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Dante walked relaxedly on the way to the airport. His plane indeed took off in less than half an hour. Originally, he had left plenty of time for himself, but at the gate of the University of California, he and T'Challa were waiting for admission. The procedure took a lot of time

Originally, T'Challa, who lost his vibranium helmet, wanted to find his own helmet immediately, but the receptionist at the University of California only thought that what T'Challa lost was the admission procedure, so the enthusiastic receptionist took T'Challa with him Dante and I ran to three departments to find and reprint T'Challa's admission procedures through the campus network. This process alone delayed T'Challa for at least fifteen minutes. Fortunately, Dante's nose was far better than that of T'Challa. The key to imagination

When Dante slightly shrugged his nose and led T'Challa through sixteen blocks from the University of California to Pacson Park, T'Challa looked at Dante with the same dumb look in his eyes as if he were looking at a senior police dog.

However, fortunately, everything was resolved. T'Challa didn't have to call home and send someone to get a vibranium search device to retrieve his helmet when he just left home, and Dante didn't have to embarrass himself in front of T'Chaka. .

After all, Dante promised to take good care of T'Chaka's son T'Challa, and he didn't want T'Chaka to know that his son's vibranium helmet was lost in front of Dante's eyes.

So, Dante, who was in a good mood, happily walked into the airport carrying his box containing Wakanda specialties. Soon after, he also got on the plane to Los Angeles.

At the same time, in the room that Storm rented, Storm was crying and grabbing T'Challa's arm.

"I have already admitted my mistake. Please, everything is my fault. I shouldn't steal your things and I shouldn't lie. But I really want to make it right. Can you take me to Mr. Charles?"

Listening to Storm's words, T'Challa's heart collapsed.

"I don't know Charles at all, but Uncle Ding knows him. Why did you come to me instead of looking for Uncle Ding?"

Don't blame T'Challa for calling Dante uncle. After all, Dante and King T'Chaka of Wakanda have equal status, and because T'Challa's sister Shuri was the first to call Dante uncle, T'Challa can only Unexpectedly, I have an extra uncle.

However, he was still secretly happy about this. After all, in a country like Wakanda that worshiped power, their people worshiped the powerful Black Panther, and the Black Panther also worshiped the stronger Dante.

However, when Auroluo heard Dante's name from T'Challa's mouth, her mood collapsed just like T'Challa's.

"You are not Dante"

"Of course not, didn't you hear Uncle Ding call me T'Challa just now?"

"But, I thought that was your last name. I stole your things. Mr. Charles asked me to apologize to Dante. Of course I thought you were Dante, and I just mentioned Dante's name when I apologized to you. Why didn’t you remind me then?”

Ao Luoluo shouted in collapse. Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something, so she quickly grabbed T'Challa's arm.

"This is all your fault. It's all your fault. You have to help me contact Dante who has gone away."

"Hey woman, you"

"No excuses, this is your fault, call your Uncle Ding quickly"

Auroluo put her little face in front of T'Challa and said fiercely. Her action made T'Challa involuntarily see her face clearly. At that moment, T'Challa's heart was surrounded by pain. My heart beat violently

T'Challa had to admit that Aoluoluo, who was staring at him with his little mouth pouted at this moment, was really beautiful.

Aoluoluo has just turned seventeen. She has a face that is comparable to that of Miss World. That face is so perfect that even her black skin cannot hide the beauty of this face. Especially, Aoluoluo has She has long silver-white hair that is elegant and unlike ordinary people. Not only does the white hair not make Aoluoluo's black skin look darker, on the contrary, it makes Aoluoluo have the temperament of a goddess.

"You, don't think that you can order me because you are beautiful. I, okay, I'll call Uncle Ding."

Under the gaze of the beautiful eyes on that pretty face, the eighteen-year-old T'Challa nodded helplessly. He moved his arm. This movement was a bit stiff because his arm was being held by Oluo Luo. Here, when he didn't notice Auroro's beautiful face, he could certainly ignore such actions. At this time, his arm and Auroro's arm touched slightly, which made T'Challa panic.

T'Challa finally pulled his arm out of O'Luo's arms in a panic. He could feel his muscles colliding with the two growing plump masses on O'Luo's chest. His heart skipped a beat. He was about to pick up the phone in his hand.

Unexpectedly, he was stunned for the next moment. The phone in his hand rang a pleasant ringtone. Dante's phone ringtone was recorded by Carrie herself.

"Dante, another annoying guy called"

Carrie's crisp and clear voice that was both playful and sweet rang out, which made T'Challa slap himself hard on the forehead.

"Hell, this is Uncle Ding's cell phone. I have Uncle Ding's cell phone in my hand."

T'Challa yelled, and he picked up the phone depressedly, only to see that the note on the phone was Bald No. 3

T'Challa didn't know who this bald No. 3 was, but at this moment, he could only answer the phone

"This is T'Challa. Mr. Dante's cell phone was left with me. If you have anything, you'd better contact him in another way."

"I know, T'Challa, I've seen it. I didn't expect you and my fellow mutants to do such a stupid thing. Tell Oroluo that I will send someone to pick her up. I hope that she will be with you in my life." Can you take care of her for me a little before we arrive?"

Hearing the voice coming from the phone, T'Challa looked around violently. He patrolled the room and the window, looking for every place that seemed to be under surveillance.

"Child, you don't have to look around like this. I am Charles, and your father is also my friend. The reason why I can see you is only because of my ability, not because of you. After all, I am a mutant. I have such a The ability is not surprising, right?"

"Mr. Charles"

"Okay, kid, I know what you want to say. Protecting Aoluoluo will only take less than two hours of your time. That won't cause you any trouble, right?"

"Can"

"Okay, okay, you are so stubborn. Maybe every Black Panther is this stubborn. T'Chaka's temper also made me laugh and cry. For the sake of your father and I fighting side by side, please take care of me. My compatriot, she just came to America from Africa, period.”

The professor quickly hung up the phone. T'Challa looked at the phone depressedly. He finally threw his backpack to the ground. Then he picked up Dante's phone and sat on the sofa that Dante had just made.

"Beautiful thief, it seems that I have to stay with you for a while. As you can see, Uncle Ding's phone was left with me, and you said that Mr. Charles will send someone to pick you up. I don't know why Charles keeps insisting on letting you go." I protect you, but I do what I say.”

"Thank you very much"

Aoluo suddenly became uncharacteristically docile, and she even bowed gently to T'Challa. Unexpectedly, with this bow, her wide and caring shirt naturally drooped, revealing the fullness of her lower half, which made T'Challa swallow softly. Take a sip of saliva.

"It's okay. Can you tell me your story? After all, it will take about two hours for the person to pick you up. I don't want to stare at you silently for two hours."

"ah, ok"

Auroluo quickly agreed, and she sat on the bed opposite T'Challa and softly told her story.

"I was born in Africa, in a tribe in southwest Africa. I am Oroluo Munro."

Her voice was a little ethereal, and her eyes were full of memories. She slowly told her story, and T'Challa was fascinated.

"Before I was twelve years old, I always thought I was an ordinary child. I worked with my mother to shepherd sheep and grow coffee. Until the day I was twelve years old, a group of thugs broke into my home while my father was not around. They wanted to kill me and me. It’s not good for mom”

Speaking of this, a blush suddenly appeared on Ou Luo's slightly dark cheeks, and T'Challa frowned slightly. He probably knew what harm those people were going to do to Ou Luo and her mother. matter

"At that time, I suddenly awakened my power. I remember that my soul floated out of my body. My soul flew to the sky and turned into a dark cloud. I saw those thugs from the sky. He was pushing my mother's body and my body to the ground, so I became angry."

As soon as Ao Luoluo finished speaking, her eyes quickly turned white, and even her pupils turned white. Electric arcs slowly escaped from her cheeks and body. This arc dazzled T'Challa's eyes. T'Challa looked motionlessly at Aoluoluo, who looked like a goddess in front of him.

"Just like it is now"

As Auroluo spoke, she stretched out her hand towards Techara. Bright arcs of electricity were dancing on her palms. Dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky outside the building, and strong winds continued to rage as Auroro stretched out her hand. The window was constantly shaking as the wind swept through it, and T'Challa, his eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him.

"I punished those who wanted to harm me and my mother. They are still lying at home and lingering. Since then, I have become the goddess worshiped by our tribe. They have always worshiped me. At least I thought they have always worshiped me. "

Aoluoluo's voice was a little lonely, the arc on her body gradually dissipated, the air became calm, but Aoluoluo's mood was extremely bad.

"When I first became a goddess worshiped by tribal people, Mr. Charles once had a conversation with me in his mind. He told me that I was not the storm god I imagined. I was a mutant, the same mutant as him. Man, he said he was willing to take me to his school to study, which is a school for mutants only."

Auroro lowered his head suddenly. The frustration in her eyes made T'Challa who was sitting beside him very sad, but he had nothing to say at this time. He could only continue to listen to Auroro's story.

"People in the tribe call me the Storm Goddess. However, only I know that I am not the goddess they worship. I am just an ordinary girl. I am not a Storm Goddess. I am just a Storm Girl. I don't know what to do with it." After they knew my true identity, they would be very disappointed. Therefore, I felt that I wanted to become a real goddess to protect my tribe. Therefore, I refused Mr. Charles’s invitation, and Mr. Charles was not angry. He told me, When I change my mind, I can come to him in New York.”

"Then why did you come to Los Angeles?"

"I don't know. It was three days ago. My people were swallowed up by some danger from the sea. I have been controlling the weather on the sea near me. There was no storm that day. They should have returned safely from the sea. Who knows? I died in the sea, which made the families of the deceased begin to curse me, so I went to the sea to check the situation in person. Who knew that I happened to catch up with a war? It was the most terrible war I had ever seen. Countless people were constantly fighting in the sea. Fighting, some people wear armor, while some people survive in the sea just relying on their bodies."

"What?" T'Challa felt something was wrong. The battle Oluoluo described seemed to have something to do with him.

"Yes, I believe I read it correctly. Both sides of the battle are very strong. Some of them are black people like me. Those black people are sitting in some advanced equipment that I can't imagine and a group of people can swim underwater out of thin air. They fought with these guys, their weapons were very powerful, and the battle at the bottom of the sea made the sea rough, and the people in my tribe died in these waves."

Ao Luoluo hugged her knees sadly, she curled up and continued.

"Then I told this news to my tribe, because I was unable to defeat those strong men under the sea on my own, but the tribe did not believe what I said. They would rather believe that I cast a spell and harmed my tribe. I accidentally got angry. My ability spontaneously operated and electrocuted a cow of my tribe. At this time, I didn’t expect that even my parents would stand up and criticize me. Only then did I know that they just wanted to find a reason to drive me away. They are afraid of me, but I did something wrong, wuwuwu”

Orolo cried in pain, which made Black Panther feel ashamed. He thought of Ororo. He even heard about the legend of Storm in two small tribes near Wakanda for a long time. As for Orolo mentioned That battle, hell, that was the battle between Wakanda and the damn Atlantean bastards, those Sea Tribes were always harassing Wakanda's underwater vibranium veins

"I don't know how to comfort you, but I believe that none of this is your fault."

"I know, of course I know," Aoluoluo shouted loudly: "I know that everything has nothing to do with me. I just hate myself for why I have to protect those stupid tribesmen. I wanted to spend my whole life protecting them. But I had never paid attention to whether they needed my protection before that day. They didn't. They respected me on the surface, but in fact they were just jealous and afraid of me. So, I finally made up my mind to come to the United States to find Mr. Charles. , I was supposed to go to New York, result, result”

"You took the wrong plane" T'Challa asked softly.

"I, I didn't buy a plane ticket, I just determined the route of a plane to the United States, so I took advantage of the storm to fly on the plane. I had no money, I didn't have a passport, I, I just arrived in Los Angeles, I I'm so hungry that I don't dare to use my abilities to do bad things, so I have no choice but to try to borrow something from others."

"Well, I'm honored."

T'Challa took a gloomy breath, and his expression made Oroluo smile shyly.

I have something to say. I have been thinking about the anti-theft chapter for a long time and will not open it. Every reader who appreciates me has the right to read, but not everyone has the ability to subscribe to my book. My readers I'm afraid there are many students here who have no income, but I can't let them lose the joy of reading.