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He wanted to pull out his finger, but the "eye" wouldn't let go at all.

"It's not over yet?"

Zhang Ming half-kneeled on the ground, his face was pale. If this goes on, he will be sucked dry.

Just when he was about to lose his hold, the terrifying suction force finally disappeared, and at the same time, a weak, scorching energy fed back into Zhang Ming's body along Zhang Ming's fingertips.

There is an extra gust of wind in the obviously gray and silent editing space!

Zhang Ming stared wide-eyed, the blue flame at his fingertips was swaying, and gradually turned emerald green.

Changed to the color of the Time Stone?

call--

The wind in the editing space became stronger, and the emerald green flames rose and spread rapidly. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Ming's whole body was covered in flames.

"what happened?"

Zhang Ming tried his best to calm down.

"Take a look at what happened just now." He pursed his lips, "This thing first sucked me dry, and after I lost any energy...it turned me green."

How do you say it sounds a bit weird?

Zhang Ming withdrew his divergent thoughts and focused on his body again. The emerald green flame burned on his skin, but it gave him a feeling of being continuously washed by the river, as if he was already in the torrent of time.

I'm green, but... I'm stronger!

The color is not important, Zhang Ming excitedly drew a line in the air——

six seconds.

Ok? ? ?

He stretched the timeline again.

Accuracy is unchanged.

The excitement on Zhang Ming's face froze, and he silently exited the editing space.

The number of cuts has changed.

The remaining 24 editing times have now become single digits.

"What a piece of crap!"

Zhang Ming smashed the pendant on the table, it was solid, the wooden table had a dent, it was fine, it just rolled in front of Old Wang.

"Have you tried it?" Lao Wang tidied up the pendant again and placed it in front of Zhang Ming.

"I just said that it is impossible for Gu Yi to give me really good things. If you hadn't said good things, she would have wanted to lock me up for the rest of my life."

Zhang Ming hung it around his neck casually, "Stop talking about that, what about Dr. Ethan, you said last time that he joined Karma Taj, can I meet him?"

"Not now, Ethan is practicing in seclusion. He is very talented and grows faster than I did back then. After the training is over, he will go out to practice for a while. At that time, he will go to New York to find you."

Since he couldn't see Ethan, Zhang Ming didn't need to stay, so he asked Lao Wang to draw a portal to New York.

"Say hello to Coulson for me." Lao Wang finally said, the two middle-aged men had a good impression of each other during the mission to protect Asgard last time.

After Zhang Ming said goodbye to Lao Wang, he returned to New York wearing a heavy pendant.

The portal opened in an uninhabited alley, and the end of the alley happened to be in the east. You could see the white belly on the edge of the sky. A wild dog was startled by the sudden appearance of Zhang Ming, and kept barking.

"Om - hum -"

The mobile phone, which had no signal before, vibrated non-stop as soon as he came back. Zhang Ming threw the leftover beef jerky to the wild dog, made it quiet, and connected the phone.

"Where have you been?"

"Kama Taj, the king asked me to say hello to you on his behalf."

Over the microphone is Agent Coulson.

"You disappeared for nearly four hours!"

Coulson's tone was sharp, "If you don't come back, the Security Council will issue a red alert, and you will be wanted again globally."

Zhang Ming remembered that because of Z's influence, he could not leave New York for the time being.

"I was taken away."

Coulson interrupted Zhang Ming and said the key information: "Your trial has been brought forward, and it seems that someone is trying to discredit you behind the scenes. I will wait for you at the Trident headquarters. We will discuss the specific situation in person."

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"You're here." Coulson sat on the chair, rubbing his temples tiredly.

Zhang Ming glanced at his wrinkled shirt, and put the breakfast he just bought on the table, "You didn't sleep all night, did you, I brought you breakfast."

Coulson blinked vigorously, trying to stay awake, and opened the bags one by one.

"Cantonese style breakfast with... coffee? It's really a strange combination, but it suits me right now."

"What happened?" Zhang Ming asked.

Coleson gulped down half a cup of coffee and ate two more soup dumplings before letting out a satisfied sigh. He dug out a copy from the messy documents on the table and handed it to Zhang Ming.