Seven hundred and twentieth chapters wild goose plucking
"We went shopping for Christmas gifts. I know it's still some time before Christmas, but it's a good habit to prepare in advance, isn't it?" No one knows why the witch doesn't like to wear a shirt when wearing a women's suit, with large and smooth swaths
Her exposed skin is really eye-catching, and Salomon's gaze slides from her perfect collarbone to her charming waistcoat line, all the way unobstructed. Joan of Arc prefers red, and Bayonetta prefers black. Frankly speaking, the colors they chose are both different.
It's quite suitable and matches their eye shadow and lipstick colors very well.
Considering that the fashion concept of witches was still five hundred years ago a few years ago, it is quite amazing that they can do this now. Salomon thinks that he has never understood the delicate balance between women's makeup and matching in his life.
It is even less possible for him to learn as fast as a witch in the field of fashion. But this does not prevent him from using black and red as the main colors of the sisterhood, and using roses and lilies as design elements for the decoration of power armor. The sisterhood was first founded
The idea was to continue the knowledge of the witch clan and continue the missions of Bayonetta and Joan of Arc. However, as time went by, the plan continued to evolve and improve, and the sisterhood eventually became the striking force of the Immortal City in the real plane.
It has become a team capable of precise delivery and strikes.
"Lovers need to be honest. This is an eternal way of getting along." Bayonetta's tone suddenly became a little sinister. She pushed up her glasses, her light gray eyes staring at the gauze on the mystic's arm, looking serious.
She sounded like a teacher who saw a naughty student. "So after I finish talking about my itinerary, should you tell me what happened to your injury?" Her tone was as harsh as wielding a pointer.
Teacher. Originally, this role was supposed to be played by Jeanne d'Arc, but this time Bayonetta was so impatient that she did not allocate roles properly with Jeanne d'Arc. The witch carefully checked the wound with her fingers, "Kama Taj and...
What could possibly hurt you? Look into my eyes, boy, not my breasts."
Salomon removed the bandage.
Dinah immediately took it at an unexpected speed and performed a confidentiality procedure on the bandage. The Mystic's DNA is the top secret of the Immortal City, and one of Dinah's main responsibilities is to ensure that his genetic information will not
leak, so she will be responsible for all housework and perform this responsibility effectively.
"It's just a sword fighting exercise. I didn't use supernatural power, so I didn't unlock the stigmata." The mystic mage felt the tingling sensation caused by the witch's fingertips. This was a prelude to the flirtation between the two, but
This time the witch stopped him from reacting to this action with her eyes.
"I'm checking the wound."
"This is just a minor injury. If you come back a few hours later, my injury might be cured."
Just as Salomon said, in a few hours, the injury left by Hela will be healed. Frigga used the Vanahem magic herbs cultivated in the greenhouse, Kama Taj's alchemy potion, and the Holy
The wound has its own self-healing ability, and no matter how powerful Hela's "Night Sky" is, it cannot prevent the wound from healing.
"Don't try to lie to me, I can see how serious the injury was! How many hours? So that you can enjoy the women's high jump program? Or do you want to tell me, aren't the magic powers on your arms supernatural?" Bayoney
Ta crossed her arms and said angrily. As soon as she returned to the manor, Salomon switched the TV channel to a children's program and pretended to watch the glove doll chatting with his voice on the TV. However, none of this could be hidden from the witch.
, because she ordered the manor’s TV channel to prepare children’s programs for the children she might be pregnant with in the future. As she said herself, she is a family woman.
Even now, she is still studying hard.
"I smelled this magical smell on you when the dark elves invaded. Tell me, is it the woman named Hela?"
Salomon glanced at the maid standing aside. Dinah stared at the burning fireplace, expressionless and pretending not to hear anything, as if the bandage that had been burnt to ashes was still worthy of time and attention. The mystic did not pierce it.
He was always very talkative about his maid's subtlety. As long as it didn't involve work, he was always easy to talk to. "Yes, His Holiness and I have arrangements for her." The mystic mage had no choice but to confess part of the truth, "It's just that the woman was imprisoned on a planet.
It has been too long, and she is the only living creature on that planet, so now she has become a little crazy. Only during the battle will her spirit return to normal... His Holiness and I need her to return to normal, even if it is temporarily.
"
"How long is this stupid sword fighting game going to go on?"
"Didn't we agree not to talk about Kamal Taj's work?"
"That's because you came home injured this time!" Bayonetta was a little annoyed, "Work must be excluded from the family. This is what you promised!"
"We are not an ordinary family. After all, we are people who fight in iron and blood." The Mystic Mage smiled. Although Hela's matter is important, it is a variable rather than a constant in Salomon's plan. If Hela
If it was a very critical node, Salomon would not be so gentle to her. "I promise you, I won't give her the chance to hurt me next time. There won't be another time, my dear,
There should be no smell of blood in the safe haven."
The Eternal City is built under thick rock formations, isolating electromagnetic waves and sunlight. In this heavily guarded city, the security level of the biological laboratory is even more stringent. Guard Zero was carrying a suitcase.
Passing through more than a dozen air-tight steel doors in a row. It wasn't until he began to get tired of the pale lights above his head, the winding passages, the boring cement ceilings and the never-ending identity verification that he arrived at the head of the biological laboratory.
In front of him, he did not enter the laboratory, but met the biologist who had taken off his sterile laboratory coat in the living room outside the laboratory.
"This is the Asgardian DNA sample brought back by the monarch. It needs to be compared with Thor's DNA sample." Guards Zero handed the suitcase to Maya Hansen. "It needs to be recorded and cloned.
This genetic information serves as a sample."
"Where do these things come from?" Maya Hansen was a little curious. Asgardian genetic information samples are not common. Thor's sample was obtained many years ago, and now a request for information and Thor's genetic information was suddenly sent.
The sample for which the information was compared shows that the identity of the owner of this sample is not simple, and he can definitely be called a member of the royal family.
"Could it be Loki's?" she asked. "Isn't Loki a frost giant?"
"This is the genetic information of the Asgardians, don't get it wrong. As for other information, I have no comment."
"Child, I know your genetic information well. You were born from the hands of me and Salomon. You have no secrets from me." Maya Hansen said with a smile, "What's more, my authority allows me to take this matter.
Let's get to the bottom of this. If I found our boss in person, do you think he would tell me something? Stop wasting time and tell me something that only I can know. Also--"
"——Do you still have memories of this place?" Maya Hansen stood up from the sofa in the living room and pointed to the passage outside. She was far less interested in the sample than in the boy in front of her, because Sa
Lomon's genetic information is far more peculiar than that of the Asgardians. "You have been here frequently. Do you still remember the memories before the transformation? Please answer truthfully, I need complete records. Only in this way can we create
More qualified Praetorian Guards."
Guard Zero's face was expressionless, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
"Please also conduct research as soon as possible, this involves another project."