[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

"Then can we guess - when we crossed the boundary wall, we encountered another gem similar to the Cosmic Rubik's Cube?!"

"Gotham's spatial fluctuations seem to be related to gems..." Nan Xi suddenly seemed to recall the news he revealed when he confronted the Penguin. For a while, the mentality of the small townspeople who had encountered a major event was fully exposed. Compared with other people present, she seemed more excited.

But the excitement is fast, and the calm down is even faster.

Among other things, among the other Infinity Gems...is there any that can exist in the space boundary wall as Howard said?

Even if there is, what does it have to do with repeated time travel?

In the final analysis, what kind of use can the research come to this conclusion?

"According to what Boo-Batman told me when I went to Gotham last time, his space position and timeline after returning to Gotham are coherent, that is to say, during the time he came to this world, Not even a second has passed in Gotham."

"This is good news. It won't make you disappear for a day inexplicably, and the people around you don't have to worry too much."

"But... But Master and Madam did disappear in the winter of 1991."

The smile on Howard's face gradually disappeared, and together with Maria, they both felt concerned for Tony who was far away on the other side.

"Jarvis, man." Howard gave a dry laugh, trying to find his voice, "You mean we haven't been in, been back to New York all these years?"

"Yes." The smart housekeeper said one thing and another, and Nancy couldn't find a suitable way to wink at him, "After the two disappeared for a year, they were judged to be dead, and then the two were judged to be dead. The gentleman who happened to be 20 years old inherited the business of the company."

"Howard, I don't dare, I can't believe it..." No matter how strong Maria's will was, as a mother at this time, she still couldn't help sobbing softly, "Tony these years——you still No reconciliation with him...he will remember that day forever..."

"But Mr. Barnes is out of the control of Hydra. When you teleport back at night, nothing will happen?" Nancy felt that they had fallen into a strange circle, and the existence of both parties was already confirmed. The fact that there is a problem in any link, even with the God's perspective, she has no way to answer it.

She rescued Howard and Maria here, and when they returned to New York, Tony would not be alone. He failed to discover that Stark Industries was secretly colluding with terrorists. If Tony had not been kidnapped, there would be no Iron Suit Then he would not leave Jarvis and his battle suit by chance when he left this world.

Without Jarvis and the suit, can Nancy and Sprouts' version of Steve stand up to the burglars...?

This is not even a Mobius ring, the Mobius ring also has twisted and continuous paradox lines, and when it comes to her, it is completely a different universe with two lines——

"I will protect you back to New York." Maybe it was frozen for a long time, and the memory has not recovered at all, Bucky was so silent that even Howard didn't dare to admit his situation easily.

But after he spoke solemnly, it seemed that the atmosphere in the hall was relaxed.

"Time paradox... Is there really an infinite gem related to time?" If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Even Charles is rarely stuck here. Nancy thinks she should not go Brain cells are wasted.

"Time gem?" Howard's eyes lit up, and the attitude of a researcher popped up again.

"Compared to space, time is also a very important dimension?" He threw out his prepared countermeasures righteously, and sure enough, Howard no longer pursued its source, but put it on his own thinking.

But soon, they all had to suspend their discussions in this regard.

Nancy has never been able to find the rules of time for these anti-travelers to stay in this world, so that when Charles' figure gradually becomes transparent, they realize that this friend is about to leave here.

Charles stood up feeling a little strange. After all, it took only a moment to get here, but leaving here has such a process.

His eyes moved to Nancy's direction. He was about to say something just now, but he was shocked by what he saw in front of his eyes and what he felt in his mind.

"Orange—"

A simple word blurted out, but Nancy couldn't even ask whether he wanted to say orange or tangerine, and his figure disappeared in front of her eyes at an extremely fast speed.

"Uh, that's the thing." It's good to have a time difference between the two parties, which directly explained the concept of "returning to the original world".

Bucky took a few steps forward to where Charles was standing just now and looked at the three of them, with some doubts in his eyes that could not be ignored.

orange?There are cool-toned decoration styles and hanging ornaments everywhere, where can things match with orange?

The feeling of time passing is always a relative concept. If there is something that distracts your attention enough, the speed of time passing under such circumstances is like the speed of melting ice cream under the scorching sun, which is natural and smooth.

Waiting until the third day with growing doubts, the Starks sat in the living room and Bucky looked at each other silently.

How about going back one day?In order to prevent Hydra from leaving a monitoring substitute to act with him, Bucky, who has not yet recovered that part of his memory, is very cautious. The gun is loaded and the bullets have been checked one by one, so he almost reports it to His old enemies.

That night, she sat on the sofa holding her submachine gun and didn't fall asleep all night. The next morning, Nancy was startled when she walked into the living room with sleepy eyes. Bucky made a change, squinting his eyes and sleeping on the sofa until he lost consciousness and vigilance. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to appear overnight, and they settled in his eyes together with exhaustion.

"It can't go on like this!" Howard suddenly said loudly, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was cheering everyone up.

It's not that he can't hold his breath, it's just that the current situation is too exhausting, and the directions he can associate are mixed, which is really unbearable for him.

Similarly, Howard speaks not only his own voice, but also the voice of others.

"If I'm self-reliant, I have a clue that doesn't count as a clue?" Nancy racked her brains, trying to find a poor clue from a corner of her mind, "Every time someone comes to this world, it seems came out of the room."

Even Deadpool, when she avoided Bruce and the Joker the next morning to go to the room to clean up, she found some kind of evidence in the corner of the room that was enough to make her go to the police station to drink tea.

Nancy was very puzzled by the scarlet uniform fragments on the amputated limb. Deadpool's body could grow back in minutes, so maybe his uniform could also grow back, and a new glove would grow out of it?

"Go, change the position!" This sounded like a very reliable clue, so Howard waved his hand, and several people surrounded the ruins of the car back and forth.

Howard and Bucky didn't do anything during these three days. At least this sports car, which was worth a lot in those days, is also worth a lot now. They rescued it from the wall, and brought it With the cooperation of Howard's skillful hands and Bucky's strength, various car parts showed signs of being reassembled and repaired.

By the way, those five second-generation serums that were copied and developed are lying quietly in the freezer of Nancy's refrigerator, and they probably will stay there forever.

This is a decision made by Howard after careful consideration. Five serums can indeed create five super fighters with outstanding abilities. This is a conclusion that can be drawn without a doubt just by focusing on Bucky.

But does the United States really need these five serums?

Or think about it further, should these five serums really appear in this world?

Maria sat back on the passenger seat with a complex expression, and a feeling of familiarity and fear spread from the bottom of her heart. She turned her head and couldn't see Howard, who should be sitting aside now, but looked at Bucky through the car window. The indifferent brows and eyes suddenly froze.

Don't think too much, Mrs. Stark didn't have a psychological shadow on the existence of Dongbaji. If she can still have a psychological shadow on Bucky with a Shiba Inu T-shirt, then Mrs. Stark is not Mrs. Stark .

Well, Howard, who was wearing a T-shirt with couple Erha, didn't look as rigorous as in the previous research, Maria, who was wearing a Kumamon-themed shirt, thought so.

"Maria, do you feel anything different?"

Under the strong request of the Starks, Nancy also changed their names smoothly, and after exchanging Christian names, Howard expressed some opinions with her strange naming method.

However, the things on the bright side have not yet been written off, and even Jarvis has only the name Jarvis. Howard is now secretly thinking about how to take the smart housekeeper in their house as the first step. It was recorded in the account book, and it was changed to Jarvis Stark in an open and honest manner.

I don't know Tony's thoughts for the time being, anyway, in Howard's heart, his son always listens to his father, regardless of whether he has a wife now?

Tony: I don't want to lose face?Let's go to the little pepper and let's get the certificate!

"Just sit like this..." Maria watched Nancy touch the steering wheel curiously, and smiled slightly, "How does it feel to sit like this? I think it's better to let the two of them toss about it." .”

"Hey?" Nancy tilted her head. Anyway, the car didn't turn on the ignition, and she casually looked at the various buttons in the car, while chatting casually with Maria, "Do you think the current situation is optimistic?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Nancy felt that she seemed to be infected with the disease of chatting to death, and asked if she was happy, what reply did she want to hear?

"Well, it doesn't matter. The worst is over. If it weren't for Tony who is still at home waiting for us to go home, if Howard and I died on that day, I would be with him. "

Maria's eyes followed her husband, perhaps under the influence of wonderful fate, the eyes of the two met together somehow, and they smiled at each other at the same time, and moved to Nancy and Bucky respectively.

"I can still watch him work now. The distance between the two of them is no more than the distance between the inside and outside of the car. Isn't that optimistic?"

Nancy: That makes sense. I just want to find a boyfriend.

"Now... this is uh-"

Nancy didn't know whether she was touching the car CD or the wiring of the car air conditioner. The only thing she could feel now was the numbness between her fingers when she touched the car, but when she opened her eyes, she found that the steering wheel of another hand turned outward. Extending, soon the whole car became familiarly transparent, twinkling, wrapped in warm orange light, not knowing where it was going.

I only heard the rear door open and then slammed hard. Without thinking too much, Bucky and Howard sat on the back seat of the coupe, one on the left and one on the right, holding the back of the front seat tightly with both hands, their eyes full of surprise , but more is the hope of trying and a different kind of expectation.

The vehicles that shone to the extreme did not disappoint them. In fact, when the warm orange light filled their eyeballs, an emerald green corn field suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

The earthy taste of the field has never been synonymous with ignorance and country bumpkins. The heavy corn is hanging on every plant. It must be a bumper harvest season.

While admiring the scenery, Nancy even forgot the fact that Howard handed her the car keys when he entered the car, and then she ignited and started the engine quite smoothly.

Stretching straight, the coupe carried the four people in the car and rushed into the cornfield during the harvest season.

Author has something to say: Nancy: "No time to explain, get me out of the car—"

Jarvis: "Wear your seat belt, Nancy."

Nancy: "..."

Jarvis: "How does this car work without you?"

Nancy: "Jarvis, I haven't got my driver's license yet..."

Jarvis: "It doesn't matter, Mr. Driving has been using the Mark series for many years, and I don't have a driver's license, so I can still drive."

Nancy: "So Tony has been driving in a black car without a license all these years?!"

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The high-speed train is late, I just got home qaq

☆, three in one

There are no birds in the sky, and the silence is like winter, but winter will never be as vibrant and peaceful as it is now.

The intoxicating and comfortable land ushered in the arrival of uninvited guests, and the whole field exudes a kind of residual warmth belonging to grains.Sweet, crisp, like unsweetened popcorn, said to be fragile, but also tough.

Outside the fertile soil, the scattered gravel gaps on the trail are like the pores that the land relies on for breathing. If a pot of water is poured into the ground, it only takes a few seconds. These things are extremely rare for life. The water source will follow the veins and enter the depths of the land. Before it can go away, it evaporates into the air, and beautiful ripples appear under the refraction of the sun.

From the kitchen radio intermittently came the sound of comforting songs, and together with the continuous sizzling of pancakes in the pan, they formed a cheerful rhythm.

As long as Clark's eyes are looking straight ahead, through the open window of the kitchen, the golden field in front of him is his own farm, and it is the time of harvest.

For Clark, a return to life on the farm seemed more to his liking than a job as a journalist.

In a short while, the pancakes in the pan were formed, the fragrant batter was fixed in the thick pan, and the mixed taste of eggs and flour was overflowing, which made him naturally focus his memory on the moment when they came out of the oven and placed on the plate.

The pancake slammed into the plate with a soft sound, Clark blinked, and seemed to think that the sound was too loud?

As if the waves were hitting the sea cliff in his ears, the roar of the engine appeared in his ears.

"Where is... here?" Nancy looked around, ignorant of her surroundings.

She has been to the countryside, and of course she has enjoyed one or two of the cornfields in the documentary, but once the two are combined into one and she is on the scene, Nancy can only hold back a sentence at most:

There should be a corn grower here.

"The feeling of the soil... and the climate here..." Howard squatted down and picked up a small handful of soil with his hands. At the same time, he raised his head and squinted, looking at Slightly to the west but still basking in the sun, a conclusion was quickly drawn.

"It looks like Kansas here. The seedlings over there are winter wheat, right?"

The green field in the distance is full of vitality, which hides the yellow color of this land and is uniform.

"Kansas? We've come to see the Kansas of the sunflowers?" Maria apparently quickly found a different memory in this land compared to Howard.

"The location is obviously different, so what about the time?" Bucky looked around, his originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious, "It was December that day, and now it's only September at most."

In the past two or three days, he seemed to be trying his best to get rid of the murderous aura that was memorized in his muscles, bones and blood. As the fragments in his mind were spliced ​​together one after another, he also rebuilt his eyes day by day. His tenderness.

"Jarvis, can you connect to the Internet? Although I don't have an American calling card... this is a big problem!" Nancy thought for a while and finally asked for help from the almost omnipotent smart housekeeper.

Unexpectedly, Jarvis, who is always on call and seems to be around the clock, is like the daily stuck machine of the XP system. He cannot receive messages or respond. The circle is constantly turning, and she is afraid that she can't help but feel that the relationship these days has been nothing but a dream.

"...Jarvis?" Shaking her head, in order to let herself stop thinking about it, Nancy called the name of the smart housekeeper for the second time to the phone, which seemed stable but flustered.

"Wait a minute, we believe him." Howard pondered in a deep voice, apparently already had a preconceived guess in his mind.

The soft sandals left two shallow footprints on the same soft ground. Bucky, who has been exploring the surrounding environment from the beginning, seems to have returned with a harvest. When he was silent, he naturally looked more serious. The face was not what he meant, and the silence about the current situation at this time was in stark contrast to his attire.

The shoulder-length hair is combed and tied behind the head, and the short ponytail that does not hinder the movement at all is deeply recognized by him. If it is not for the cautious attitude towards the surroundings and his habitual vigilance, it is said that he is the The owner of the land, I am afraid that some people will believe it.

In comparison, Maria has always seemed quite easy-going, quietly watching this extraordinary scene, and what is reflected in her eyes is... a strong and young guy stepping on the soil, The scene of running here.

"Howard, I said—"

"We have to find a way out," Howard accidentally interrupted his wife's words, and gave her a calm look, thinking that his proposal is more important now, "Leave the car in the No more here, first find a way to get out of here, then go to the town or city to borrow a communication tool, contact, contact Tony."

Maria smiled helplessly, turned her head and glanced at the guy on the edge of the field who had come, and was the first to show an apologetic expression.

"You can vaguely see towns and smog in that direction," Bucky pointed with his finger. Although the life of one-armed life is not always very convenient to experience, he can gradually adapt to the current life without too much trouble. Big question.

After removing the mechanical arm tailor-made for him by Hydra, something seemed to fall in Shen Diandian's heart, and it seemed like the end of an era.

He will not avoid the things that the Winter Soldier needs to carry, but he only wants the present to give him the peace of mind to think about day and night.

"Howard, why don't we—"

"Then go in that direction, be sure to contact that kid today."

Nancy was still staring at her mobile phone in a daze, and nodded indiscriminately. She believed that the method Howard came up with would not be too bad.

"Howard!" "Excuse me...can you explain to me why you are here?"

The black and red plaid shirt is an old style, loosely draped over Clark's body, which unfortunately conceals his good figure. The straight black trousers and sneakers are also of the same type.

Rustic black-rimmed glasses are placed on the bridge of the nose, and the flavor of the small town boy spreads over the face, with the strong aroma of lunch pancakes.

Two voices sounded from my ears at the same time, because Maria's apologetic gesture was the first step to comfort Clark, and Clark's anger at this time also subsided a lot.

He never thought that others were doing evil intentionally. Compared to the fact that the few people in front of him drove into his field on purpose, it was better to say that they must have encountered some trouble.

The corn stalks that had been crushed by the car were laying on the ground, and the green leaves wrapped in the corn that hadn't fully matured were scattered all over the ground, which was really a pity.

Clark walked around the places where several people were standing at a leisurely pace, and bent down familiarly. He always had a three-point smile when he met people, and he stretched out his hand to caress the few plants that were completely broken. Now Corn dying in the field.

Why, this car would appear directly in the center of his cornfield, and it was only pressed in the center of this field?

The loss was far less than what Clark had imagined, but the doubts and vigilance in his heart increased.

Nancy and Howard looked at each other, and felt that it was really difficult for them to discuss this issue.

It can be seen that the guy in front of him is a kind and good person, if he can sincerely fool around, that would be a great thing.

But Bucky was spontaneously wary of this guy who was obviously the owner of this cornfield, and he could see that his muscles were slightly tense.He took two steps forward calmly, as if to protect the two ladies behind him.

"We are very sorry for your loss, and we will definitely pay for the loss caused." After eye contacting, they finally decided to let the seemingly respected Howard communicate with him.

"The loss... To be honest, the loss is not much. I just want to know how you managed to land in the center of my field by air. It can't be an airdrop, right?" Clark laughed when he said this. , according to his observation skills, there is absolutely no plane that can escape his senses, let alone a car that is air-dropped.

A lock of black curls on top of his head rose and fell with his movements, from hair to heels, and Clark felt he had to figure out why.

They were able to avoid the detection of Superman's hearing, and it was the friction and collision of the plants that revealed their whereabouts. The reason why Clark rushed here in a panic was also to prevent someone from knowing his true identity. A conspiracy unfolded.

Kal-El, an orphan of Krypton who lives on Earth, and Clark Kent, a tabloid reporter with a warm family, these are two people.

"This, this," Nancy was always so sharp about people and felt that both sides were quite embarrassed. She looked at the corn but not Clark. She had no way to answer this question, so she had to change the subject, "We mistakenly It’s really embarrassing to enter here, if possible, why not, why not go to your house? Let’s settle the losses here first?”

"Clark Kent." Clark took a deep look at her. The more Nancy and the others didn't want to explain, the more clear the existence of this matter became. "Please, a few."

Before the Starks and Bucky expressed anything, Nancy's eyes suddenly drifted away.

The place where they landed is Clark Superman Justice League Chairman Kent's land?

"Howard Stark." Howard's voice was reserved and low-key, which was a feeling that could not be concealed by T-shirts and trousers, "This is my wife Maria, and my friend James Barn S."

The one with the erratic expression was replaced by Clark.

Thanks to his excellent memory, and just some time ago, news about Stark, or the Avengers, swept the headlines of all newspapers, Clark's sensitivity to this surname has not faded.

"You mean...you are the parents of that Iron Man?" He curled his lips, his face clearly showing disbelief when he encountered a liar, "If you are Stark's parents, Then I'm still the brother of the richest man in Gotham."

"We are really Anthony Stark's parents." Maria said helplessly.

"I'm really Bruce Wayne's brother." Clark was calmly unmoved.

Nancy: The picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.

"Boy Bruce is also fine." Howard suddenly felt that this method is also feasible. If they really disappeared for 24 years, then it is normal for people to not believe it all at once.

To be honest, even if they didn't disappear, who would believe that they just appeared in their home for no reason?

"What did you say?" Clark felt that today's joke was quite big. The reason why Bruce was mentioned was because he was familiar with it and immediately thought of Bruce's perfectly disguised playboy and rich man's mask. , can perfectly achieve the satirical effect you need.

Secondly, Stark and Wayne have always been talked about by the upper class, and they are always mentioned and compared. Although there is always a subtle saying that Wayne, who is still just a playboy, is inferior Tony in a battle suit, but in Clark's view, Batman is definitely a suitable advisor, a suitable comrade in arms... a suitable brother and sister.

So using Bruce as an example, wouldn't that be the most appropriate?

"Speaking of which, Thomas and Martha still invited us to Bruce's birthday," said Howard, referring to his old friends who had a good relationship with him. Leah was still getting old, and he felt a little emotional and confused.

They missed 20+ years of time.

Nancy tugged Howard's cuff lightly, because she could see that Clark's face was very bad now.

"What do you want to say? Are you a relative or friend of so-and-so?" Knowing the experience that his friend was least willing to mention in his heart, Clark's tone became less friendly just like his calm face.

Careful Maria seemed to have noticed something from his statement, and suddenly felt a little panic about the time they missed.

"My name is Nancy, Mr. Kent." Nancy felt that it was useless for them to stand here to argue and refute, and immediately found the right communicator as Howard said, "It doesn't matter if we just stand here now." Meaning, if you can provide us with a phone and let us contact the outside world, we will definitely give you a reasonable explanation."

Nancy's request was very pertinent. An ordinary person would think about whether to bring these unknown guys home, but Clark didn't have such a worry.

"...follow me." Clark glanced at the four of them again, reluctantly accepting this proposal.

On the top of a ostentatious building located in the central part of Manhattan, the screen of the computer terminal finally lit up in a quiet environment, and a dense piece of data was taking shape in it.

The thick curtains cut off the hot sunlight outside the window, and the dark room was dimly lit. Wearing infrared heat glasses, the poorly lit environment did not cause any trouble to Tony.

At that time, Tony was still beating and adding newcomers to his Mark series suits. The parts of the suits costing hundreds of millions can be seen everywhere in this laboratory, piled up in messy tools and design drawings. In between, there is no golden red spray paint, which is not conspicuous at all.

The plan for the next generation of battle suits is the most random thing placed here. Stacks of design drafts can be said to be flying all over the sky, and the most involved things can be faintly seen on the plan. This code.

"Friday, build a new model and perform data detection and calculation." Stretching lazily, he threw the very simple wrench in his hand to the ground, and amidst the sound of jingling and collision, Tony stood in front of his operating table .

"In fact, sir, the new battle suit model is already ready, and the data sharing mode has been opened for you."

"Oh? Well done." Tony raised his eyebrows, and praised the service that was in place on Friday, "As expected of my AI, it has learned to do the work by itself."

"At your service, sir."

In fact, Tony is still not very used to replacing his smart butler with another one.

Even though Jarvis and Friday are just AIs, but they have been together for so many years, they are just a little clumsy with simple programs, and he has a very rich relationship, let alone Jarvis?

Tony turned off Friday's humor value, and he didn't know why he had such an operation.

"If sir, you can arrange a vacation for me, maybe I can help you replace it yourself when you come to work the next day?"

"Vacation? Do you mean donating you and the little clumsy hand to the community college?" Tony pretended to be puzzled, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and pointed to the mechanical arm that was serving tea and water for him lying on the gun inexplicably beside him. .

"That's great, I only need to spend one day to complete a week's work in college, and then I can have six days of vacation, so I can have extra time for a romantic and wonderful Dating."

"...I'm really thinking about Jarvis?!" Tony's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked around vigilantly, "Come out, who are you?!"

Wasn't it that Mirage was instigated by those guys to punish him?Tony felt exhausted, and the joke had gone a little too far.

Although Vision is indeed powerful, and he is also very principled in dealing with people and things, but whenever he only hears his voice but does not see him, Tony always feels in a daze that he is reminding himself of something.

It was because he was full and had nothing to do to study the Ultron Project that killed Jarvis.

"Sir, I've been here all this time."

The dim light line gradually brightened to an appropriate level, the curtains were uncontrolled, and I slowly opened it to let some sunlight rush in, and the room was filled with warmth in an instant.

Tony looked at the electronic screen that kept lighting up in front of him, and suddenly felt his eye sockets a little sore, and then he was absolutely excited and happy to meet again after a long absence.

"Why did you make me wait so long?" Tony pretended to be nonchalant, but he dropped the tool in his hand and ran to the main computer to stand still and observe the data, which betrayed his duplicity.

The three-dimensional projection technology quickly reappeared the complete orange-yellow sphere while he was holding his breath.

It can be said that Tony is rotten in every detail of every procedure. As his breathing rate recovers, Jarvis's data relaxes like the rise and fall of his chest.

It's like a person who really came alive.

"It took a little time to decipher the network data with limited resources." Jarvis explained slowly.

Tony was puzzled: "Crack the network data? As the first line of defense of the Avengers Building, you should be able to break through all the secret orders here."

"It is to let your own program enter the network while bypassing the monitoring of the transmission tower, sir."

Upon hearing Jarvis' explanation, Tony was even more puzzled.

"Where did you come back from this program? I have obviously searched the world, and your last copy was input to Vision, and the remaining data in the building is not enough..."

The thoughts of rapid investigation stayed in disbelief on a night a few years ago, and he did lose a whole set of battle suits and Jarvis' portable system that night.

"Nancy." Tony blinked, not knowing why the impression of Nancy in his mind was much clearer than he thought.

There are even some memories that don't belong to that night, subtly invading his thinking.

"As a matter of fact, master and madam, and a friend of the master's, are now by Nancy's side."

Jarvis's program has slowly stepped out of the dividing line drawn by artificial intelligence, striding towards the direction of intelligent life, he threw such a big bomb without saying a word, Tony For a moment, he didn't realize who the master and wife he was talking about were.

The dazed look shows that he has stopped thinking at first glance, rarely