Proponents of both views can find a whole host of details to support their views, whether the Ancient One died generously for the future of the universe, or the Ancient One was a deceitful and famous.

However, in Clark's opinion, the ancient one's magical attainments are still very exaggerated, after all, a powerful demon like Black Sky seems to be able to clean it up with one hand.

Erica lay quietly in her chair, she looked very beautiful, with big eyes, long eyelashes, slightly pursed lips, and a cold expression, as if she were an ancient Greek sculpture.

The more he gets along with her, the more Clark can discover her strengths, and it seems that everyone with superhero potential has a strange personality charm.

This charisma may not work for everyone.

However, if you know how to appreciate it, you will naturally be attracted.

At some point, Erica's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes, blinking with her big eyes, and meeting Clark's eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

Erica looked at Clark without showing any weakness, and the two of them stared at each other like this, and it took a while for her to get up from the recliner when she couldn't stand such childish behavior.

"Clarke, you don't have to be so nice to me."

Clark looked into Erica's eyes and said seriously, "I'm willing to protect the good in my heart."

"Even if that were the case, I wouldn't be with you, I want you to know it in your heart."

She looked bravely into Clark's eyes, as if doing so would strengthen some kind of conviction in her heart.

Clark did a good job, at least compared to Matt.

However, there is always a hurdle in her heart that she can't overcome.

"Maybe I met you first, so I didn't have to worry about it like this."

She said in her heart.

A smile tugged at the corner of Clark's mouth, and he said nonchalantly, "Don't be under psychological pressure because I'm too good to you, I'm doing this to everyone."

He smiled sincerely, and his eyes were as clean as a child.

Erica still looked at Clark very seriously.

"I mean really, you don't have to."

Clark smiled, lowered his head, and when he lifted his head again, he also lost that hippie smile.

"Hello to you, you can just do it, you can get out if you can't stand it, I've never seen such a hypocritical woman as you, what's wrong with you?"

Erica looked at him in disbelief, her eyes wide open, and her mouth open in surprise, almost enough to stuff a large egg.

She had never seen Clark lose his temper with her, and in front of her, he was always gentle, with affection in his eyes, as if he could tolerate all of her....

"I'm sorry, I've not been in a good mood lately."

Clark said, scratching at his hair in frustration, looking completely broken.

"Listen, Erica, I don't want to tie you down, you can do whatever you want, and don't take my kindness to you as a psychological burden."

Clark turned and walked away alone, his back stretched long in the sunlight.

Returning to the residence alone, Clark did not regret the serious words to Erica, and if she left without conscience because of this, there would be nothing to say.

I opened the refrigerator, took a few slices of bread from it, and a bottle of beer, and filled most of the bottle happily.

Taking a bite of the bread, Clark shook the crumbs onto a piece of toilet paper, put a few drops of beer in the beer bottle cap, and knocked on the wall of his office, which suddenly popped up with a dark grid.

Putting the bread crumbs and beer bottle caps in, Clark exclaimed, "It's time to eat."

Suddenly, the seemingly ordinary wall began to change gently, as if a gust of wind blew away the dust, revealing the crystal clear cover inside.

The inside of the mask is densely packed, as if it were a small house like a child's toy.

Kim, who was only the size of his thumb, sat cross-legged in the small room in the center, looking refreshed.

He didn't seem to hear what Clark was saying.

So Clark tapped the mask in front of Kim and repeated, "It's time to eat! It's time to eat!"

Feeling the shaking of the earth, Jin Ji opened his eyes, he glanced at Clark without joy or sorrow, stood up, and went to get food.

Clark observed Jin Ji's actions with great interest, and saw that he was eating bread crumbs and drinking beer drops with peace of mind, quite at ease, and couldn't help but praise in his heart that he could bend and stretch and endure.

For ordinary people, I'm afraid I won't be able to think of such an insult.

Therefore, Jin can become the emperor of the underworld, not by shit luck, but by the quality of the people.

After feeding Jinhe, Clark turned around and jumped downstairs, the flesh armor covered his whole body in mid-air, and the powerful stealth ability made Clark land without anyone noticing.

He was going to arrest Osborne and be neighbors with Kim, and the thought of the Green Goblin, who was still at large, made Clarke's heart very uncomfortable.

Norman Osborne stood in his office on the top floor of the Osborne Building, looking through the clear glass at the bustling street below, his heart full of worry.

Since the emergence of that damn life pioneer technology company, Osborne Industries' stock price has begun to decline, especially after the regenerative serum and organ customization have been recognized by the market, Osborne's stock price has shown a cliff-like decline, and the group's business in various sectors of biomedicine has shrunk every day, and even the most profitable anti-cancer drugs have also been affected.

The board of directors is arguing every day, and seeing that his position as chairman is already a little precarious, those bastards on Wall Street who eat people and don't spit out bones want to replace him.

"This is a business that I founded single-handedly, everything is up to me, no one can threaten me, no one."

Norman Osborne thought with a gloomy gaze, looking at the shadow reflected on the tempered glass, and smiled evilly.

"Who?"

As if hearing something, Osborne turned around and found the office empty, as if the sound was just some illusion.

But Norman Osborne is a strengthened superhuman after all, with amazing senses, and although the stealth of Clark's flesh armor is strong, it cannot be perfect, without traces, and there is always a trace of dissonance in the environment.

He glared as he looked closely at where Clark was, as if trying to determine something.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Clark was not pretentious, he showed his figure generously, and then sat on the boss's chair of Norman Osborne, and said angrily: "I understand you, really, sitting in this position, it seems that the world revolves around me, life and death, climb up, who wants to come down."

Norman Osborne saw that the people were fearless, and his mind turned around, and he said tentatively, "I don't know what has offended Your Excellency, but we have something to discuss."