Super Seminary: Marvel Thor

Chu Yiyi looked at Dukao and the big blue bald head in front of him. He picked up a cup of tea from the table with an embarrassed expression and squinted slightly.

"Haha, chief, long time no see!"

"No! We just met yesterday, and you took that ax and told me that you were going to tear Morgana apart!" Dukao shook his head calmly and said slowly

Chu Yi's face was filled with black lines in an instant. He placed the still warm tea in his hand on the table, twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and said slowly

"Stop talking about things like that, chief..."

"Haha, don't worry, Xiao Chu! How is the mission going this time?" Dukao laughed twice, looked at Chu Yi and said slowly

"Well, and your ax... Tsk, tsk, tsk, isn't the energy of the star system valuable?"

Smurfs...oh no! Teacher Shiliu slowly put the book full of runes and traces of time on the table, looked at Chu Yi and said slowly

"Uh..., good luck, good luck!" Chu Yi scratched his head awkwardly and said slowly

"Well, no kidding! No matter where you got your weapons, you should report the situation of this operation first! And why did the angel say that you died in the battle?"

Dukao put his hands behind his back, nodded, his face suddenly serious, and said slowly

"This time I followed Angel Yan to the Freljord. Everything went well! Until I met the devil!"

"That demon Atuo, who got the ability from nowhere, suddenly became very powerful!"

"I was able to resist it at first, but later..."

Chu Yi looked at the two serious-faced people in front of him, tightened his face, and spoke slowly.

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When the tea was placed on the table, it was no longer warm, and the faint scent of tea was very refreshing in this small room.

Over Juxia City, the blue sky has gradually dimmed. The setting sun hangs in the distance, and the afterglow shines on the sweat of everyone in the Xiongbing Company, which is extremely charming and peaceful.

In a small room on the second floor of Longfei Hotel, a charming-looking girl sat in front of the desk, slowly folding paper cranes one after another, colorfully placed in a glass jar.

The girl exhaled a breath of fragrance, her white wings folded behind her, and paper cranes were placed one after another in the large glass jar in front of her.

Everything is the tranquility after the war, but it is also the silence before the storm. It makes people so relaxed, as if the whole person is trapped, but it can take people's lives in that moment!

"Uh-huh, that's all we can do..." Chu Yi shrugged, slowly picked up the herbal tea on the table, put it to his mouth, and took a sip.

"Well..." Dukao sat on a chair, looking at Chu Yi not far in front of him, with a sullen face and lost in thought.

Chu Yi told the whole process of this mission, of course omitting the part about Er Gou, and just talked about himself, suddenly he woke up again.

"Well, I have to say Chu Yi, you are really lucky. You did a few small things in exchange for an ax with stellar energy!"

Teacher Liu held his forehead with his right hand, sighed, and said helplessly

"Haha, Teacher Liu, I died once, right?" Chu Yi scratched his head awkwardly, put the tea cup in his hand gently on the table, and said awkwardly

"Hey~, when will such a good thing happen to me?" Teacher Liu picked up the magic book on the table and muttered softly.

It's not that Chu Yi is unwilling to conceal the process of this mission. It's just that this mission is too strange!

Whether it's that Ergou or that extremely mysterious god "Taibai", there are too many things involved.

None of this appears in the original plot. In addition, Chu Yi has forgotten too much about the original plot, so everything in the future is full of confusion.

"No matter what, I will definitely protect Lin Shuang and Uncle Lin and Aunt Chen!" Chu Yi clenched the storm ax in her hand, squinted her eyes, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and thought to herself.

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whale project

It was launched in 1954. After experiencing a major attack by the Japanese, the angry people launched a plan after discussion.

A team organized by civilians, carrying a large number of weapons and a large number of retired soldiers, retreated to a small island country below the Huaxia Kingdom.

Through the sale of thermal weapons and large-scale commercial trade, missiles are being manufactured crazily.

30 lives and angry tears!

Ande's giant whale swallowed the fuso!

The history of time goes backwards, black fireworks surround the sky, and the sky seems to be dyed ink.

The sound of artillery fire filled the surroundings, leaving only broken walls one after another. A man wearing a green military coat stained by black smoke was kneeling on the ground.

His face could not be seen clearly. His face was filled with black stains and a scar from a bullet, slowly dripping with bright red blood.

In this place like the kingdom of death, the sounds of anger, screams, and explosions enveloped the sky above this place.

I saw the man licking his dry lips and stretching out his right hand that was scorched by the flames.

He picked up a musket that had fallen beside him, and slowly stood up with his other weak left hand on the floor.

He raised his head, looked at the sky filled with thick smoke, stuck out his tongue, and licked his dry lips, his throat seemed to be smoking.

His eyes widened, and raindrops like hair fell from the sky, falling on him.

He opened his mouth and followed the thin drizzle.

After a while, the withered body seemed to regain a little strength, listening to the sound of artillery fire all around.

He held the musket wet in the rain and walked towards the darkness in the distance. Only one, not tall, figure was left in place.

Before those beastly bullets pierced my chest, and before those huge cannon fires smashed my head...

Before my blood dries out, before I lose all consciousness...

The people behind you will not receive any scratches!

China will not perish!

Everything returned to how it was before. Occasionally, a house was blown up by a bomb, and the sound of bullets continued...

The dust of history is like the magic book in Teacher Liu's hand. If it is not turned over for too long, it will cover the cover of the book...

Maybe some people will forget it, maybe people will no longer care about the dust on it, but there will always be some people who remember it...

The bright red blood has dried up on this land, the dust of history slowly covers them, and people's sadness is slowly forgotten...

Will anyone remember the massacre on this land?

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