Come and connect with me!

As a superhero fan, Reno will definitely know who it is.

Wuming was already thinking about how to send it over. Maybe he should send it on the next batch of cargo ships.

"Should be together...Justice League..."

After a moment's thought, Reno gave an answer.

"The first one is Superman right?"

"Yes."

Wuming walked to the desk and prepared to put the armor together.

"There's only one left."

Reno blinked and muttered to himself.

"The second one... well, they are a good match, but they can't be together because the combination of the two is perfect... oh, I get it."

she said with a smile.

"I know what you're going to give me!"

Wuming was also a little surprised. He felt that the concentration of Reno's fans was even higher than he had imagined. They actually guessed what his gift was just by knowing his name. He was worthy of being Iron Man. His purity was so high.

Reno looked at the row of little figures placed in the transparent cabinets behind him and smiled confidently.

"You're going to give me a batarang, right?"

Chapter 538: Fit and Unfit

"drop."

When a beep sound is heard, indicating the end of the communication, the communication ends.

In the last moment, Reno's image looked full of joy. Her eyes were sparkling, reflecting Wuming's shadow, as if she wanted to imprint him deeply in her heart. Then she waved goodbye to Wuming with a little reluctance, waiting for Wuming's gift to be delivered.

Wuming had no doubt that if the two of them were face to face now, he would definitely not just get an affectionate gaze.

However, when the projection disappeared, Wuming felt lost and his face fell, and he let out a long sigh.

"Ugh......."

Kiana looked at Wuming's slightly melancholy expression and couldn't help but ask.

"Commander, what's wrong with you? Didn't you finally get the batarang again? You didn't mess up your date with her."

When Reno guessed it was a batarang, Wuming couldn't be like an idiot and say something stupid in such a good atmosphere and tell her that the gift she wanted was not what she thought at all.

So, Wuming quickly winked at Kiana, asking her to suddenly speak out and have an awkward conversation with Reno. He then used his super strength to put his hands behind his back, grabbed a piece of metal, quickly pinched it into the shape of a bat, and told Reno that she guessed right.

Although it looks like a fat bream, and although Kiana thinks it doesn't look like a bat at all, Rino, the target of the gift, thinks it is great, so it is a great gift.

Except, the person giving the gift isn't so happy.

"Yes, it's not screwed up, but well..."

He looked at Kiana with an expression that asked, "What are you thinking?" and wisely stopped talking.

It can't be said that when making this thing, Wuming thought carefully about what kind of CP this not-so-competent Superman had in the comics, and then planned to give the symbol of the other half of Superman in the comics to Reno as a gift.

In this way, when he tells Reno about his abilities one day in the future, this double surprise will definitely make her happier. After all, although his abilities are not as good as her favorite Iron Man, Superman is not bad either. He is the symbol of superheroes and the god on earth. Even if Warner remakes Superman's death a hundred times, it won't make him die too slowly. She will definitely like it.

But sadly, Reno was not interested in the camera, and probably the glasses too, and these two things were too uncreative. In the end, he thought of giving Diana a set of armor, and then when he was almost done, he still felt it was not good enough, so he chose to give it to Fenrir the wolf, who would make any man go to his house for coffee that night.

"It's nothing, it's just a pity, I made this set of armor by hand."

Wuming sighed and said in a low voice.

"Made by your own hands?"

Kiana looked at the fat fish dart that Wuming made with his bare hands, and her expression froze for a moment.

"Commander, how strong are you?"

"I haven't tested it, but I haven't found anything I can't lift yet."

Wuming frowned at Kiana and said complacently.

Superman's panel allowed him to gradually grow stronger in the sunlight, his strength, speed, recovery and perception all improved simultaneously. As a commander, he had no chance of getting hurt or fighting, but his strength could be demonstrated intuitively. When he was bored, he tried to lift the entire command room building, and found that he could make the building shake violently with just one finger. After a few seconds of fun, he had to restore the shifted layouts of the rooms one by one with a gloomy face, which made him temporarily give up the idea of ​​continuing to test the upper limit of his strength.

"Tch, bragging."

Kiana looked at Wuming with disdain, thinking that he was almost as inflated as Xilin.

As she said this, Kiana unconsciously looked at the desk.

On the black insulation cloth, the parts lay quietly, each of them looked to have been polished very carefully, infused with the forger's care.

"Commander, what are you going to do with that suit of armor?"

Kiana's eyes were wandering, and she subconsciously tapped the floor with her star-studded low heels.

"Well... this thing isn't really that valuable, but it would be a shame to throw it away."

Wuming also felt embarrassed when he heard Kiana mention this.

After all, he had spent a lot of effort to make it, and he didn't really want to throw it away.

"So......"

Kiana leaned her waist against the desk, her hands on her belly, her fingertips unconsciously touching each other.

"Well, Kiana, do you like Wonder Woman?"

Kiana was hesitating when she heard Wuming's embarrassed voice.

"Eh eh eh?"

"Although this is a bit embarrassing, it seems that I can't give this thing to anyone. After all, I can't explain why I made this thing and why it required manual labor. Of course, I won't hide this matter for long."

Wuming's words were a bit confusing, but Kiana understood them.

Because she fell asleep under a tree outside the cafeteria, Wuming brought her back to the command room. This allowed her to discover the communication between Wuming and Reno. In other words, this matter itself, along with this set of armor, had become a secret between the two of them.

"That is to say, Commander, you are going to give this to me, right?"

Kiana asked with sparkling eyes and an expectant look on her face.

"Yes."

Wuming tried hard to recall Kiana's settings, and then found out with regret that, unlike Reno, Kiana's birthday would not come for a long time. Apart from that, he knew very little about this girl. After all, from his perspective as a player, apart from the not-so-pleasant off-field factors, in his opinion, Kiana's life was basically fighting, picking up trash in a small village or the headquarters of Satori, and then he would log off after finishing his daily routine. Thinking about it carefully, his understanding of her was almost nothing.

"If you don't mind, just think of it as a belated birthday present. Well, it's just like last year's. This year, I will prepare a more thoughtful gift for you."

Even though Kiana is a bit carefree, Wuming doesn't think she would like a gift for someone else, but it doesn't seem right to have no explanation, so he just takes the easy way out and treats it as a gift from previous years.

"Hmm...Really, really..."

Kiana turned her face away a little embarrassedly. In the past two years, she had met and gotten to know new friends, and had received love and blessings. But even so, she was very happy that someone gave her a gift.

As she said this, she heard Wuming's hesitant voice.

"It seems that I can't give you this set of armor yet."

Kiana asked, blinking.

"Why do you suddenly regret it?"

As she said this, she picked up a large hemispherical metal bowl, looked around, and finally put it on her head.

"Is there a helmet in Diana's armor?"

Wuming looked at the metal bowl that fit tightly on his head and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Anyway, this armor doesn't quite fit you. I'll fix it for you soon."

Chapter 539 Cat House

After a while of persuasion, Wuming finally took the armor back from Kiana and promised to give it to her as soon as possible. The handsome motorcycle and bat darts were given to the barbarians, and they would be delivered directly to them the next time the White Eagle freighter came. The story caused by Reno's communication yesterday also came to an end for the time being.

Now that the personal affairs of the afternoon were completed, Wuming naturally only had work left.

Process fewer files than yesterday, check to see if there are any changes on the other planet, and then check your phone to see if there are any new changes in the port system, the golden finger on which it depends for survival.

As I was flipping through the pages bit by bit, I suddenly heard a slight sound on the desk.

"Ok?"

Wuming looked up and found that it was Kiana who placed his cup in front of him, then picked up the teapot and poured it. Under Wuming's gaze, a stream of warm water poured into the cup, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Is this... black tea?"

As he said this, he suddenly reacted and looked at Kiana in surprise.

"Kiana? Aren't you going to get some sleep?"

"No, I've had enough sleep."

Kiana pushed the cup of black tea in front of Wuming and looked at him expectantly.

"Try the black tea I made."

Wuming blinked, looked at Kiana, then looked at the warm liquid in the cup, and smiled with some difficulty.

"Kiana, I think you should take a rest since you are so tired."

"No, if I lie down in this maid outfit, it feels awkward because there are too many small decorations on the outer garment."

Kiana was unaware of Wuming's distrust of her craftsmanship, and continued to babble on about the design of the maid outfit.

"Also, the socks feel too slippery and thin, as if she's not wearing anything at all. This kind of maid outfit is simply a fraud, and it's useless except for looking good!"

Wuming opened his mouth, but finally decided not to interrupt her chatter, nor to tell her that this kind of breathable silk fabric is actually quite precious. It is a first-class product that was synthesized on an alien planet and then sent to the port. He just listened patiently to the girl's complaints.

Kiana muttered to herself before pausing contentedly.

"Anyway, apart from being pretty, I don't think it's very good."

As she said this, she saw Wuming had already picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Hey, how's it, is it delicious?"

Kiana asked hurriedly.

"Not great, but better than yesterday."

Compared to dishes that require seasoning, brewing drinks like this doesn’t require exquisite craftsmanship, but a heart that doesn’t want to mess around. Yesterday, Kiana was still thinking about the cooking methods of the Kaslana family, which was a bit shocking, but today she also watched in the kitchen for a while. In addition to being surprised that a pillow-sized little yellow chicken could actually hold pots and pans several times larger than itself and work in the kitchen, she also roughly learned some cooking skills, at least…

"Orange tea bags, right?"

Wuming said firmly, confirming Kiana's willingness to use the tea bag method.

"Well, that's right."

Kiana took out the opened tea bag from behind her somewhat embarrassedly.

"You're not the type who only likes to drink noble black tea, are you?"

While showing Wuming the tea bag packaging, she said with some indignation.

"That's right. You have so many maids... Uh, I think I'm your maid now."

She said this and sighed somewhat dejectedly.

"Xilin, really, well, even though she came to a big house and wanted to be a handyman without any explanation, this development is indeed very protagonist-like..."

Wuming chuckled twice, then looked at his phone, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"It's unlocked..."

"Unlocked what?"

Kiana came over to take a look with some curiosity.

"What? You're playing with your phone..."

Wuming looked at Kiana who was pouting and felt that he should correct her view.

"First of all, I can drink anything, not just some noble black tea."

As he said this, he took out a black beverage bottle that was familiar to Kiana from the drawer and gently placed it in front of her, motioning for her to have a taste.

"Besides, I'm not on my phone."