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Harry knew the routine of housework.
First of all, you need to clean up the garbage and throw away all the waste; secondly, you need to check the utensils to see if the tools are in your hands and whether the water source is smooth; then, use the tools to wipe off the dust, sweep away the cobwebs, polish the furniture, and make the space where you are bright and clean.
It's not easy to do all this in such a large space, but, ah, don't forget, Harry is a wizard, he is proficient in housework spells, because decades later, he will also be responsible for the general cleaning of this house. For the main force, there are convenient magics that can be used, and you would be a fool if you don't use them. And for some things that are missing, the transformation spell can solve them.
So Sean saw this strange scene when he came out of the study:
The vacuum cleaner was running and gliding down the corridor like an ice skater. The bucket was hopping with a large mouthful of water in its mouth and the mop was following behind. Every time the vacuum cleaner swept an area, they followed it and dragged it across an area, mopping several floors. Finally, the mop jumped into the bucket, twirled and jumped, wrung itself out like a little girl in a skirt, and continued to mop the rest of the place; the rags obediently moved on various furniture such as shelves, clocks, and crystal lamps. I wiped them here and there, rubbing them here and there, and polished them until they were shiny.
Sean was stunned, and the rusk (given by Hank) in his mouth suddenly fell to the ground. "God," he muttered, staring almost unconsciously, "what's going on here... I must still be dreaming."
Sean wandered all the way downstairs and found that several windows had been opened. The bed curtains had changed from heavy and dusty to clean and crisp. The sunlight poured in through the window sill, giving Sean a strong feeling. A sense of security - no matter what, as long as people can still get the warm sun, it seems that everything will eventually get better.
The whole way down the stairs seemed a bit dreamy: the rags and mops used to clean the furniture were also cleaning the steps and handrails, and there were also a few brooms chasing mice that ran out of nowhere. Their movements were very agile and cruel. He was beaten to death and put into a black garbage bag with its mouth wide open, and he tied it tightly. As the previous garbage bag rolled out of the door, it rolled not far away; some scattered books and objects seemed to have been cleaned up long ago. , flying upstairs in neat rows, or placed there neatly, a vase that Sean had just broken was sitting next to it intact, as shiny as new.
"What kind of strange place did this place become when I was away...?" Sean rubbed his eyes, still unable to believe what he saw. He meant that even if he was a mutant, such a scene would It's so amazing, everything seems to be alive and repairing this messy place in an orderly manner.
And while he was puzzled, a scent floated over from nowhere. It was invisible and colorless, but it mixed the scent of cooked potatoes, cream, and meat fried in butter, and seduced Sean's lips. With his nose and his empty stomach, he almost immediately swallowed the rusk, and almost flew after the smell to the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen. Where else could such a wonderful aroma exist except the kitchen? .
Sean rushed to the door of the kitchen and stopped at the door out of habit, but he looked inside and saw the strange boy standing attentively in front of the frying pan. The smell of meat became stronger; and on the chopping board beside him, there were several Lettuce and tomatoes are being chopped into several pieces by a knife that moves by itself. There is already steaming hot and appetizing creamy mashed potatoes in a large bowl, and a sweet roasting smell comes from the oven. The taste of the food, a few leftover diced apples were placed in a small bowl... In short, Sean could swear to God that this kitchen has never been so orderly and useful since he knew this place, and now he I want to swallow the plate all together.
"Oh, Sean," Harry was very alert. He could easily detect someone behind him. When he turned around and saw that it was Sean, he relaxed again, "Don't touch anything else, but help me take out the tableware, okay?" "
"You'd better speak less, it's hard to sound," Sean saw that his voice was hoarse and said with pity and disbelief, "You are only so tall, but you can do better than all of us." Is it time to eat?”
"Everyone?" Harry asked knowingly.
"Yes, me, Charles, Hank, and others, except for a very beautiful woman, Moria, we are all doing so-so, hanging out there every day." Sean came in and found a spoon for himself. I took a spoonful of mashed potatoes and immediately wanted to swallow the spoon, "Oh my God, this is so good."
Harry couldn't help but laugh: "Stop eating, Sean, really, help me take out the tableware. I've washed them all. I'll call Hank and Charles down to eat after a while."
"Are you okay? I mean, you fell to the ground with a thud just now." Sean picked up the remaining diced apples, his face turned green with soreness. "You must have picked the apples in the back - you How do you know there are apple trees here? And those...those...outside were all done by you?"
"Um, well... I put a lot of sugar in the pie and jam," Harry said indifferently. "I think the apple pie will be delicious when baked. Sweets can make people feel better. Do you think Woolen cloth?"
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Charles Xavier, a man who got himself drunk with alcohol, had no idea about him day and night. He relied on Hank to remind him of his three meals a day, let alone manage his own real estate. In short, during this period, he almost didn't care about anything. Throw it to Hank. Therefore, when Hank stretched his back, thinking about what to do about the hangover Charles' headache, and thinking anxiously about what Sean said, he walked downstairs with eyes open (he didn't even see the people walking around him). Bucket), I thought I was still drunk and didn’t know what was going on, and I was in the wrong place.
How could this place, this house be so clean, so tidy, so bright and new? The dust flying in the air was gone, and the smell of dampness and mold was gone. Instead, the smell of dinner was so obvious that Hank, who was not very hungry, even felt his stomach growl, as if he was dreaming.
How long has it been since the smell of food wafted through this house? Even Hank himself doesn't know the answer. He can only make salads and simple sandwiches.
The dining room has already been set up - a plate full of mashed potatoes with gravy, a large plate of sausage and bacon scrambled eggs, a salad of tomatoes and lettuce, a large pot of stew, and a plate with a piece of apple already stolen. Pie, neatly arranged tableware and clean tablecloth. The entire restaurant was filled with the aroma of these foods, completely filling the otherwise cold place. For a moment, Hank's eyes even felt a little warm.
This place suddenly made him feel something different. He meant that it was no longer empty and cold, but looked like a normal inhabited house.
"Oh, hey, Hank, it's time to eat!" Sean shouted as he grabbed a pot of cream soup from the kitchen, "Ask Charles to come down and eat too - this guy's skills are so good that he can make people swallow their tongues. Get down!"
Harry followed behind with his hands open, and said helplessly and shyly: "Stop saying 'swallow your tongue', it's just home-cooked food...and don't shout so loud, you may accidentally shatter the lamp!"
"Who am I? How could I do this?" Sean said nonchalantly.
It's as if your abilities are very accurate and can be adjusted freely. Harry cursed in his mind, the bathroom mirror had been replaced countless times.
"What's going on?" Hank looked as confused as Sean at the beginning. "How did this happen? Who cooked the food?"
"He!" Sean pouted at the boy, then grinned with a malicious smile, "You don't think my cooking skills have improved, do you?"
Hank almost immediately retorted: "No, you have no cooking skills at all." After saying that, he also smiled, "It's amazing...I mean, it's like going back to the old days."
"Don't you need another rest?" Hank asked with concern as he took the last plate of roasted golden buns filled with pork from the boy's hand, "You can go to sleep for a while instead of rushing to cook. , Sean is still hungry for what’s in the refrigerator.”
"Just because there are things in the refrigerator to process, I think a hot dinner is more suitable for all of us," Harry said, although his voice was hoarse, but very relaxed, "I like doing housework and cooking, I often do this at home, It makes me feel relaxed.”
"Oh, oh, so this place is indeed a lot tidier..." Hank then recalled the scene along the way, as well as the unexpected tidiness of the kitchen and dining room. He rubbed his hands and became hasty, "You actually don't have to... ...I mean, you are a guest, and you just came back from that dangerous place with Sean...you are still a child..."
"It's nothing," Harry said with a sincere smile while sitting at the table, "I really like doing this. It's not troublesome for people to do what they like. If you really want to say it, I haven't come here privately for myself. Something to apologize for."
"No one will hold you accountable for this!" Hank said immediately, "We want to thank you!"
"You never have to say thank you to me," Harry said calmly, "Come and sit down and eat, Hank - Charles, would you like to come down for dinner?"
When he said this, he stretched his neck forward a little, his eyes were bright, and Hank could see the anticipation in them.
"He...he needs to be alone to think quietly," Hank said as gently as possible that Charles might not be in the mood to eat right now. "The information you and Sean brought back needs him to consider carefully. We Eat first, just leave some for him, and then you two go to rest after eating, and I'll take care of the rest - I'll keep an eye on him, I mean, I'll heat it up for him, trust me, okay? "
He couldn't help but commit to this child, yes, couldn't help it. This is almost a subconscious reaction. It stands to reason that he should not make a commitment so easily to a child he has met for less than a few hours. Generally speaking, it takes longer for him to get familiar with strangers. But look at the anticipation in this child's eyes, look at his smile, the way he looks into your eyes! Even if they are not familiar with him, anyone can say after passing these few years, what a good kid this is! And this boy also has a kind of...admiration for Charles that Hank doesn't know where it comes from? Admire?
Anyone who likes Charles is not a bad person (except maybe Erik)... Anyway, Hank can't be polite to this kid. It's hard to use those ambiguous words to evade him like a foreigner. Maybe it's because of his young age and his age. It also has the advantage of being cute.
"I never doubted that you would take good care of him." Harry smiled, picked up the fork, and without further questioning, took a piece of bread for himself and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it in big gulps. Over the course of the afternoon, he I was also very hungry. Although I took a few bites while cooking, it was different when I sat down to eat properly.
Hank breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the boy didn't insist on asking Charles to eat...but at the same time, this conversation gave him a weird feeling. He also sat down and couldn't help but stare at the boy while picking up a spoon and serving himself some mashed potatoes.
"...What's wrong?" Harry stopped his fork and gave him a friendly smile.
"Have we known you before?" Hank stared at the smile and couldn't help but ask this question. Not only the boy's attitude, but also the smile seemed so familiar, as if he had seen it before, "I'm not offending, it's just that I'm To say...real acquaintance is not that you know us, we have never seen you like this, have we seen you before? You look...very familiar to us."
"……puff."
Harry blinked, lowered his head and laughed a few times. He wanted to nod, but in the end he shook his head like a leaf in the wind and reflected in his heart on his actions and attitude that were so natural.
Look, you've relaxed too much, Harry.
"We've never seen each other before," Harry lowered his head and cut the apple pie on the plate. "Well, we've never seen it before. But that doesn't stop me from admiring you. I've heard about your deeds from others, and you all Very good people.”
You are all wonderful and wonderful members of my family. He added mentally.
Hank smiled bitterly.
"Actually, I don't know if we are worthy of your admiration now," he said dryly, "There are some things we want to do, but we can't; we want to stop it, but we can't. If you hadn't come today, I'm afraid this place will continue to be abandoned in a terrible state. In fact, we don't know what to do next, so the professor..."
Sean was devouring his food, but at this moment he put down his fork: "Hank...hey, man, are you okay?"
"It's okay," Harry said in a brisk tone, tapping his plate, letting a piece of apple pie fly onto Hank's plate, "Eat some sweets, Hank, people will feel much better if they eat some sweets. I use the ones I grow in the backyard. The apples picked from the apple tree are baked, a little sour but very fresh, give it a try."
Hank wanted to say no, but because of the boy's dignity and Sean's kick from below, he cut off a small corner and stuffed it into his mouth. It's very sweet, and the pie crust is a little salty, but just right. The apple jam and pulp inside are both sweet after being tempered with sugar. It's a perfect blend with the warm, milky and slightly salty pie crust.
He was about to compliment and say it was delicious, but he saw the boy holding his chin and looking at him from across the table.
"Eat, Hank, it's no big deal," the boy said with a wink. "Who doesn't want to take a break? The big deal is that we can start planning the future from tomorrow. There is still room for saving everything now. Who can say what has not been done before? , can’t you do it later?”
If something could be done before, wouldn’t it become more and more difficult in the future? Hank wanted to answer this. But when I thought that even a boy was comforting me, I felt that this thought of giving up on myself was very shameful.
This is not the spirit he should have. He is a researcher, a scholar, and a scientist, but he actually thinks that things that he could not do before may not be possible in the future. Is this what he should think?
He should cheer up.
"...You're right." He cheered up, cut off another piece of apple pie, and said with concern to the boy, "We'll be fine - you eat too, while you're still growing, it's too much Eat a little, and you should know that your fainting in the afternoon may be due to low blood sugar and caloric deficiency. Maybe the extensive use of your abilities has consumed your physical strength... You can also stop worrying about us, kid."
To ensure credibility, he added: "I believe the professor has a plan."
Harry smiled so hard that his white teeth were exposed, and then he picked up his knife and fork and continued his dinner. Sean was also liberated from this atmosphere, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to fill his stomach.
Hank might be looking for something to talk about. He remembered something and asked Harry during the meal:
"Sean said you gave Angel and Azazel medicine this afternoon. How are they doing?"
As soon as he mentioned this, Harry's smile disappeared from his face again, replaced by a forced expression.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered.
Because Sean was rescued from the terrible laboratory by this bean (although he himself had no idea what happened), he loved him very much. When he saw his expression, he couldn't help but give Hank an inappropriate kick.
Can't you let us, who are exhausted, have a good meal? ! !
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After finishing the meal, Harry secretly cast a warming charm on the rest in case his father wanted to eat it at night. Hank dragged Sean to his laboratory and formally checked it with instruments, although Harry passed out at the beginning. Sean was taken away, but Harry wasn't sure whether those crazy researchers had injected him with any damaging drugs before that.
When he went to Angel's room to get his suitcase, he had to stop at the door.
The girl was still sleeping, but Charles stood beside her bed, silently looking at this old companion. His eyes were very complicated, but his expression was very indifferent, as if he was looking at an object that was destined to be produced, and he seemed to be heartbroken about the ending of the story. Harry had almost never seen his father show such an expression, and it almost exceeded his feelings for his father. Imagine.
That expression was full of sadness, and together with the indifference, it stung Harry again, making him stay away. He looked longingly at the door for a long time, but in the end he turned back without saying a word.
He wanted to talk to Charles, but he was really afraid of Charles's expression and eyes.
What would Charles think of him?
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Hank was also very concerned about this matter, so he drew a large tube of Sean's blood before giving him rusks, and performed a detailed examination on him after the meal. Throughout the process, he noticed that Harry was staring closely at the various data displayed on the screen, looking extremely nervous.
Has he never met Sean? Hank thought. He looked so concerned about Sean.
"Why has your appearance changed?" Sean asked as he lay there, trying to relieve his tension, "You didn't look like this before."
Hank looked at the boy again after hearing this, and then suddenly realized that indeed, the boy had changed. He now had blond hair and a pair of gray-blue eyes, and his face looked a bit like a mixed race. It was far different from when he came to knock on the door. appearance.
…But when did this change in appearance occur? Hank thought about it carefully and found that he had no memory at all, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It was as if they had ignored it for a while and thus completely failed to notice what the boy looked like.
"My appearance is fluid. The previous one was fake. It was based on the face of a friend of mine." Harry fiddled with his phone that was finally charged, lowering his head and lying with his eyes rolling around. " I can’t go to that place with who I am.”
In fact, he was not the one who went to the laboratory with this appearance. He had changed his fake appearance and even adjusted his body shape, but just as he was watching the researcher walking towards Sean with a syringe, At that moment, he collapsed. When he came to his senses, he dragged Sean and the other two people he could find and ran away. When he knocked on the door, he had already changed back to his own appearance.
But who knows what impact he will have on history in this matter? If he showed up now, why didn't his father say a word about it?
In any case, Harry felt that it would be better if he showed less of his true face.
He really wanted to go home, really wanted to go back to his real home.
"...You know, we also know someone who can change her appearance." Hank forced himself to focus on the data, but couldn't help but say, "She...she can also change her appearance. This is your original What does it look like?”
"…Yes," Harry said, "And I know who you're talking about."
"Raven." Sean murmured.
"You're so lucky," Hank said. "There's no malice, but she... must be envious of you. Under other appearances, you look normal and belong to yourself, not anything else."
Harry's heart felt heavy again.
To be honest, my aunt once said some things. For example, she was very troubled by her 'abnormal' appearance at the beginning. But after Harry was born, she no longer worried about this problem, because everyone around her loved her for who she really was - they loved her, so they also loved her reality, and they didn't care how beautiful she could become. Gorgeous appearance——
——For Harry, his aunt has two appearances, and one of them is his Aunt Raven. This is a matter of course. When he was a child, he even liked to look like that all blue, or like Hank. He looked like a furry beast, because then his aunt would laugh, pick him up, kiss him, and call him 'my dear little darling.'
But in this era, he gradually realized how depressing and difficult to resolve the past behind these things.
I know they'll be fine afterward. Harry thought. But I still can't solve their problems and make them feel relieved immediately.
Am I stuck in an infinite loop? But when I face this, who should I ask and what should I do?
"Okay." Hank breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to indicate that Sean could come down. "It's nothing serious. I overdosed on sedatives and used a little medicine for muscle soreness...it will be metabolized in a few days. Fortunately, they haven't taken any medicine yet. Use it on you, Sean, how on earth did you get caught?”
"I don't remember the specifics," Sean said, "I was fighting with someone, but someone gave me a shot of something in the back of my neck, and then I fell unconscious, and I woke up and saw, you know There was a mess on the ground and a crying boy."
"Those bastards! Did you destroy that laboratory?" Hank confirmed to Harry, "By the way, what should I call..."
"Francis." Harry said, "Just call me Francis, Hank." He was silent for a moment about the matter in the laboratory, and then said: "I was born into a somewhat special ethnic group. I am a special being, and so am I. He is a born mutant, but he has other talents that both my parents have. You also know that there are other capable people in the world, right? For example, for example... Captain America, he is actually different from ordinary people. Same."
Sean opened his mouth wide, but Hank thought about it and nodded.
"I guess such a crazy place may reach out to other places later," Harry expressed his opinion, "So my people also became uneasy. I got this mission by accident, and when I got there, I just saw a corpse being carried out." He paused for a long time, and the man's eyes widened in confusion kept popping up in his mind, "I...my ability allows me to distinguish between ordinary people and mutants, so I knew it was a mutant. He was tortured to death during the experiment, and when I lurked deep into the depths, I saw that they were talking about making Sean an unconscious...experimental subject."
All the objects in the room seemed to feel his pressure, and they all vibrated, and when Harry fell into that memory and remembered the image of Sean lying unconscious on that bed, being restrained, he couldn't control himself. He gritted his teeth and gasped, and the whole room was affected by him, shaking violently.
pain. pain. it hurts. Harry clutched his head and throat, even feeling disgusted. Hate, so hate.
What did they mutants do wrong to deserve such treatment?
"Hey hey hey, calm down, calm down, kid, Doudin, Francis!" Sean quickly went over to hug him and patted his back, "I'm fine, did you see, I'm fine, wasn't I rescued by you? Look at me, um, look at me? I'm fine!"
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Harry wanted to say again that I was fine, but his throat became hoarse and dull, and he couldn't make a sound again. And just when he was trying hard to speak again, an instrument shattered directly next to him, and some light and small objects began to float beside him, spinning in circles.
I……
Harry tried hard to calm down - I want to be calm, I want to be calm, I can't cause trouble.
But that laboratory kept appearing in front of his eyes, the faces of the dead compatriots, the words of those researchers... Gradually, Harry recalled why he was so collapsed. When he couldn't control himself, the brains of those researchers also Like an unlocked door, he visited them one by one unconsciously. More and more pictures inside stimulated him, and then...
The confusion increased.
I……
I……
This chaotic feeling is like the clouds, light, rain, and thunder in the sky are all mixed together, messy, heavy, and painful to the body.
"Calm down, kid.
Just as Harry was trying to calm down in confusion, a hand was placed on his shoulder. Familiar and warm. And that familiar voice appeared in his ears.
——It was as if a hand gently pushed aside the chaos, revealing the helpless Xingzi. It was as if a lighthouse suddenly appeared in the dark night, allowing the colliding ships to find their direction in an orderly manner.
Harry is the star, the common master of those ships.
He almost thought he was dreaming. He barely dared to look back at the owner of that hand. But that person was already gently stroking his back, speaking softly in his chaotic situation, using these comforts to suppress those feelings for him, using those words to drive away those images for him, or it was far more than that.
"Shush, shush...it's okay, it's okay."
He still smelled of alcohol, but Harry's nose was sharper, and the first thing he 'smelled' was a more familiar smell, the smell, or rather the feeling, of his father.
Harry almost trembled as he pulled the cloak back over himself, trying to hide his face. Hide, hide, what would he do if his father...let Charles see him like that?
But immediately he was picked up by someone. The person did not pull off his cloak, but did not ignore him due to the influence of the cloak. He just put him in his arms and slowly patted his back. Harry stepped out of his pocket. When I looked out through the slit in my hat, I was looking into a pair of blue eyes.
The most beautiful eyes in the world.
dad.
Harry's heart trembled as if he was frightened - I saw him. I saw him. I met him in this terrible state, and he didn't even know me, and I was like this.
This is not okay, this is not okay. He was anxious.
"Your riots are all because of your anger, your uneasiness, and your panic, child." With these words that were not too gentle, but very soft, Harry felt as if he was in warm water and slowly calmed down. , "You know I can be trusted, so just go with my feelings, and yes, that's it... You're safe, Sean's safe, and everything is going to be fine... It's not your fault, kid."
Harry felt the man stroking his hair through the hood and holding him in his arms. Although he didn't know why the cold Charles was so kind now, there was no scolding, coldness, or look at outsiders as he expected. Harry He almost melted into such an offensive at once, without any instinctive resistance.
The chaotic sky in his heart suddenly stopped. The room also stopped shaking, and all the floating items fell down without breaking a single item.
A piece of clothing came down to cover Harry's head. He raised his head carefully and saw the other person looking at him. That look was full of understanding, gentleness, and familiarity, as if the alcoholic and cold Charles had never existed.
"Have you calmed down?" Charles asked him gently.
Harry subconsciously nodded sharply at his father.
"That's good, kid." Charles looked at him and said with a chuckle, "Good boy."
Harry smiled softly and reached up to wipe away the tears. The gray-blue eyes no longer existed due to this chaos, leaving only a pair of green eyes, but Charles didn't ask or say anything. He just hugged the child tightly after the chaos and calmed him patiently.
I may never know why my father was so kind to everyone. Harry thought as he held him in his arms, hugging his waist tightly. I was obviously acting so suspicious, so dangerous.
——But I know that this Charles is my father, my Dad.
——He will always be such a good person and will never change.
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Our Harry was originally the baby held in Cha Cha’s arms, remember, he is quite squeamish even if he is sensible XD
I could have updated it before twelve o'clock, but I couldn't help myself from being obsessed with Qian Jing, and couldn't help myself from being obsessed with Xiao Wang's beauty. I apologize.
I was very depressed as soon as I wrote about the laboratory, and I was very confused when I wrote the end of this chapter. I doubt whether the depressed man can really let me survive in June.
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PS: Well, I’ve finished watching Women’s Federation 4. To be honest, I didn’t cry too much. I seem to be different from others – I prefer to cry in some warm places. Such as the plot of lost and found. When someone dies, I can only shout in my heart no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Then I tried my best to call for the Scarlet Witch - my sister is so handsome, my sister is so awesome, my sister beats him! ! ! !
There are definitely some disappointing plots, but they are still within the scope of 'I can still be calm'... But the last five minutes are really full of question marks, why, why, how could it be, are you kidding me? Didn’t your operation eat up almost all the scientific settings in the early stage of this drama? ! Then you carefully abide by the rules of p? I don't believe that doing that can lead to a peaceful life, Russell should just die.
I won’t say too much about spoilers. In short, this movie is more successful in portraying Lao Tie, but 70% of this success is attributed to the actors. The script is...emmm...actually it’s okay. As for the veteran part, I’ve become a true fan anyway.
As for Chuiji, this world is not worth it, really, it is not worth it. I really think that when my brother knows about that belly, he will want to hit someone immediately... If you really love, don't you pay attention to appearance? ! ! Maintaining a perfect figure is a lover’s obligation! ! !
I swear here that I will definitely give this article to Hammer. Really, it’s not sweet and it doesn’t cost money. If I can’t do it, I’ll start another Hammer novel. I don’t believe it. Thor 3 is like that and I can still write be.
Thanos made a shocking speech at the end (spoilers included)
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Kill half of the people, and the remaining people will still think about revenge, so there will be no sadness in killing everyone.
I seem to have seen this logic somewhere.
The whole play is like an old man who is doomed to die, full of sadness that I don't understand. well.
In fact, many of the OOC aspects in this drama are due to a very subtle degree: you think they are OOC, but in fact they are human nature; but when you think it is human nature, you will remember that these are heroes. I'm not saying that heroes can't achieve happiness, but many people will take that step before making such a choice, but heroes will stop. It’s not that I want them to stop, it’s that they themselves have realized it. It is precisely because this consciousness has not changed from beginning to end that they have become heroes.
If you later say, can’t the hero be a mortal again? Don’t he have this right? I can only say yes, yes, but if even the will has changed and the consciousness has been eaten, all the deeds of this heroic character before will seem to be eaten away. You know, eating books
So I, too, had a toothache in this movie... But even though I was so calm, I was full of questions at the end. The ending was really confusing, really... Even if I'm not a fan of Dun Dong, I still want to hold it for you. Collar Erkang roared, NMD, why! ! ! ! This is really a rant from the bottom of my heart, why? ? ? ?
By the way, Loki and Xiaochong are really cute, two clever little guys! ! !
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