In his concept, this kind of housework should be shared, rather than all being left to one person.
It’s just that Luke never thought about whether Jessica would do the housework.
After all, it is still unknown whether a guy who once drank and lived a sloppy life can do housework.
“The winner fights, the loser takes care of the family. This was our habit back then.”
Madoc obviously didn’t want to stay on this topic for too long, it reminded him of some beautiful and heartwarming things in the past.
But now he is more worried about whether Luke can catch up with Jessica.
Seriously, hard work is the biggest reliance on victory without widening the gap in talent.
Hard work is also the only choice to explore potential and talent.
There is indeed a huge gap in talent between Jessica and Luke now.
After all, the legendary Blade of the God of War contains all of Orak. Even if Jessica who inherited the Blade of the God of War is not strong enough to use the legendary power, she can continue to purify her own bloodline from it.
Orac gave Jessica everything he could except the name of the God of War.
This makes her more similar to Orak.
Jessica can now be said to be a very pure savage from the Great Bear tribe. Until Luke is unable to walk a quarter of the way through Madoc's secret realm, he will be at a disadvantage in the competition of talents.
As for pure wrestling, Jessica and Luke have not tried it yet.
But this probably won’t take long.
There is no lazy person among savages.
There are a lot of ancestors here who are observing, and supervision is everywhere.
Moreover, what was once the Holy Mountain of Harrogas was just a simple snow-capped mountain. It is very easy to get diseases like arthritis if you sleep lazily in bed, and there is almost no hope of cure.
"Luke, do you want to go to the secret realm with Sonya?" Madoc looked at Luke and said, his words were a bit too plain: "That may allow you to quickly gain enough information, but it is very dangerous. That kind of danger
It cannot be matched by the previous war."
Luke raised his eyes and looked at Zi Ren, who was standing aside without daring to move, and gritted his teeth: "What do you think I should use as a betrothal head? Of course, Zi Ren is destined to die in my hands!"
“You idiot!”
Madoc slapped Luke on the forehead, a little irritably.
But his expression is no longer heavy.
Looks like Luke has made a decision, he will go to the secret realm with Sonya. That's enough.
Madoc doesn’t hate Luke, so he has enough expectations for Luke.
I don’t expect him to take over everything from Maddock, but he must go through at least half of Maddock’s life.
This is hard enough.
“If possible, if you can bring King Plague’s head back with you, he will be happier.”
Maddock leaned against Luke's ear and whispered.
Cassius wouldn’t have liked the Plague King’s head, but Mardoc did.
At that time, Madoc will give out a generous bride price and ask Luke to find that bastard Cassius.
Madoc has enough leverage to make Cassius relent, but this is not that important. If he can be the strongest, people in this world will not be so bitter.
"In a secret realm where you are being taken away, you'd better understand the previous lessons. Figure out what you should do when facing a powerful and difficult enemy." Madoc patted Luke on the shoulder: "
I will help you repair this guy's land and kill him when you come back. If you want a doubles match, I can make him about the same strength as you."
Madoc pointed at the purple man, and then turned around.
It’s time for Luke to think about what happens next.
This is a kind of growth.
At this time, Maddock missed the time when he was still a prophet.
If he were still a prophet, he would be able to see Luke and Jessica get married.
Or look at what kind of test that bastard Cassius has prepared, and he can ask Luke to make some preparations in advance.
The little husky was still barking at the purple man, and Luke glanced at the purple man thoughtfully.
“The days of your existence are about to end! Even the candle in the wind that you are lingering on is more energetic than you look at it.
So you'd better think about your last words, you're almost gone!"
Luke pointed to the position of Zirendi’s nose and shouted.
Then he picked up the husky, taking Banal's leg bone with him, and walked towards where Banal should be.
Luke felt that he might learn something from Banal, such as the method of using anger that the Tagus tribe is proud of...
As for the purple man whose life was like a candle in the wind, he was temporarily forgotten about the past.
He is now a free-range sandbag, waiting for the day when he will be blown up. And there is no way to defend himself.
You can't let him strongly condemn him when he is being beaten.
By the time the support arrives, she will almost be gone.
Before this, I can still move a little bit and feel the life that I have never thought about whether it is precious or not.
A stone body, plus his own flesh and blood and a mouse...
These can make him, as a stone sculpture, come alive. Ziren is a little too curious.
These guys just said they wanted to kill him, but so far, he has not seen anyone determined to kill him.
On the other side, Natasha and Hawkeye were surrounding a fire, with pieces of meat hanging on the iron skewers in their hands.
The grease dripped onto the fire, making a crackling sound.
“Natasha, do you think Sonya can be trusted or not? She seems very decent, but the ancestors treat her with caution.”
Hawkeye immediately laughed after asking this question.
This is not something he should worry about, and even SHIELD is not qualified to say anything about it.
Trust is a matter between people, and most of the time it is an exchange of interests between organizations.
It’s quite dirty. Although it’s quite useful, it doesn’t mean it’s that important.
Especially the special skills shown by Sonya make her seem quite trustworthy.
Although the ancestors seemed to be uneasy about her.
“That depends on whose side you are considering. Barton.”
Natasha had a charming smile and her tone seemed careless?
It’s not that they don’t have a sense of belonging in SHIELD, but that sense of belonging is a bit far behind their current lives.
This feeling is called warmth.
While he was chattering, Rorschach opened a portal and appeared not far away.
Rorschach also said hello to Natasha and Hawkeye.
Slightly outrageous, at least the previous Rorschach was not so outgoing.
This made Natasha and Hawkeye let out a long breath.
Now we have to make evaluations again, and it’s hard to say how long these evaluations will remain valid.
After all, change is subtle and constant.
It can be said that human cells have all been replaced every ten years, but it cannot be said that the person who is more than ten years from now is no longer the same person as ten years ago.
About Rorschach, both Natasha and Hawkeye felt a wave of trouble.
“I think the Rorschach review and stuff like that need to be updated.”
Natasha said a little feebly, and Barton on the side nodded.
The unique aura of justice in Rorschach is not difficult to distinguish. After all, justice is difficult to conceal.
Naturally, I won’t focus too much on concealment.
So the change in his aura was somewhat obvious, and he actually greeted them proactively, which made Natasha and Hawkeye unable to react.
“That seems to be justice.”
Natasha said this.
Hawkeye on the other side nodded again, completely reduced to a compliment.
And there’s no need to even say “yeah, yeah, screw it”.
Olongus, not far away, had an inexplicable expression on his face.
Rorschach became the Archangel of Justice, which was not part of his or her plan.
【Is Bulcaisel crazy? Handed over the identity of the Archangel of Justice to Rorschach?】
Olongus stared at Rorschach as he walked over.
What is the situation with this?
Burkeso has become a god and does not need this archangel status anymore?
That's not right!
Olongus was a little puzzled, and then he rubbed his eyes and began to think about whether he should have a private meeting with his ancestors to discuss it.
The plan has been disrupted, which is definitely not a good thing for Olongus, but now it is impossible for him to kill Rorschach by force in exchange for Bulkeso swallowing the justice more smoothly.
So this is the beginning of a new trouble.
Or find a suitable person to talk to Bulkesso directly about related issues now.
This is outrageous!
Rorschach dragged the Hammer of Judgment in his hand and walked in the direction of Bulcaisel's breath.
The Judgment Hammer recognized his determination, but the current power to control this legend made Rorschach a little uneasy.
Justice has begun to reflect on himself, which is definitely a good thing.
Rorschach had no intention of hiding along the way, so all the power of the Archangel of Justice fell into the eyes of the ancestors.
This may be something Bulquesso would like to see.
After all, justice cannot always be hidden behind the scenes. Timid justice will become weak and fragile.
Fortunately, Rorschach is now strong and tough enough.
…
In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine was lying on the bed in the employee dormitory, holding his new ID in his hand and looking through it.
Having forged many documents, this was the first time he observed a truly valid document.
Very fresh.
As for why the documents came so quickly, it was entirely because Agent Hill sped up the process.
After all, Nick Fury personally agreed to Constantine's joining SHIELD, so there were no obstacles along the way.
Anderson was sitting silently on the bed on the other side, and the robe on his body made him look a little sacred.
Because Prius and Auriel did not take him with them when they left, so for the time being, he chose to stay in SHIELD and use this huge secret service agency to collect those inexplicable rings.
Although Agent Hill had a green one in his hand, Anderson's mission specified that he wanted a black and white one.
Anderson was stubbornly terrible for God's command.
“Brother, are you really so pious that you’re going to lose yourself?”
Constantine asked casually. Religious people were not unfamiliar to him.
After all, this is a guy who has the guts to summon the devil in a church.
This indifference of awe is part of his success and part of his charm.
He and Anderson are now arranged to rest here because SHIELD is busy dealing with the aftermath of the previous riot.
Although the agents may not know much about decoration work, they are not idle either.
As long as you are not dead, you have to continue working.
This is the epitome of a poor migrant worker, and he has no choice yet.
Now even the weak Rumlow was called to help, leaving only Constantine and Anderson looking idle.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Anderson said this.
Constantine doubted that this guy's expression would change even if he was given an air injection.
Forgot, this is an angel, it probably doesn’t have blood vessels.
It's just that this image is so different from the previous image of the sword-fighting priest. Such a drastic change made Constantine a little confused.
It was just that he had to put his doubts in his heart for the time being.
“What did your god teach you? Did it teach you to love everyone in the world?”
Constantine pressed the sign on his hand and silently contacted Auriel, but there was no reply.
After all, this thing is just a talker, and you can hang up even if you make a call. There is no reason why this method of contact cannot work.
But as for the final interpretation, it may be in the hands of Auriel. This is her method.
Although life is like making a phone call, one of the two people will always hang up first.
Now it seems that the person who died first is probably Constantine who has not escaped.
After all, it was he himself who asked Auriel to leave a mark containing power on him, which also meant that while he wanted to keep the mark, he also put his own life in the hands of the other party.
Who knows if hope, which has always been peaceful and peaceful, will come up with a set of slang or something like that when it is shattered.
If Auriel finally joins the Burning Hell camp by shouting something like "It's boring, destroy it", then Constantine will definitely be the first to die.
Although Constantine thinks this is impossible, he has already begun to think about how to get rid of Auriel.
With this sign in his hand, he will ask someone to see if they can reversely locate Auriel's position.
If a war is really launched, this is a fast track.
“Courage taught me not to show mercy to scum.”
A spear appeared in Anderson's hand, and it was pressed against Constantine's throat.
The blazing heat curled Constantine's beard.
Anderson's face was still expressionless and very cold. It looked a little inconsistent with the high temperature on the spear.
“Tch, do you really think I will be the scumbag you imagined?” Constantine pushed the spear away with his hand, and several blisters were burned on his fingers.
“I will only have less bottom line than you think, and I will be more dangerous.”
Constantine laughed, took out a handful of rings from his pocket, and tossed them around like a juggler.
Looking at Anderson with a mocking expression on his face.
He knew very well that Anderson would not take action.
Because Constantine's body bears the mark left by Auriel, this level of trick can be hidden from the eyes of Agent Hill, but it cannot be hidden from the perception of Anderson, who is an angel.
In front of the angel, Constantine took on the identity of Auriel's camp.
This is also something that Courage acquiesces to. Unless Constantine is ready to deal with Auriel, this mark may be carried for a long time.
“Do you want to wear a ring? I heard that it is the power of death. I wonder if you have any interest in death.”
Constantine kept using words to bully Anderson, but in fact he kept mocking Auriel and Imperius for not telling the whole story.
His hand is still pressing the mark.
Is Anderson really collecting these rings because of Prius’ so-called peace and stability?
Because when Prius was an Archangel, he didn't like to be nosy at all.
Maybe they are trying hard to gain a new authority like Malthael.
Or do you want to understand the power of death and use it to deal with Malthael?
These guys all have selfish motives anyway.
Hall and simple rules do not tell others "what to do".
The rules just exist silently, as if they are no big deal.
“No, then shut up!”
A ball of holy flame flashed above Anderson's short hair for an instant.
A pair of cold eyes stared at Constantine.
Full of threats!
This is considered a defense. Anderson's devotion to faith is definitely far greater than the health activities that Constantine likes.
“I’m going out now. I still have things to do. At least someone must want to see me now.”
Constantine jumped out of bed, packed all his belongings, put on the suit with only one hole in it and put on his coat.
The tie was hung loosely, and then the door was pushed open.
Although his words may sound perfunctory, they are the facts he perceives.
"By the way, if Rumlow comes to me after he's rested, tell him the money he owes me is three cents."
Constantine showed a charming smile and said hello to a handsome guy walking through the door.
He did not say that these three points were daily interest, and he did not intend to let Rumlow find him for at least ten days.
A rare way to make money, as long as Rumlow can come to him, he can get a trustworthy, powerful and well-established partner.
Morcott's presence made Constantine want to laugh out loud.
Buy one get one free, that’s great.
“Get out!”
Anderson cursed quietly.
The body finally lay down.
No man would choose to sleep with his back to each other after knowing about Constantine.
Because no normal person likes to feel like there is an extra guy behind him when he is half asleep.
Anderson looked outside the door, and then spread his wings of courage.