Burn Marvel

Jessica Jones is like a spinning top every day. He is constantly working hard for his future yachts, mansions, and maybe even male models.

After running with him for a few days, Li Ze felt that his legs were wearing thin, so he just used the excuse that he was old, in poor health, and unable to do what he wanted, so he hid at home blowing on the air conditioner and drinking beer.

Jessica Jones didn't force him, and of course it was useless to force him. She could only give him a hard look, then leave alone and continue running.

"A woman's ambition is terrible. The warehouse is full and she is still not satisfied," Li Ze murmured to himself.

Turn on the TV and tune into the entertainment channel, where a group of beauties in swimsuits are playing on the beach without any scruples.

He nodded with satisfaction, put his arms on the back of the sofa, and relaxed his body naturally, collapsing into a pile, like a rogue big orange cat that had just eaten and was lazily savoring the aftertaste.

Magical energy suddenly poured into the room and gathered on the floor in front of Li Ze's toes, outlining bright yellow lines that kept rotating, eventually forming a circular mysterious magic pattern.

Li Ze's heart didn't fluctuate at all, and he even wanted to laugh a little bit, because he knew that a female bald head would pop out with a whoosh.

To Li Ze's surprise, the magic circle had been formed, but no female bald head popped out with a whoosh, only a piece of paper with writing on it, lying quietly on the floor.

Li Ze bent down and took the note in his hand, with only one sentence written on it.

"The Ancient One, 177a Bleecker Street, Manhattan, New York."

What does it mean to allow oneself to go to the New York Temple for audience?

The uncle is not something you want to see, you can see him whenever you want. Li Ze sneered and threw the note aside.

Before the note fell to the ground, the magic pattern appeared again at the same location, leaving another note as well.

Li Ze picked it up with a frown, wondering what the bad old man was doing to the bad old lady.

There was only one sentence on the second note.

"The old friend of Asgard is coming soon."

Li Ze tilted his head and thought for a while, Asgard reunited, the Chitauri invaded, Loki was wrong, he and he had never met, so they couldn't be considered old friends, so it was Thor.

Could it be that Gu Yi was aware of the upcoming plot and wanted to discuss countermeasures with him?

Li Ze smiled slightly and tore the second note into pieces.

If the sky is falling, there are big dogs and they are holding it up, so what are you worried about? Besides the alien invasion, is it important to have air conditioning, beer and a sofa?

The lazy expression returned to his face, and he twisted to make his paralysis more comfortable.

Before he could enter the state again, the magic pattern appeared again, and the third note appeared.

Li Ze was furious and picked it up angrily before it was finished.

"It's Her Royal Highness the Princess of Asgard."

Some people are unforgettable without contact, and some things are vividly remembered without being recalled, such as the long black sword of the eldest princess Hela.

That was the most powerful opponent Li Ze had faced since his debut. The chance of winning was slim, and the beating was extremely painful.

The impression was as profound as the first love abducted by a rich second generation.

Li Ze stood up with a whoosh, feeling numb for a moment, not only because of Hela's imminent arrival, but also because this meant that the story line was in chaos.

Hela, who was supposed to make a shining debut in Thor 3, actually entered at this time.

What happened? Odin killed Li Ze and his head was in a mess. The idea of ​​Gu Yi playing tricks on him flashed in his mind and was forgotten by him.

As long as Gu Yi didn't have Alzheimer's disease, he wouldn't be able to amuse himself with this kind of thing.

He couldn't stay at home any longer, and Gu Yi's poor success aroused his interest.

I casually took a coat and put it on my figure, and walked out of the clinic door. R8 had already been driven away by Jessica Jones, and I couldn't wait for a taxi.

Walking into a deserted alleyway, white flames surged out, wrapped around themselves, and turned into a big fireball. It didn't care about shocking the world and rose directly into the sky.

No. 177a Bleecker Street in Manhattan, New York, is an ordinary house number, an old building with a British style. This is the address of one of the three temples of the Master, the New York Temple.

Li Ze was in the clouds, aiming at the attic glass of the New York Temple and swooping down.

With a roar, the white fireball shattered the eye-shaped glass window in the attic and crashed into the house.

The sound triggered the alarms of the cars parked on the street, and the piercing sirens were so loud that people on the street thought there was an explosion. They either screamed and ran away, or took out their mobile phones to take pictures in fear.

Li Ze stood firm, the flames quickly closed, and he saw the bald man standing by the window at a glance.

Gu Yi raised an eyebrow and looked at Li Ze, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with the way he appeared.

He raised his palm to his chest and turned it from top to bottom. The chaotic street suddenly changed. It stretched infinitely and separated into layers of ghosts. The eyes of the people on the street gradually became dull, and finally became quiet. , stood there blankly.

Then Gu Yi waved his hand, and the ghost images of the street began to stick together and return to normal. The crowd was like puppets, ignoring the alarm that was still ringing, walking stiffly out of the street, and then feeling lost. It's like I forgot something.

"Your Majesty the Supreme Mage, I am here upon invitation." Li Ze said with a tight face.

"It seems that your trip to Asgard has really made you grow a lot." Ancient Yi turned around and teased with a smile on his face, "Otherwise you wouldn't be so anxious."

"You summoned me here, you didn't just want to tease me about what I have seen and heard. I know that you can see what will happen in the future. So what is going on with the eldest princess of Asgard, Hela?" Li Ze's expression did not change. Ask questions calmly.

"I can only see a corner of the future." Gu Yi put his hands behind his back, his monk's robe fluttering, passed Li Ze, and walked towards the depths of the temple, half truthfully and half falsely.

"Time is an indestructible existence. Every time I take a peek, it feels like I am dancing on the cliff. This makes me even more awe-struck."

Gu Yi talked for a long time, but found that there was no response from behind, and there was some weird silence. He turned his head and looked back with an ominous premonition.

Li Ze was standing in front of a glass display cabinet that stored armor-type magic relics. A large hole had been carved out of the glass. Li Ze stretched his arm along the hole, and a thin layer of white flame ignited in his palm. The tongue of fire was licking greedily. A remaining piece of breastplate, and some ashes on the ground also showed the whereabouts of other parts of the armor.

Seeing Gu Yi turn his head and discover what he was doing, Li Ze retracted his hand in a somewhat embarrassed manner. He also felt that doing so was a bit deceptive, so he simply increased the firepower, and the remaining damaged armor was already ravaged by the flames. , in the end, it still did not escape the poisonous hand, and followed other parts of the armor and turned into ashes.

"You can't blame me for that." Li Ze rubbed his hands in embarrassment. There were so many good things clearly displayed in the glass display cabinet. Isn't this seductive?

"See if it wants the delicious cakes on the counter. I couldn't help it, as you know."

"Mr. Li Ze, that is an enchanted armor once worn by the Lionheart King. It has powerful magical power." Gu Yi's face remained calm, but the beating corners of her eyes betrayed her heart. She felt distressed. Straight up.

"Don't be so stingy. I don't have to pay for restaurants in the city. What's the matter with eating your watermelon instead of your piece of iron?" Li Ze raised his chin and started acting rogue.

"Mr. Li Ze, although I don't dare to do anything to you, it doesn't mean that I can't do anything to you." Gu Yi's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, and every letter was accompanied by a grinding sound.

"I can exile you to the turbulence of time and space, and that won't be a pleasant experience."

"Let's talk about Hela. What's going on?" Li Ze decisively changed the subject and asked seriously.

Gu Yi closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Hundreds of years of self-cultivation took effect at this moment, suppressing the anger. After calming down, he said

"I saw that the eldest princess of Asgard will come to earth soon."

"As far as I know, Hela is a princess who was exiled by the God King. She will not be able to see the light of day again until Odin dies."

"Odin has reached a deal with her. As for the content of the deal, I don't know."

"Deal" Li Ze lowered his head and pondered. The plot he knew was different again, and he asked again after a long while.

"What is the purpose of Hela coming to the earth?"

Gu Yi's eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked at him quietly, smiling without saying a word.

Li Ze looked at her expression and stiffly indicated that he understood.

"Is this the only thing?" Li Ze, who was at the bottom of his mood, just wanted to go home quickly and think about the countermeasures.

"Just this one."

"Thank you for informing me. I'm leaving first. Goodbye." Li Ze said perfunctorily, his body ignited flames and turned into a big fireball again.

"Oh, by the way, Courageous is a good name." Gu Yi suddenly said something irrelevant.

Li Ze frowned and glanced at the mysterious Gu Yi, but the latter stopped talking and just smiled.

Li Ze didn't hesitate much. The fireball accelerated suddenly and rushed into the sky along the window from which it came.

Gu Yi looked at the tail flame of the fireball that was gradually dissipating, and played with a black hair in his hand.