Chapter 992

On Christmas Day, a heavy snow covered the whole city.

Daisy and Wanda, who came to the fortune telling house for vacation, built a snowman outside the house together, and then went to the mall for shopping.

Aaron decorated the Christmas tree in the house, sat in front of the fireplace and warmed up, while completing the first book in his life.

"You haven't finished writing that book yet!" Hela casually pulled a fruit from the Christmas tree and teased it while eating it.

"The standards I want have been set a long time ago, but I want to write a story and ending that belongs to the devil. This is not that easy." Aaron sighed with some melancholy, "Also, His Highness Hela, then I made a Christmas tree out of a manna tree and saved it for dinner.”

The Nectar Tree is worth a thousand delicious points. The entire tree is a delicious dessert that can be eaten. It was originally tens of meters high, but because the longing body had to store energy for food, most of it was allocated to the Bohart star. He left only one section of the trunk to make the Christmas tree.

"Don't be so stingy. Ninety-nine percent of it is going to be kept to feed the dragon." Hela glanced at Abe, who was squatting next to the sofa. It was self-evident what he meant.

Aaron was speechless and glared at Abe angrily.

The holy dragon's hair had long since flowed all over the floor. If he hadn't been guarding it at home, not even half of the nectar tree would have been left.

As night fell, Aaron, Hela, Jane, Daisy, Wanda, Abe and Pietro, who was temporarily pulled over to join in, sat around the dining table and enjoyed this extraordinarily sumptuous Christmas dinner together.

A whole Christmas tree decorated with various fantasy ingredients was divided into one large piece and six small pieces. One large piece was put into Abe's rice bowl, and the remaining six small pieces were divided equally among the others. I didn’t know that I thought it was the dragon in charge!

Although he felt a little awkward, Aaron was still very satisfied with the festive atmosphere of this Christmas. He thought that his first Christmas in this world was quite boring, and he could only comfort himself by using magic to conjure up the illusion of his family.

After the dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Aaron did not drag the drunken Daisy to do exercises on the bed. He kissed her on the forehead and immersed his consciousness in the spiritual world.

"Uh...Merry Christmas!" The little naughty smile was a bit far-fetched, "Speaking of which, I haven't had a holiday for more than half a month. Master, have you tightened my strings too much?"

"Are you aggrieved?"

"No, no, how could I be wronged!"

"You don't have a holiday, so I have a holiday?" Aaron said speechlessly, and then opened a Kama Taj-style portal, taking the little naughty boy to a forest and snowy field.

A manna tree decorated like a Christmas tree stands here. The branches are covered with various decorative ingredients, which looks particularly attractive under the moonlight.

"This?" The little naughty boy tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what Aaron meant.

"It's impossible to have a holiday, but I still have to wish you a Merry Christmas." Aaron said, taking out a light white wand suitable for women from the space magic array, "This can be considered a Christmas gift for you! "

"For me?" The little naughty boy was a little flattered, "For my wand?"

Aaron showed a mysterious smile, "This is called a Muggle wand. As the name suggests, it is a wand that ordinary people can use. Its magic power comes from the magic crystal in the handle.

I made some modifications to its appearance. Although it can only use the simplest floating spell, the magic power in your body can charge the magic crystal. "

"Does that mean I learned the levitation spell?"

"It can be understood this way, but the heavier the floating object, the greater the magic power consumed."

"I won't treat it as a toy." The little naughty said immediately.

"It's best, but more importantly, it can change its form." Aaron said, putting the wand close to the little naughty wrist. The wand automatically bent and turned into a pale white bracelet inlaid with gems, which was put on her wrist. On the wrist, "the effect is the same as if you were holding a wand."

The little naughty boy looked at the bracelet in surprise, "Can I try it?"

"sure."

The little naughty boy took a few steps forward and stretched out his right hand towards the flying white snowflakes in the sky.

With the input of magic power, the wand on his wrist trembled slightly, and the falling snowflakes floated in the air.

"Oh my God! It feels like I'm God."

"It's better not to talk nonsense." Aaron's mouth twitched, "There is heaven and hell in this universe, but I can't defeat God."

The little naughty man stuck out his tongue and stopped casting the spell, "It was just a joke."

"My shadow warriors will bring this wand to your bedside so you can see it when you wake up.

You've received your Christmas gift, and you can start training. "

"Okay, my respected master." The little naughty said perfunctorily, then took out Aaron's white wand and practiced the Patronus Charm.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A white mist shot out from the front of the wand, dispelling the coldness in the air.

After practicing the Patronus Charm for more than half a month, even with the magic power close to that of the Great Mage and his professional wizard guidance, she could not summon the Patronus, and even the shield could not be fully summoned.

However, compared to her initial performance, it can be considered an improvement, but not much.

As for Kama Taj's energy whip, she was able to condense it, but her combat effectiveness was a bit unsatisfactory.

This is not surprising to Aaron. Before becoming a mutant, the little naughty girl was just an innocent girl. It is not realistic to become a warrior in a short period of time.

...

After more than two weeks, Daisy's vacation ended.

Aaron sent her away in person and once again lived a life of being alone in bed.

However, not long after the peaceful days, Coulson called.

"Aaron, there is something really important this time."

"But pull it off! It doesn't matter what happened to you!" Aaron complained speechlessly, "I'll give you ten seconds. After that, I will consider whether to help you."

"Simmons is missing."

"Wow! This is really urgent!

Don't tell me that she was thrown into the sea again. I'm not responsible for retrieving the body. You'd better find a way on your own! "Aaron said in a perfunctory tone and hung up the phone.

"Won't you help?" Wanda asked with some confusion.

"There are too many missing people in the world. Do you think SHIELD can't find any of them with its capabilities?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again, and it was Phil Coulson.

"Hey! Didn't I say that? You guys can figure it out on your own."

"If we had our way, we wouldn't have called you." Coulson said anxiously, "Simmons was swallowed by a boulder, a black boulder that could liquefy."

"A stone that can liquefy?" Aaron frowned slightly and murmured thoughtfully.

"Do you know?" Coulson asked hurriedly.

"How could I know? You have the wrong person."

"That's right, you are a fortune teller.

We really have no choice but to ask you for divination. "

"Well..." Aaron hesitated for a while, "Friendship is friendship, and transaction is transaction."

"We need your help and we won't let your work go to waste."

"Okay! Divination is within my ability."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the store door was suddenly pushed open, and an unshaven Fitz walked in.

Compared with the last time we met, this talented researcher looked much more haggard, and his eyes still showed a hint of nervousness.

"Alas! The power of love is so great!" Aaron sighed with emotion, "You look like you have lost half of your soul."

"Fitz?" Colson's voice came from the phone, "He went to find you?"

"It's obvious."

Coulson paused, "I knew it would be like this."

"Fitz, we all understand how you feel. We also want to get Simmons back, but it is wrong to act without permission.

Especially when you took Lola away without my consent and asked Skye to cover for you..."

Fitz walked quickly to Aaron, said 'sorry' to the phone, and then hung up.

"As for it?"

"They have been taking turns to persuade me these days, and my ears are getting calloused." Fitz said with a forced smile, "Help me divine Simmons' location."

"Shouldn't we divine her life and death?"

"She must still be alive, I believe she is still alive."

"For the sake of being an acquaintance, one hundred thousand dollars."

"Do you have to charge for this?" Wanda couldn't help but ask.

"I don't accept free prostitution. Besides, he can afford the money. If it doesn't work, it can be reimbursed!

Believe me, that guy Coulson still cares about the people under his opponent. "

"Okay, one hundred thousand, I'll call you after the divination is over." Fitz said anxiously, "Can the divination be done?"

"Okay." Aaron put the crystal ball on the table slowly and concentrated on divining Simmons' situation.

As the layers of fog in the crystal ball dissipated, a familiar figure appeared in Aaron's sight.

This is a desolate land, with a dead asteroid hanging on the horizon, bringing a faint light to the planet.

A woman is running breathlessly on the dark plain, and behind her is a violent sandstorm...

"Tsk!" Aaron smacked his lips and shook his head at Fitz with a complicated expression.

"Tell me she's still alive, please tell me she's still alive." Fitz's eyes trembled, and there was obvious pleading in his voice.

"She's still alive."

call!

Fitz breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled inadvertently, "Where is she?"

"I can tell you responsibly that she is not on earth."

"Where is that?"

"It's so funny. Do you think I, a native creature like me, can name a strange planet?

But I can give that planet a very appropriate name. "Aaron smiled mysteriously, "Wasteland. "

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked.

"There is no life, no resources, no light, and even no water." Hela kindly explained, "This environment is a wasteland."

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Aaron clapped his hands and gave Hela a thumbs up, "The description is very accurate."

"Perhaps the only good thing is... there are no enemies, and even if there are, they are very weak enemies. After all, they can't survive.

But the creatures that can still survive in such an environment..."

"Very dangerous," Aaron added.

"That's right."

"Jane, bring me a piece of white paper, paint, drawing board and brushes.

For the sake of 100,000 US dollars, I simply did my best to give him a detailed description of Simmons' situation. "

Jane nodded slightly and brought over a set of painting tools.

The divination just now was recalled in his mind, and the memory was fixed on Simmons' embarrassing moment escaping from the sandstorm.

Ten minutes later, a simple oil painting was completed.

Endless wasteland, weathered rocks, dead planets hanging in the sky, sweeping sandstorms, and Gemma Simmons running in embarrassment at the front with a torn shirt and obvious blood stains on her forehead.

"It's so depressing." Wanda's expression trembled slightly, "It feels like being exiled."

"Real exile is not comparable to this." Hela said disapprovingly. The environment in Helm Hades was much more depressing than the Death Star.

"There are differences between people." Aaron glanced at Hela and emphasized the pronunciation of the second word 'person'.

Gemma Simmons is a human, and Hela is the goddess of death. Hades is her second home, but it is not comparable to the first home.

"I would like to ask, how long has she been missing?"

"Half a month." Fitz said with difficulty, "I used every possible method to study that boulder, but found nothing. The time when that boulder liquefies is completely irregular."

"Interesting." Hela's mouth curved.

"Where is the fun?" Wanda frowned, feeling a little dissatisfied with Hela for the first time, not so gloating!

"Are you still too young to notice the important point?" Aaron pointed at Simmons on the oil painting, "How does she look?"

Wanda looked at it intently and said with some confusion: "Isn't this the time for you to show off your painting skills?"

Snap!

Aaron covered his face and shook his head, "Jane, tell her."

"Yes." Jane walked up to the painting and pointed at Simmons' face. "It can be seen that she is very anxious, but she remains calm in the face of danger, which proves that this is not the first time she has encountered this situation.

Looking at her condition and the red blood on her forehead, she could be considered healthy.

But she had been on that planet for half a month. How could an ordinary human survive a sandstorm without eating or drinking for half a month?

Apparently, she found food and drinkable water in the wasteland, and the air and gravity had little effect on her. "

"Did you hear that? This is called professionalism."

The corners of Wanda's mouth twitched slightly, and she was speechless for a moment.

"What's interesting is that as a human born and raised on Earth, what can she eat and drink if she wants to survive in a strange and desolate wasteland?

The food and water in the wasteland may not be very friendly to humans, and her recipes may include the corpses of aborigines, but she has no choice. "

"Others are surviving in the wilderness, but she is surviving to the extreme.

The good news is that she's holding on for now. "

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