The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

Ryan stood on the wide lawn in the backyard, his face expressionless, but his golden pupils flickered in the sunlight.

Not far behind him, there were chaise longues in the shade under the parasols, and the two half-sisters looked at his back, muttering to themselves.

"I think there's something wrong with him." Yelena's brows furrowed slightly, puzzled.

Natasha took a cold breath

"The Light of American Comics" Chapter 67 The power belongs to itself is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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