Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Gu Yi waved his hand and told them to relax.

The purple mana formed dark lines, interweaving around Mori Yuesha.

From the toes to the waist, and then through the top of the head.

They tangled and wove into incomprehensible patterns, with no curves, only sharp angles.

The repetitions overlap, getting faster and faster, and the light flashes!

Suddenly, the purple storm rolled up the corners of the mages' clothes, and Sen Yuesha was wrapped in the lines and slowly disappeared in the storm.

After a few seconds, the energy dissipated and the girl disappeared.

"Goodbye, crazy princess."

Gu Yi walked on tiptoe, hopping and skipping, and returned to his meditation room with a happy expression.

The surrounding mages were not surprised and discussed this visitor from another world in low voices.

"The Supreme Sorcerer intends to let her..."

"Shhh."

"That girl, is she too young?"

"……Small?!"

"I'm talking about age! She can't lead us."

"What kind of bullshit leadership do you need? You're already over 40! Good looks are justice!"

The other party was silent for a while.

"What did you do while we were meditating?"

"Look at something interesting..."

"what is that?"

"Hmm...interesting stuff."

"I'm going to tell Master Ancient One!"

"In fact, it was the Master who recommended it to me..."

Chapter 40 One day after leaving

Mr. Tony Stark is taking a break today as usual.

There was an opened bottle of whiskey on the glass table in front of the sofa, and the ice in the ice bucket had long since melted into water.

The floor was littered with underwear, coats, and shoes, leading from the living room door all the way to the bedroom, and the house was filled with a pungent smell.

The man had messy hair and looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

He walked out of the bedroom with his upper body naked, poured himself a small glass of whiskey, drank it all, and fell back on the sofa with a frown, rubbing his temples gently with his hands.

Clearly, the party last night was of high quality.

The man vaguely recalled the scenes of last night, and began to plan to find the next suitable target among those girls.

Suddenly, another pair of cold hands touched his shoulders, stroking down.

The golden hair fell on his chest, and his face still had the sultry warmth of the quilt.

The woman kissed the side of his face.

"My Mr. Charmboy, you weren't crazy enough last night, why don't you get up and have a drink first?"

The woman rubbed Tony's temples for a while, walked barefoot to the open kitchen counter, opened the refrigerator, poured two glasses of ice water and handed them to the man who was gradually getting better.

"Not enough." Tony Stark raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at the female model's figure. The other party was not shy at all. She narrowed her eyes and proudly showed the posture that made him proud countless times.

"You've been training too hard." The ice water slid down his throat, diluting the haziness of the early morning. "I think I can sponsor some money to help you improve the environment."

"We?" The blonde model sat down on the sofa, pressed tightly against Tony, and her slender fingers slowly slid down from his Adam's apple.

"Of course, you guys." Tony raised his head and closed his eyes to enjoy it: "You too. Anyway, it's not something I can control, right?"

The model agreed with a smile: "Mr. Charmer, you mean that I pushed you down?"

Tony opened his eyes and nodded innocently.

boo.

The woman kissed him.

"Another overtime game, little tumbler? Are you feeling alright?"

The naked blonde model raised her arms, hugged the man's neck, exerted force on her waist, and threw herself into the man's arms.

She giggled.

"My body?" Tony pinched the other's soft flesh in dissatisfaction: "You should have experienced it. My body is as eye-catching as my property and career."

"Great Stark!"

He opened his arms and let the woman hug his neck, his face full of arrogance and pleasure. After drinking the ice water, the man excitedly threw away the cup and picked up the blonde model in his arms.

The other party smiled foolishly.

Tony carried the woman and walked back to the bedroom he had just left.

As I passed the bar, a pleasant bell rang from the marble surface.

"Oh, I think it'll take a while. You should get ready first and do some warm-up." The man threw the woman into the quilt and winked at her, suggesting, "Like yoga - Hanuman pose."

After that, she turned and left the bedroom, picking up her phone impatiently.

"What did you say?!"

The other party said a long and detailed sentence, which cooled down the man's hot body.

"I understand. Let them come up." After a pause, Tony ordered, "Before that, find someone to clean up my living room."

Tony Stark, the actual owner of Stark Industries (STARK INDUSTRIES). Let's put it this way, if we talk about rich people, one of the first five fingers opened will always belong to him.

The living room is not decorated in a magnificent style, but rather is full of a sense of technology.

Wrenches and screws can be seen everywhere, as well as wires protruding from the wall. If there is an old-fashioned noble, he will definitely not like this living style of the young people of the new era.

However, Jack and Rose are obviously not included.

Jack, with his wrinkled face, gently supported Rose and stepped into Mr. Stark's house.

The butler, wearing a black suit, walked in tremblingly, leading two elderly men, both nearly a hundred years old.

The old woman was very stubborn and refused to sit in the wheelchair he pushed out.

"You weren't even born when I was a young man riding horses on the beach."

She glared at the housekeeper with her cloudy eyes, and then her husband on the other side also praised her and interrupted, "It's a fierce horse."

I don't know whether he is talking about wife or horse.

Mr. Stark changed his shirt, fixed his hair, and waited for the two elderly men, who were almost 200 years old in total. If it weren't for the name between the lines, he would never have let the model leave early.

He really likes the monkey god Hanuman style.

"What do you want to drink? You shouldn't be able to drink soda at your age, right?"

Tony raised an eyebrow and took two bottles of ice water and placed them on the table.

The two old people opposite were very affectionate. Even when they were sitting on the sofa, they held hands.

"Tony Stark, right?" The old man tapped his dry fingers on his knees. "My name is Jack Dawson, and this is Ruth Dawson."

After the introduction, he mentioned: "I know your father."

Yes, Howard Stark, and...

"And Mori Yuesha."

Tony laughed: "Ha, the answer is about to come to light?"

"No, young man, for you, it may just be the beginning of entering the deep sea." The old woman named Ruth laughed, with a mischievous look on her face: "You are still a long way from it, and we won't tell you."

"I don't know what Howard said to you. This time, we just want you to do us a favor."

Jack Dawson gave an address, and then Ruth took a document out of her bag and handed it to Tony.

"These are all the paintings we have accumulated throughout our lives. Please keep them for us. One day... well, one day when she comes back, give them all to her."

"Also, we sponsor many orphanages. If possible, please continue to sponsor them. This will be much more useful than spending your money on those models' butts."

Old woman Ruth's words were sharp.

Although she was old and hunchbacked, with wrinkles all over her face, the sharpness in her bones was not diminished at all. She spoke without mercy, just like a brave girl.

Tony shrugged, took the document and glanced at it...

He was shocked.

"So many Picasso paintings? Don't tell me they're all real."

"Of course." Jack Dawson raised his head and looked at Ruth tenderly: "We like him very much, and my sister also suggested that we collect more of his paintings."

"Also, sponsor more orphanages within your means."

“We all did it.”

The two old men looked at each other and held each other's hands with relief.

Tony put the documents away silently, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"It's okay, go ahead." Jack's face was full of wrinkles but he didn't look old. He raised his hand in a casual manner.

"I want to say...you, do you really think that girl is still alive?"

Chapter 41 The Bet after Leaving

"Of course she's alive!"

Tony's questioning words angered the old man. Jack's old face was full of anger: "She is Miss Forest. You don't know, you don't know how magical she is!"

"She will definitely live longer than me. In fact, I think she is hiding somewhere, laughing at us!"

Ruth stroked the back of her husband's hand, "Don't be impulsive, Jack, your body."

The old man leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily.

Tony didn't know what to say.

The name Mori Tsukisa can be said to run through his life. Since he was a child, his father often mentioned this name.

"She is a person who doesn't keep her word. I called her sister."

It sounds like he is an old man older than my father?

"I lost the bet, the only time in my life that I lost a bet." When he spoke, his father did not look depressed, but full of expectation and excitement: "So, I will make a unique travel suit for her, and the best weapon in the world."

His father was right, he only lost once, so everything that happened after that was successful.

Jack and Rose were chatting about the past, and Tony Stark was very happy to listen to the stupid things his father did when he was young.

"Stupid things? He didn't do that. He's much more mature than you." Ruth glanced at Tony and said, "Your father has been very smart since he was a child. When he was on that ship, he followed Mori Yuesha like a little tail most of the time."

It's hard to imagine that someone would now describe the great Howard Stark, founder of Stark Industries, as a little tail.

"It's a little tail, a very cute little tail." Jack smiled and said, "He was the last person to see Mori Yuesha. Didn't he tell you something about her?"

Tony shook his head.

Although my father talked about Mori Yuesha many times, in the end, the search and rescue team did not find the girl.

Tony thought she was definitely dead.