Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

With a bald head, Yinsen cursed, squatted down, stuck out his butt, and picked up one with a grunt.

…………

……

Casting, molding, welding.

Until the faint blue light illuminated the darkness.

A round column-shaped object similar to a hand lamp was placed on the tool table as a finished product. There were also several neat rubber wires connected to it. If you look closely, you can see the blue light arc flashing through the curved lines.

"It's really beautiful." Yinsen came closer wearing glasses: "But... this doesn't look like a Jericho missile, Stark."

"Because this is a small arc generator." Tony looked at the arc generator and wondered what he was thinking. "I have a high-power one in my factory. This thing can prevent shrapnel from entering my heart..."

"It? How much power does it have?" Yinsen asked.

"Three joules per second."

The man was shocked.

This magnitude of release...

"It can make your heart beat for fifty lifetimes."

"Well... or maybe keep some big guy alive for fifty minutes." Stark looked at the blue arc generator and whispered. This was their only hope of getting out.

The following work became more compact and busy than before. Detailed drawings and circuit diagrams, mechanical structures and weapon designs gradually took shape and were realized in Yinsen's "incredible" whispers.

Tony Stark is a genius.

One hundred percent genius.

"I like to hear you praise me - it's much better than you always looking at me with loving eyes from behind my back. Yinsen, say it with your mouth, I always feel like your adoring eyes are about to pierce my butt."

He was responded with a middle finger.

Tony's design of the 'Fly over the valley to defeat the terrorists and walk out of the desert in style 1.0 model' was basically completed. Relaxing, the two heated some water on the stove on a snowy night and chatted pleasantly.

Chapter68 Birthday balloons and bunny slippers

"You haven't told me where you came from."

"A small town called Gumi'la." Yinsen stared at the steam rising from the cup: "It's a very nice place."

"Any family?"

The gaze behind the glasses paused.

Yinsen let go of the cup, crossed his arms and smiled naturally.

"Of course, I'll see them once I get out of here...what about you, Stark?"

Stark has no family.

Before this, he walked in the world with his arrogance and loneliness.

"No." Yinsen didn't seem to be sorry about this. He looked at Stark: "You are a person who has everything and nothing."

Tony saw kindness in Yinsen's eyes - damn, if he was right. He didn't like being pitied, especially by men (because inspiring a woman's compassion for motherhood has a chance to get the "through train" achievement). At this moment, the emotion in Yinsen's eyes was more serious than pity.

He couldn't quite adapt.

Tony stood up, picked up the cloth on the table and wiped his clean hands, feeling a little at a loss. "Okay, okay. A warm night, a fire, hot water, and heart-to-heart talks, huh? I..."

"You don't have to reject it so much." The eyes behind the transparent lenses were full of understanding. Yinsen was much older than him and had experienced all kinds of things in the world. "Stark, you are like a hedgehog, with sharp thorns erected, rejecting everything around you with a sharp attitude."

Stark didn't want to continue this 'tender' topic with Yinsen.

"If I can escape this time, I will definitely stick a few apples on my back - let's get started, I guess the strong men won't give us more time." He glanced at the camera above obscurely. "We need a plan, Yinsen."

Yinsen's plan is to help Stark assemble his big toy like Lego, and then watch him kill everyone quietly.

——If the other party is not a fool, they will not be given the time to fight.

"The bomb on the door will stop the first wave."

Separate metal modules were stuck on the man's body. The chest armor, leg armor, and face armor were placed on the tool table. The rough-lined armor made of gray metal was connected to the laptop by a black circuit: Tony Stark needed to transmit the control program he wrote through the line.

This will take quite some time.

Moreover, they had already heard the sound of hurried footsteps and guns being loaded. At this moment, two people were standing in the blind spot of the monitoring equipment, one was wrapped in armor and could not move, and the other wore glasses and blocked his ears with two fingers.

Open the door, connect the circuit, and detonate the bomb.

Bang——! !

Flames are bursting!

Gravel and sand fell like a waterfall.

Tony pouted a few times: "I thought you would help me block it."

"I thought you would help me with the eleven-cycle disassembly work." Yinsen glanced at him and walked to the computer: "Which one should I press?"

"Enter, i, Enter, c, don't, don't touch anything else."

A fluorescent green progress bar appeared on the laptop screen.

Good, expectedly slow.

“My computer wouldn’t be that slow.”

Yinsen walked to the door and picked up a submachine gun: "But your computer won't appear in this cave, Stark." He turned around and glanced at the man imprisoned by steel: "I'll hold them back."

"No...No! We have a plan! Follow the plan Yinsen!"

Tony shouted anxiously to the man who was about to step out of the door. With only one gun, there were dozens or even hundreds of people on the other side - he was going to die.

"Yinsen, the plan we agreed on before!"

Yinsen sighed briefly: "We didn't have a plan before."

"Then I have it now. Put down the gun and walk behind me. Come on, you will soon witness the birth of a miracle." His words could not stop Yinsen... or he knew that Yinsen's move was correct. It's just that he couldn't watch the man who saved his life, enlightened him, and lived with him day and night die.

He could before, but now he can't.

"Let me think, let me think...let me think! Don't worry!" Tony suddenly got angry at himself and growled, "There must be another way! Don't worry Yinsen!"

The dense footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"There's no way, Tony! If I could wish for a superhero to come and save us--"

call--

A gust of wind blew up a stack of production drawings.

The conversation between the two people came to an abrupt end.

They saw the brilliant flames of the tree branches appear out of thin air, and then entangled into a thicker golden red. It ignited from the void, and then, circle after circle... circle after circle, connecting the beginning and the end, gradually forming a circular door that was half a person high.

Opposite the 'door' is a huge living room.

Deep red carpet, frameless glass bar, display cabinets. Behind the huge French window is a swimming pool with a retractable roof - and then there are slippers.

A thin white ankle, feet in white velvety bunny slippers. The girl who stepped out of the fire ring was wearing white stockings above the knee, a small skirt, a blue top with puff sleeves - wisps of black hair were curled and scattered on her chest and back.

Just like a girl who just arrived home and only changed into slippers without having time to change clothes.

She held a cup of milk tea in her left hand and a string of thread in her right hand - on the other side of the thread was a group of gold and silver balloons floating above her head.

Guns, wars, terrorists, dirty and messy caves, armor, and tight time.

A bunch of balloons and bunny slippers…

The balloons were inscribed with the words: "Happy Birthday to Ms. Mori Yuesa!" - the key point is that this is not Mori Yuesa's birthday.

Who asked the restaurant to organize an activity of singing birthday songs and giving balloons to children who have birthdays?

So the liar found the waitress with a sad face and told her that it was her birthday today but she didn’t bring her ID card…

Ah, speaking of which, it was really fun to hear a few cute cat-eared girls singing birthday songs for her.

Tony Stark and Yinsen stared blankly at the circle of rotating orange flame gates, watching the girl slowly walk out carrying balloons and milk tea, and then handed the things in her hand to the woman behind her with disgust, then tiptoed to find a clean place to step... and stood on it.

—Their only bed, by the way.

'Yinsen, make another wish for this year's Victoria's Secret Angels to appear naked in the cave. Come on, Yinsen.'

'…Am I hallucinating, Stark?'

'I don't remember having mushrooms with dinner.'

And there's another reason why Tony Stark is so sure this isn't some hallucination or terrorist plot.

He knew this girl.

And I've seen it thousands of times.

It was just on oil painting before, but now it’s face to face.

He looked at the girl who walked out from the firelight, looked at him rubbing the soles of his little rabbit shoes on his bed with disgust, and looked at the woman beside her.

Stark opened his mouth:

"…Happy birthday?"

Chapter 69 Someone Who Will Never Appear

"…Happy birthday?"

An extremely unscientific scene unfolded in front of the two men.

"Hey, nephew!" Mori Yuesha jumped from the bed to Tony's workbench, and used her toes to move the welding gun and other parts to the ground, making room for herself to move around. "I'm here to save you!"

Great nephew...

Coming back to his senses, the man remembered his current situation.

Time is running out!

"Yinsen! Come and help me!" Thoughts intertwined quickly. Since she could walk out through that door, they could go back through that door. "Help me remove the breastplate! Hurry!"

The two men hurriedly began to re-tighten the screws and disassemble the parts.

Mori Yuesha poked Nagini: "That robot is so cool."

cool…?

Nagini glanced at the dirty iron box: the gray surface, the charred welding points exposed; the bloated waist and chest armor, the clumsy hand and leg armor - if it was not assumed in advance that it could move, this thing would definitely not meet the maid's aesthetic standards.

She likes slender, small, soft and warm...

“…What?”

Nagini rolled her eyes at Mori Yuesa.

Asking knowingly.

"Hee... You don't understand. Metal, fire, bullets, da da da da! How cool, Nagini. Don't you want to kill everyone in this armor?"

No, absolutely not.

I can still kill people even without wearing it.

"Let my nephew make you a suit of armor for snakes to wear. I'll ride you and install some cannons! How about... a pair of wings?"

So you've totally given up on riding Cookie, maybe.

"No, she's already losing weight."

This time Nagini was really surprised.

How did Mori Yuesha... make that little fat dragon determined to lose weight?

"I told Arrietty to tell her I haven't tasted dragon flesh yet."