Shadow of the Beautiful World

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After giving a good lesson to Ms. Lingdie, who gave a little bit of punishment, Lord Raven came to Carol's sleeping room again.

The relationship between him and Lingdie is complicated.

Although inspired by the power of the Phoenix, Lingdie exposed the deepest thoughts in her heart, it was not so easy for the mercenary who had been alone for a long time to accept the reality that he had fallen.

Women who are too sentimental are always so entangled that they are independent and long to remain independent.

But how is it possible to have the concept of independence for things like emotions?

It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, it sounds chic and open, but that is only a beautiful vision after all.

In most love, one party always depends on the other.

Of course, this refers to the emotional aspect. Personality always has to remain independent, and become a vassal of a man and a slave and plaything of love.

That's really too sad for women.

Like Lord Raven and Ms. Carol, the relationship between them and life is very separated.

The two have deep feelings, but it does not prevent Raven and Carol from doing their own things and living their lives.

The two also gathered together, but their feelings did not fade because of this independent life.

On the contrary, as time went on, they became more and more connected.

Merlin sat by the bed, holding Carol's shining fingers. The lord and mother in front of her were like a shining sleeping beauty, and the universe energy covered her skin like a beating wildfire.

But did not damage the beds and bedding.

Those reverberating forces can be called gentle, like a big cocoon wrapped around Carol, and under the light curtain, Ms. Marvel is undergoing some microscopic changes.

"The new cosmic energy is in abnormal activity, and those forces are changing Carol's life form."

Behind Merlin, Elsa in a white long dress rubbed her lover's shoulder while whispering:

"After I brought her back, Xuan Lan checked it for her. Carol was hurt by the power of the Phoenix and the wounds healed have been healed, but facing the powerful force has shocked her mind. She may need some time to come adapt."

"This is what she wants."

Merlin sighed.

He reached over and covered Elsa's hand on his shoulder, feeling the cold from the tip of his finger. He said:

"Carroll has a stubborn desire to protect everyone. She also wants to protect me. She stubbornly believes that protection requires strength, and her existing strength cannot preserve everything she cherishes."

"She challenged a strong enemy to let herself cross the bottleneck, she did it...but this is not what I want to see."

The Raven Lord groaned. He looked up and looked at Elsa with his head down. He looked at the beautiful green cat eyes. He said:

"Every one of you has such a personality."

"Yeah, the one with the most personality. A few hours ago, he clamored to kill me."

Elsa pursed her lips, and she said seriously:

"I heard that the folding of the power of the Phoenix will expose a person's innermost desires and show the truest mind."

"The charm of our raven lord is strong, and women like the fascinating spirit butterfly are willing to enchant you...Look, she also cut me."

Miss Bloodstone held out her hand, pulled up her clothes, and placed a wound on her arm in front of Merlin's eyes. She pouted and said:

"It hurts."

"Then I will apologize to you on her behalf."

Raven reached out and took Miss Bloodstone's jade-like arm and kissed the wound lightly. When he raised his head, the little wound had healed.

This action made Miss Bloodstone laugh like a kitten. She shook Merlin's hand away and took a few steps back.

With her long orange hair, she sniffed her nose and said to Merlin:

"You still have the fragrance of the spirit butterfly, you man with a heart, don't want to climb into my bed tonight... Speaking, is it really good to waste your time with us? There are still many outside Things need you to come forward."

Merlin shrugged. He looked back at the sleeping Carol. He said:

"Those things can be solved by themselves. They have proved that even without me, they can protect the world. I am already a poor old raven, and no one needs me."

"So, I will stay here and accompany my lovely wives."

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"Are you sure you want to do this?"

A few days later, on the edge of New York City, on Trident Square, wearing a denim suit and holding a cane, Steve Rogers took his wife's hand.

He pulled down his baseball cap and said to the guy in a suit in front of him:

"It has recognized you, you can continue to wave it, no one will come to trouble you."

"That being said..."

Bruce Wayne, dressed in a suit and dressed like a successful business man, looked at the Thor's Hammer in his hand, and thoughts flowed in his eyes.

The silver-grey warhammer was clenched in his hands, as if there was a sense of blood.

As long as he closed his eyes, he could feel the scrutiny of the warhammer, the strength and the pressure brought behind him.

Becoming the new Thor means that he wants to fulfill Mjornir's oath.

"I... compared to the restricted Thor, I may be more suitable to continue to be my mortal hero."

Batman said softly.

He raised his hand and placed the hammer of Thor in his hand on the stone platform in front of his eyes, just as he did when he picked up the hammer of Thor.

After the warhammer was placed back to the base, a beating of lightning flashed once on the surface of the warhammer.

Immediately afterwards, this legendary weapon, which can get the power of Thor, has changed back to its gray look.

It's angry.

After Thor, another user abandoned it.

This makes Mjornier extremely angry, but it is helpless. After all, it is just a weapon. Without a user, it is difficult to respond to everything that happens outside.

"Tear it"

The beating spark hit Bruce's finger, making Batman withdraw his hand a little awkwardly.

He took a deep breath and finally glanced at Thor's Hammer, then turned to God and looked at Steve and his wife Sharon. He reached out and adjusted his bow tie. He said:

"I am in awe of the powerful power, but I want to be the master of power, not by power."

"It feels good to hold it, but if the price of holding it is that I want to change my code of conduct, then I would rather not have it."

"I can change myself for it. Should I have a more useful and powerful weapon in the future, should I change it again?"

Bruce took a breath.

He glanced at the suitcase at Steve's feet and he said:

"We are pedestrians walking on the edge of the abyss. As long as we are a little cowardly, we will be captured by darkness, and that line cannot be crossed."

"Don't preach to me, Bruce."

The captain with a baseball cap chuckled. He pointed to the box under his feet. He said quite openly:

"I know you are warning me, rest assured, I won't touch this thing again."

He looked at his wife. He said softly:

"This injury is not a bad thing for me. You said it right. I am no longer a pure warrior. Maybe, I should have lived another life, and my lover, and mine. Daughter together."

"That's good."

Bruce waved at Steve and walked to the gray Lamborghini sports car he stopped on. He came to New York as the chairman of the Wayne Group to attend the meeting of the Onika consortium.

It is said that not long ago, an important special resolution was passed by the World Security Council. Bruce had a good discussion with the current chairman, Lex Luther.

Coming back to return Thor's Hammer is just a matter of way.

The good man Bruce waved at his friend. In the sound of the Mercedes-Benz sports car, Lamborghini pulled a beautiful arc on the square and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

Sharon also stooped to lift the box under Steve's feet, and the Dread Warhammer was placed in it.

She flicked her hair flying in the wind and said to her husband standing there:

"Let's go, Steve, we'll pick up Sharon a little later, and I'll say you cook today."

"Then we have to stop by to buy vegetables."

Steve leaned on his cane, took his wife's hand, and walked out of the square.

His walking movements were somewhat staggered, and the body that had been wounded by War Hulk before took several years to heal.

And this time the injuries were so severe that Steve may no longer be able to swing his shield to fight as before.

But after this battle, the captain also saw a lot of things.

Whenever a disaster strikes, someone always thinks that I should stand up.

Fortunately, in this world, even without him, there are more heroes who will shoulder this responsibility.

He should retire.

After all, it is already an old man in his 90s, and he had a child not long ago. It is also time to let go of everything and take care of himself.

The news that Thor's hammer returned to Trident Square soon spread throughout New York, so in the afternoon, many people who came here admiredly came to this square.

Big businessmen know that Wang's ticket business has also been restarted.

In the evening, touching the hammer of Thor, people who want to pull it up are still in line, even more than ever. After all, the hammer of Thor has disappeared mysteriously for a few days, indicating that someone has completed the great work of pulling it up.

Everyone can pull it up, maybe they can?

Isn't it just $10 tickets?

Without further ado, quickly take my money! Don't prevent me from becoming Thor and save the world!

Of course, the ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.

From noon to evening, hundreds of people touched the Thor's hammer, but as in the past, no one has been able to pull it up, which somewhat disappoints people who watch the bustle.

"10 dollars, here you are."

As night fell, a blond man in casual clothes and a black baseball cap handed the ticket money to the staff who had begun to doze, and then walked up to the stone platform.

He did not immediately touch the warhammer.

Instead, he looked at the silver-gray, square-headed weapon with a nostalgic eye.

The disguised Thor stretched out his fingers, stroking the surface of the warhammer. There was a weak current beating where the fingers crossed, like an old friend seeing you again.

Thor said in a weird tone:

"I saw the projection of you and Bruce fighting together, and I saw the scene of you flying around them."

"Mjornier, if I remember correctly, you have never danced so arrogantly for me in the past 1500 years, as if you had a soul in their hands."

"This really makes me jealous..."

Former Thor was like patting a pet, patting the icy hammer face of Thor’s hammer, he said:

"But you are abandoned again. Seriously, you have to change your bad temper, don't always ask the holder to do things your way, if you don't change, you will be abandoned for the fourth time ."

"Swoosh"

A beating arc struck Thor's finger, representing Thor's dissatisfaction with Thor's scolding.

Like a grumpy bear child.

"Haha, you can play by yourself, be a tool man, uh, no, tool hammer... In the future, if there is a disaster, there will always be heroes who will borrow your power."

Thor rubbed his numb fingers, and he said to Mjornir happily:

"The best part is that, out of oath, you can't refuse someone who is really qualified to hold you, haha, seeing you so unlucky, I really..."

"So happy!"

Thor and his old friends spent a long time narrative, which directly caused the dissatisfaction of the people lining up below. A group of red necks shouted loudly:

"Hey, hurry up!"

"Man, if you can't pull it up, let go, and there are real men waiting!"

"Okay, okay, am I coming down?"

In a burst of noise, Torsch Shiran walked down the stone platform, left the square with his hands, and bought a hot dog for dinner.

At night in New York, he stopped a taxi and found out that it was an acquaintance who drove.

"Du Pound, take me back to Manhattan."

Thor leaned back in his seat and ate vaguely while eating a hot dog.

Dupont, who was driving, pouted, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Don’t sprinkle the vegetable juices on my car. This car has just been washed. If you get dirty, be careful of the murmur hitting you. I can’t stop it. It failed to court Princess Laura. Recently, Very irritable."

And just after Thor left, another "horrible" thing happened on Trident Square.

"Wow"

In the thunder flurry, the silver-grey warhammers were raised short by the heads with **** on their heads, and the little girl in a green dress pretending to be cloaked to cover her looks lifted her hand.

This scene made everyone exclaim.

Some people picked up their phones to take pictures.

And Little Hella didn't care about the surprises of the idiots. She flicked the warhammer like a flirty toy. The little girl with serious dark circles screamed at the stunned ticket seller.

"I lifted it up, you guys saw it! So, give me the $1 million bonus!"

"The new game console is about to be released. Give me money!"

"The stingy **** will not be able to catch up with the starting ceremony again!"

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