say, superheroes need a psychiatrist." The voice sounded. Looking over from Wen Helen Cho, I don't know when Iba had already put on a three-white coat for himself.
Not just a stethoscope hanging on my chest.
He took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on.
Human and dog-like.
"Why did you try to steal Thor's hammer again?"
"Because I have to test the patient's knee-jerk reflex first, which is what happens in TV dramas."
One question and one answer.
Let Thor almost wake up.