Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

[For undead creatures, this is hell.And for those who yearn for nature and love nature, this is heaven. 】

[Note: Hogs' hostility towards you has deepened.After the beard, the dense forest it used for digestion and walking also falls into your hands. 】

[Note: It can be superimposed with "Wabi-Sabi Garden". 】

[Note: After unfolding, a standard unit of mana will be produced every day. 】

Mori Yuesha apologized to that person in her heart, and I have to say that felines still hold grudges.

so let's go

Mori Yuesha stood up, sorted out her indescribable clothes, and activated mana in the eyes of many mages and Gu Yi.

"Goodbye, Master Ancient One, and everyone."

The girl bowed gracefully.

In an instant, a mysterious force different from the lineage of the supreme mage appeared!

They easily penetrated Weishandi's seal and penetrated into the Holy of Holies from all directions.

Boom!Clang——

The mages beside him took out their weapons one after another as if facing a formidable enemy, and unfolded orange rings one by one, aiming at Sen Yuesha.

Gu Yi waved his hand to let them relax.

The purple mana forms dark threads, intertwined around Senyuesha.

From the toes to the waist, and then through the top of the head.

They are entangled and woven into incomprehensible patterns. There are no arcs, but sharp angles.

Folding and stacking, faster and faster, the light flickers!

Suddenly, the purple storm rolled up the corners of the mages' clothes, Senyuesha was wrapped in lines, and slowly disappeared into the storm.

After a few seconds, the energy dissipated and the girl disappeared without a trace.

"Farewell, mad princess."

Gu Yi stood on tiptoe, walked and jumped, and returned to his meditation room with a happy expression.

The mages around were not surprised, and whispered to each other about this visitor from another world.

"The supreme mage intentionally let her..."

"Shh."

"That girl, isn't she too young?"

"……Small?!"

"I said age! She can't lead us."

"What bullshit do you need to lead, you are in your 40s! Good looks are justice!"

The other party was silent for a while.

"While we were meditating, what were you doing?"

"Watch something interesting..."

"what is that?"

"Hmm...interesting stuff."

"I want to tell Master Ancient One!"

"In fact, it was recommended to me by Master Mage..."

Chapter 124 Chapter 40 One day after leaving

Mr. Tony Stark is rested today as usual.

There was an open bottle of whiskey on the glass table in front of the sofa, and the ice cubes in the ice bucket had already melted into water.

Underwear, coats, and shoes all over the floor, along the door of the living room, all the way to the bedroom, the room is filled with a pungent smell.

The man had hair like a chicken coop, and he looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

He came out of the bedroom shirtless and poured himself a half glass of whiskey.After gulping it down, he frowned and fell back into the sofa, rubbing his temples gently with both hands.

Obviously, the quality of the party last night was high.

The man vaguely recalled the scenes of last night, and began to plan to find the next suitable target among those girls.

Suddenly, another pair of cold hands pressed against his shoulders, stroking along, down, down.

The blond hair hangs down on his chest, and there is still the stuffy temperature in the bed on the other side's face.

The woman kissed the side of his cheek.

"Mr. Heartthrob, you weren't crazy enough last night, why don't you get up and have a drink first?"

The woman rubbed Tony's temples for a while, walked barefoot to the open kitchen counter, opened the refrigerator, poured two glasses of ice water and handed them to the man who was getting better.

"Not enough." Tony Stark raised his eyebrows, and looked up and down the figure of the female model. The other party was not shy, narrowed his eyes, and proudly showed a gesture that made him proud countless times.

"You train too hard." The ice water slid down your throat, diluting the haze of the morning: "I think, I can sponsor a sum of money to help you improve the environment."

"Us?" The blonde female model sat down on the sofa, clinging tightly to Tony, her slender fingers slowly sliding down from his Adam's apple.

"Of course, you." Tony raised his head, closed his eyes and enjoyed: "You can do it too. Anyway, it's not something I can control, right?"

The model echoed with a smile: "Mr. Heartthrob, what do you mean, I pushed you down?"

Tony opened his eyes and nodded innocently.

boo.

The woman kissed him.

"An overtime game? Little tumbler? Are you in good health?"

The blonde model was naked, raised her arms, put her arms around the man's neck, stretched her waist, and threw herself into the man's arms.

She giggled.

"My body?" Tony pinched the other's soft flesh in dissatisfaction: "You should have experienced it. My body is as eye-catching as my property and career."

"Great Stark!"

He opened his arms and let the woman hug his neck, with arrogance and joy on his face.After gulping down the ice water, the man shook off the glass excitedly, and hugged the blonde model in his arms.

The other party smirked.

Tony held up the woman and walked back to the bedroom he had just left.

As you pass the bar, a pleasant bell rings from the marble surface.

"Oh, I think I'll have to wait for a while, get ready and warm up." The man threw the woman into the quilt and winked at her, hinting, "For example, yoga—the god monkey Hanuman pose."

After flirting, he turned around and left the bedroom, picking up his phone impatiently.

"What did you say?!"

The opposite person said a long list in detail, cooling down the man's fiery body.

"I see. Let them come up." After a pause, Tony ordered again: "Before that, find someone to clean up my living room."

Tony Stark, the actual owner of Stark Industries (STARK INDUSTRIES).Let's put it this way, if we talk about a rich man, among the first five fingers he opens, one of them will always belong to him.

The living room is not decorated in a resplendent style, but full of technology.

There were wrenches and screws everywhere, and wires protruding from the walls.If there is an old-fashioned aristocrat, he will definitely not like this living style of young people in the new era.

However, Jack and Rose are obviously not included.

The wrinkled Jack gently supported Ruth and stepped into Mr. Stark's house.

The butler was wearing a black suit and led two old men, both nearly a hundred years old, into the room tremblingly.

The old woman was so stubborn that she refused to sit in the wheelchair he pushed out.

"You weren't born when I was young, riding horses on the beach."

She glared at the steward with cloudy eyes, and then her husband on the other side also praised frequently, interjecting, "It's a strong horse."

I don't know whether it is the wife or the horse.

Mr. Stark put on his shirt, straightened his hair, and waited for these two old people who were nearly two hundred years old together.If it weren't for the name between the lines, he would never let the model leave early.

He likes the god monkey Hanuman style very much.

"What to drink? You shouldn't be able to drink soda at your age, right?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, took two bottles of ice water and put them on the table.

The two old people on the opposite side are very affectionate, holding hands even when they are sitting on the sofa.

"Tony Stark, right?" The old man tapped his withered fingers on his knees: "My name is Jack Dawson, and this is Ruth Dawson."

After the introduction, he added: "I know your father."

Yes, Howard Stark, and...

"And Mori Yuesha."

Tony smiled: "Ha, the mystery of the answer is about to surface?"

"No, young man, for you, you may just enter the deep sea." The old man named Ruth laughed, with a mischievous face on his face: "You are still far behind, and we won't tell you .”

"I don't know what that kid Howard told you. We just want you to help me this time."

Jack Dawson gave an address, and Ruth took a document from her bag and handed it to Tony.

"This is all the paintings we have accumulated in our whole life. Please keep them for you. One day... Well, when she comes back one day, give them all to her."

"Also, we have sponsored many orphanages. If you can, please continue to sponsor. This is more useful than spending money on those models' butts."

Old Ruth's words were sharp.

Although she was already old and bent, and her face was full of dimples, the sharpness in her bones remained undiminished, just like a brave girl, she spoke mercilessly.

Tony shrugged, took the file and glanced at it...

He was taken aback.