Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

Kesha was holding a revolver. After thinking about it, she threw the revolver into her arsenal.

No matter how you look at the King of Angels holding a revolver, it doesn't make sense.

Having a gun in her arsenal seems a little overkill.

She promised the boy to keep it well and put it in the weapons arsenal. Her weapons arsenal can be said to be one of the few absolutely safe places in the known universe.

Kesha watched Adams leave. From now on, they would never meet again. Although he was just an ordinary boy, Kesha felt an aura similar to Kieran's from him.

Could this child be the incarnation of Kieran in the human world?

That old man with a gray beard is called the greatest prophet in the universe, the God of Time, and the observer of the universe. There are naturally thousands of incarnations, but there are so many planets and planes in the known universe. On average, these places

He doesn't have many clones, so he can't just come to Earth and be bumped into by her, right?

She came to earth to find the son of prophecy.

She always felt that Mu Qingan was hiding something from her. Kesha recalled the afternoon a day ago. The warm sunshine shone through the glass windows on the rows of bookshelves. Mu Qingan pushed the cart with books and walked in the sunshine.

Between the shadows, there is a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and an angelic girl with a beautiful face.

It looked like an accidental encounter, and when she thought about it carefully, it was full of deliberateness. When she thought of Mu Qingan's face that knew everything, she felt inexplicably disgusting, and that guy said he was a third of her own, and he was alone.

How could a human being on earth who was not even the first-generation god body be compared to one-third of the King of Angels? Even if it was one-thirtieth, she didn’t believe it, especially when Mu Qingan said this with a smile on his face

The element of modesty seemed to be specially given to her.

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New York, Anna Library.

Kesha finally returned to this place, and it was only when she walked up to the second floor that she felt something was wrong.

Why come back here?

There seemed to be a hint in the dark that was attracting her here.

What could suggest the divine Kesha?

The King of Angels, who was dressed like an ordinary girl, saw the familiar yet unfamiliar boy among the bookshelves on the second floor, and there was another group of people beside him.

A rabbit, a rich-looking uncle, a Spartan, a Zehouberry, a raccoon, a black iron man, the assassin who was with Mio that day, and a fighter.

For Holy Kesha, there is no secret to anyone under her eyes. Except for the black fool who cannot see the race clearly, she knows everyone else clearly.

Compared to "can't see clearly", Kesha didn't care much. Angel's knowledge reserve is not the best in the known universe, and there are many races she has never seen before.

What made her a little curious was the combination of this guy. There was nothing else about the others. The assassin was not strong, but the information was shrouded in a fog, and she couldn't read anything. The unshaven fighter gave her an extremely palpitating feeling.

The feeling is that if they fight, she may have to avoid the edge for a while.

Keisha read the information about this group of people in a leisurely manner. Although this approach was not good, but now that she was looking for the Son of Prophecy, all bad behavior seemed to have an excuse for procrastination.

"Madam, is there something wrong with what you're doing?"

Kesha suddenly turned her head and looked at the boy who didn't know when she appeared next to her.

"Mu Qing'an? Do you know what I'm doing?"

The way angels read information is not through innate abilities such as "telepathy", but through calculations and deductions through technological means such as "dark matter engines".

"Although I don't know, your method is not good, is it? No matter what reasons you give yourself in your heart."

Kesha snorted coldly, "Mind your own business."

Mu Qing'an smiled and said, "Actually, I am also nosy. I don't want to interfere with your behavior, but I suddenly discovered something interesting, so I couldn't help but tell you."

Mu Qing'an continued, "Aren't you looking for the Son of Prophecy? There is an assassin among this group of people, and he is the Son of Prophecy you are looking for."

"Why should I believe you?"

"I'm just telling you, not asking you to believe me."

Kesha looked at Wu Liuqi in the center of the crowd. He had just said something, and everyone had surprised expressions, as if they were thinking about whether what he said was right or wrong.

What did he say?

Kesha couldn't help but become curious, she seemed to hear the word Nibelungen.

This group of people shouldn't want to go to that country of death, right?

Kesha got closer, trying to hear what they were talking about. Suddenly, the ugly assassin slammed the table.

"Rainbow Sea! Canghui Galaxy! Nibelungen! Quantum Sea, these four places are definitely one."

This slap frightened the King of Angels.

She has heard about the Rainbow Sea, the absurd lie hundreds of years ago, she also knows about the Quantum Sea, the uninhabited land left after the annihilation of a certain technological civilization, the Canghui Galaxy...Kesha

After thinking about it carefully, Canghui Galaxy seems to be a legend from more than 100,000 years ago. What was she doing at that time? It seems that she was still the leader of the rebels in the City of Angels?

To say that these four places are one is really a big idea.

And these people seemed to believe it was true.

Kieran said that the characteristic of the child of prophecy is that his words are contagious and can infect the people around him unconsciously. At the same time, this person cannot be too weak, because there is not much time left for him to grow up. It is absolutely impossible to learn from scratch.

Too late.

Kesha couldn't help but look at Wu Liuqi. They had just met not long ago. This man was a student of Greenwood and a friend of Mio.

The Son of Prophecy is not easy to find because there is nothing particularly eye-catching about him.

This assassin looks very ordinary, but he looks a bit clown. Why does he put his hair up?

Wu Liuqi seemed to feel Kesha's gaze. He was silent in his own reasoning and suddenly raised his head.

"Wo!!!! What a beautiful girl!!!"

A chill arose in Kesha's heart. She turned sideways and whispered to Mu Qing'an, "This guy is the son of prophecy. Are you sure?"

Mu Qingan narrowed his eyes, "Of course, 100%."

"One hundred percent? So high? Why are you so sure?"

"There is no basis for it. If you are sure, you are sure. If you are not sure, I will not tell you."

Keisha rolled her eyes.

What I said is not what I said. This guy doesn't look very big. When he talks, he does have the feeling of an old monk practicing Zen, but there is no sense of Zen in his words. It seems that he is deliberately imitating those enlightened monks.

"Can you stop talking like that? It sounds awkward."

"What's wrong with my words? Does the King of Angels even have to control what others say?"

Kesha was so blocked that she didn't know how to respond, so she could only turn her gaze to the assassin who was drooling.

She also slapped her hands on the table and said forcefully: "Assassin, are you willing to come with me? Tianzhi City has a lot of women like me, sweet-sounding and soft-bodied little lolita, you can choose the domineering president!"