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A dark blue armchair was floating in the universe, looking lonely until He Shenyan emerged from the light and sat on it.

He sighed comfortably, raised his right hand, and some sawdust drifted from the distant galaxy, converging into a small wood wither in his hand. It was the crucifix.

He Shenyan held the cross and said lazily, "You should know that if I don't get what I want, I will continue to repeat this process many times, Jesus?"

Jesus did not say a word, he had lost the ability to have a normal conversation. Repeated so many times between death and life, his sanity was completely destroyed. For this false idol, what really broke him was not death, but that as the Messiah, he had no ability to fight back in front of He Shenyan.

It's been that way since the beginning.

- When he realized this, he broke down.

The mage looked up in boredom and began to count the stars. To do such a thing in the universe, even he is the first time. In the past, he mostly had something to do when he went to the universe, such as killing some aliens, killing a dozen aliens, killing a lot of aliens...

In other words, quiet time is rare even for him.

What should we do?

It doesn't even matter that Eternal Heaven has found him - he knew about it long before he came to this universe.

But the question is, how is he going to get the angels to take their claws back? What the Supreme Mage Spider-Man said was true, and he saw it in the memory of the little angel he killed.

Many worlds have been invaded by the Eternal Paradise, and they are being taken away from the spider totem. Considering her peculiarity, the consequences of Eternal Heaven's success are completely predictable.

People become self-conscious mad believers who live for the sole purpose of energizing the eternal heaven and the angels.

Having said that, this is no longer a question of "helping save many worlds" or "I don't think the angels are happy", but a big question that really concerns the entire multiverse.

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Tony Bald Stark is drinking.

Obviously,

He held a goblet in his hand, with red wine sloshing in it.

The middle-aged old man's expression is melancholy and depressed, and the reason is actually very simple. When he went to wake up his daughter this morning, he was disliked. The little princess said that he was annoying and that he had a bad mouth. Tony has a hard time accepting this.

He can accept that he has a tone, but he cannot accept that he is disliked by his daughter.

So now he's slumped on his couch, drinking at ten in the morning.

"Sir, Agent Coulson has sent you a video conference invitation."

"No, Jarvis. Today—no, I'm off any meeting these three days. I'm not in the mood, nor interested in sitting with a bunch of middle-aged, middle-aged people and talking about stocks and corporate earnings and stuff like that. Question. Let them all eat shit. Wait, who sent the invitation to the video conference?"

There was a rare hint of hesitation in Jarvis's voice: "...Agent Coulson, sir. Denied?"

Tony raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, then placed the goblet on the coffee table. He raised his feet and said, "Don't say no, but give him a call."

"Calling."

A few seconds later, Coulson's voice appeared in his living room: "Hey, Tony, do you know where it is?"

"I thought you were calling me."

"...No, it's important, listen, Tony, this is not the time to be kidding." Coulson's voice was rarely nervous. "If you know where he is, or if you can get in touch with him, make sure he calls me back, okay?"

Tony put his foot down.

He rarely sees this attitude from Coulson. In fact, in the years since Nick Fury's death, Coulson has grown more composed. He's still the good guy, but on the other hand, he's also starting to look more and more like the dead Nick Fury.

Because of this, Tony frowned.

"What the hell is it, Coulson? I think you should tell me first."

"This is important, very important—wait, what's your voice over there?"

"What sound?"

Jarvis interjected in a timely manner, interrupting the two useless and weak humans to continue their guessing, and the artificial intelligence said mildly: "Sir, we have detected a super life you specially named "Kara Zo-El". rapidly approaching."

"What? What is she doing here with me?"

"Kara? Who is that? Tony, aren't you married? Why are you giving people the code name of Super Life?"

"...that's not what you think, Coulson, cough. I'm going to hang up, we'll talk about it later."

Tony clapped his hands and hung up. He got up from the sofa and took the wine glass in his hand again. Just in time, there was a knocking sound from his floor-to-ceiling windows. Tony looked back and found that Carla, who had seen him once, was looking at him with embarrassment on his face.

Just looking at this picture is nothing. But the problem is... the girl has another acquaintance in the crook of her right arm.

king.

The fat mage was embarrassed at this time. He broke free from Kara's right hand, stood on the ground, and tidied up his robes. Tony turned his head and made a gesture, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened. Wang and Kara walked in. The Kryptonian girl was still looking around curiously, but Wang pursed her lips tightly.

He looked at Tony, who didn't even turn his head, and sighed.

"If you want to laugh, laugh."

As soon as the words fell, Tony laughed out loud without any scruples: "Hahahahahahaha!"

He was out of breath with laughter, and the wine in the glass almost spilled: "You! You are! My God, if Strange saw you just now, he would definitely record it with magic, and then in the Play it once a year at a party!"

Wang stared at him blankly, and coughed twice: "I believe he would do that. But if he does, I'll ask him to put what you did at your bachelorette party with you."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Tony frowned and gave a disapproving look: "...I remember you all assured me that no one recorded that."

"Maybe." Wang showed a very polite smile, and there were blue veins on his forehead. "Let's get down to business - have you seen anything lately?"

"Why is everyone asking me about him today?"

Tony rolled his eyes and finally drank the wine in the glass: "No, I didn't see him at all, and I don't know where he went, what's wrong?"

Wang frowned and muttered to himself, "This time the trouble will be big..."

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