The Reincarnation Passing by Marvel

Chapter 310 Time is also fate...

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, a cemetery.

Before stepping into the ring-shaped gate of the cemetery, Wang Lun glanced in one direction inside it, and retracted his gaze thoughtfully. Under the guidance of Pietro Maximoff, everyone came to the tombstone of Marco Kiss where.

The epitaph on the monument reads:

He threw away his skin and returned to the palace of the God of War, just because the master he served did not live here, and it was deserted and unattended—to the most loyal, diligent and caring steward: Marco Kisper.

Receiving a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums from Wanda Maximoff, Wang Lun leaned over and placed it under the tombstone.

"teacher……"

Wanda Maximoff hesitated to speak.

"fine."

Wang Lun said lightly: "For Ma Ke, perhaps he has long been looking forward to this kind of ending—since Monica was secretly executed, half of the meaning of his life has been lost, and he has become incomplete.

Instead of living like a robot in such a numb state, it is a kind of luck for him to be able to die vigorously. "

He turned his head and said: "At that moment, it was actually the same as before, the choice was not his.

From the day he saw me, perhaps, it was already doomed to have today's result.

Wanda, you and Pietro should learn from this.

If something unfortunate happens to you, it cannot be undone with the teacher's current ability. "

"I will never let this kind of thing have a chance to happen!"

Wanda Maximoff said decisively: "Teacher, I know that no matter where you are, the only thing you care about most in your heart is us.

Therefore, no matter what, we will do our best to maintain the integrity of this family, so that no one is missing, and refuse to let the unfortunate incident of Uncle Ma Ke happen again! "

"Ha ha."

Sensing her determination, Wang Lun smiled gratifiedly.

Leaving the Marvel Cinematic Universe this time, the time difference has reached 8 months. Judging from expectations, it is completely the worst form of probability that has come to reality, and the attitude towards myself is very unfriendly.

It is also because of this that this series of important things happened.

So far, there is no need to pursue the relationship between cause and effect. In a practical sense-in the next few days, as long as similar things don't happen again.

This is also the reason why Wang Lun repeatedly urged to be guaranteed.

Including the previous conversation at breakfast.

Wang Lun himself knew that even though it was to prevent problems before they happened, what he said at the time was still out of proportion and out of standard.

However, as long as the person concerned listens to it, even if it is biased, narrow, deviates from the axis of the course of the human civilized world, and completely runs counter to the principle of persuading people to be good, so what?
The heart of heaven is my heart!
God's will is mine!
If there is no such cognition, how can we ensure that the previous words are implemented?
Is it true that the event of loved ones hurting the enemy and the white-haired person sending the black-haired person is really happy?
Do not!Do not!Do not!
Others and their own, to be completely separated.

In their thoughts, unconsciously, everyone stayed here quietly for a while.

Afterwards, Wang Lun said, "Teacher, go meet an acquaintance nearby. You can go and see Hancock later."

"Ok."

Pietro Maximov responded for everyone: "Teacher, we will wait for you at Hancock's side."

"Ah."

After Wang Lun separated from the three of them, he walked in one direction unhurriedly.

There is a semi-circular dwelling, somewhat similar to the igloo of the Eskimos, the entire outline looks like a tomb if there are no windows and doors.

"Cough! Cough..."

In the distance, Wang Lun heard coughing.

He walked around the wooden door and the front of the room, and saw a tall and thin figure who was weeding weeds in a traditional way between a row of tombstones.

For this person, the tombstone was only as high as his thighs, but the weeds were less than a dozen centimeters from the ground, which meant that as a tall man, every time he bent down, he almost touched the ground—this For a simple job, the time cost has more than doubled just because of his height.

Standing up, lying down, accompanied by coughing, he sometimes forgot to cover his mouth, and his voice seemed hurried and slightly louder. At this time, he would stop to rest for a while, and take off the towel wrapped around his neck, wipe Wipe the sweat off my head.

During this process, he never looked back, he stopped and walked along the path among the tombstones, and unconsciously went deep into it.

Wang Lun watched from a distance behind him, silent.

Although in perception, Nick Fury's state is not good, but Wang Lun did not expect that the majestic S.H.I.E.L.D. commander, the king of agents, is not living here in seclusion, but doing things like a gardener.

I'm afraid it's more than that.

His eyes moved away a little, stayed on the building behind him for a few seconds, and then moved back.

Wang Lun has some judgment on Nick Fury's current career.

However, his back view, or the environment and special state he was in, made it difficult to disturb his mind.

It's like weeding in front of your eyes.

If it is not his own will, who can force him to work?
As for why he became what he is now, and why he made such a choice, Wang Lun no longer intends to explore the mystery.

He turned around and was about to leave, but his eyes inadvertently swept to a place, making his steps slow down.

It was a fresh, unfinished tomb.

The nine-foot-square hole could be dug down more than ten centimeters, and the excavated soil was piled on half a tarp, and a batch of timber was neatly stacked beside it.

This……

Wang Lun looked back again, but he didn't see his back - he just happened to bend over to weed, and his sight was blocked by the rows of tombstones behind him.

For a moment, Wang Lun was in a daze, as if seeing the scene when he met Nick Fury for the first time...

Even now, or can only sigh:
time, fate...

Shaking his head, Wang Lun walked away.

"Hancock, you can come with us later."

Pietro Maximov persuaded again.

Similar words have already been said countless times. Since the day Hancock Smith plunged into the cemetery, he would persuade him almost every time he brought food and drinks.

It is true that Hancock Smith called him his brother, but when the subject came up, he kept silent, so as not to talk about it, or to let it go.

Today, it is no exception.

Wanda Maximoff watched silently, without participating.

Beside her, Tobey McGuire hesitated, finally took a step forward, and crouched down beside Hancock Smith, trying to take his hand.

In addition to feeling his body tremble a little, it went smoothly.

"My name is Toby. We are the same age. Except for my brother, sister and father, I am just like you. I am usually alone. Do you want to be my friend and let's play together?"

When Wang Lun came over, he happened to see this scene.

Wanda Maximoff was the first to notice his arrival. She was about to say hello when she saw Wang Lun put his index finger in front of his mouth and made a "shh" gesture.

Thinking of Toby McGuire's actions, she understood, and nodded with a smile.

However, more than half of what Toby McGuire said, although Hancock Smith heard it with his left ear, all of it came out of his right ear.

Even before Wanda Maximoff, his super hearing, he had already detected Wang Lun's arrival.

Maybe it was because he stopped and watched from a distance, which did not bring much pressure; maybe it was Toby McGuire's words, more or less half of them entered his mind, which aroused a little emotional resonance in him.

In short, at this moment, he, who was conflicted and at a loss, felt a calming force from the fleshy and warm palm.

Along with Toby McGuire's words, this force poured into his body continuously, making him bid farewell to nervousness and fear slowly.

Making him slowly set his sights on Toby McGuire...

"..."

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and Wang Lun took it out to see that the caller ID was Tony.

Teleported high in the air, connected to the phone, it turned out that Ian McLaren relayed the message through Tony - Stan woke up.

After chatting with him for a few words, Wang Lun closed the phone, looked down, and his body suddenly disappeared into the air.

Los Angeles Municipal Hospital, Gardens.

Stan sat in a wheelchair, covered with a coral fleece blue blanket, pushed by Ian McLaren, and strolled in the sun.

In front, there is a white row of chairs, but someone is sitting on it.

The two passed by here, greeted the patients with their eyes, and continued to move forward until a person appeared in front of them, and Ian McLaren stopped in his footsteps.

"Hi, Stan."

Wang Lun looked at him with a smile, just like before, "I didn't wear sunglasses today, so I almost didn't recognize you."

"You don't have underwear to wear outside, super god."

Stan laughed, but his voice was weak. Seeing this, Wang Lun quickly stepped forward, came to his side, and said, "Professor, take a break and let me do it."

"Ah."

Ian McLaren gave him the handle and walked to the other side.

"Did you just create a new word?"

he asks.

"Superman plus God of War, simplified to Super God, why, is there a grammar problem?"

Stan also looked serious about it.

"Ha ha."

Pushing him, Wang Lun said as he walked, "To borrow Napoleon's words: Until I see the island of Elba, I am invincible."

"You really are not humble at all."

Stan complained: "Where is my buddy, you call him out, I have a question for him."

"Ask, he's always there."

"Then I asked."

"Just ask."

"I really asked."

"Answer if you have any questions."

"Hey, what do I want to ask?"

"Suddenly forgot? It's okay, just think about it slowly."

"No, I remember."

"Then ask."

"Then I asked."

"Just ask."

"Okay, I'll ask now."

"Okay, I'll wait for your question."

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　Thanks to "Book Friend 160531234209727" for the reward.

　　Thanks to the book friend "Yin Yang and Five Elements Salted Fish" for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)