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Chapter 361 The person who provokes women

Logan, who cleaned herself up, was still a charming man. He could make people feel comfortable with a simple smile, nodding and just right words. Edith welcomed Logan's arrival, and Mrs. Valen was simply fascinated by this handsome young man. She held a cup of black tea, leaned against the door frame, staring at Logan. The tea had already cooled down, but she didn't realize it and was immersed in her own happy atmosphere.

"The sweet cakes you made are so delicious." Logan was not uncomfortable at all being stared at, and he said generously and cheerfully: "After being able to taste such refreshments, I immediately felt like I was alive again."

"Oh, thank you for your compliment, just the cookies with some light cream and raisins." Mrs. Valen said in a daze: "If you want, I can make some of them for you."

"Godmother!" Edith brought a pot of newly brewed tea and placed it on the table in the living room. Then he pulled Mrs. Valen's arm and dragged her away: "Go with me to prepare dinner and let these three men have a good chat..."

"I think the British are quite enthusiastic." Logan's words almost made Zhao Mai spew out the tea, and Tolkien's face was full of embarrassment. He took out his pipe slowly and calmed down his emotions by cleaning the pot.

"Who did you meet this time? Why were you beaten so badly?" Tolkien asked.

"Hey, after leaving you, I went to France. There were some old debts to pay in Reims. I couldn't lose my reputation for being a credible. As a result, I got the road sign wrong. It was probably because the local troops deliberately made the road sign back. It shouldn't be my fault. I came to Manet. On the way, I met a group of Germans. I had a very speculative chat with one of the boys named John Schmidt, so I went to his house as a guest."

"It was a good thing, and I just wanted to find a place to stay. Unexpectedly, the Allied troops came soon. John's house was flattened by artillery, so we had no choice but to continue to retreat. In this way, I took him all the way from Cologne to Essen. I thought of a way and took him around the defense line between both sides and went to Amsterdam."

Tolkien took a sip of cigarette and exclaimed: "You have traveled several times from the entire front line! You really have it! That boy is okay, right?"

"It's okay, he has a distant relative in Amsterdam. He is a shoemaker and looks quite decent. I entrusted him to the family." Logan ate another biscuit, wiped his mouth and said, "Amsterdam is full of spies from both sides, and I can smell their smell from afar. I was drinking well in a tavern and thinking about where to go later, but the result is..."

"So someone came to hit you?" Tolkien obviously didn't know Logan's routine, so he asked like this.

"No, I saw a beautiful woman, very beautiful, although she had a bad temper and had a hard fist, I still wanted to say that she was beautiful. At that time, I thought, as a gentleman, I should protect her. This is the minimum politeness, right? So I followed."

Zhao Mai pricked up his ears and wanted to hear what had been born, but Logan said very briefly: "Then he started fighting."

Tolkien's pipe was stopped in the air, and before Zhao Mai's biscuits were put into his mouth, the story came to an abrupt end. "What else do you want? Listen to how I was beaten so badly, thrown into the sea, and drifted all the way back to England? Is this what my friend did?"

"That's not what the story should be." Tolkien shook his head: "Since you don't want to talk about the details, then forget it. Can you tell me about that beautiful woman, she is a wizard, who deals with you with a spell?"

"No, that's a pure warrior, and he knocked me down with his fist." Logan snorted: "Later, I thought about it carefully, that was not the power and degree that humans could possess, and her age was not enough to master such good combat skills. I was in my 80s, and she had to be at least a few hundred years old, and she had to keep training!"

"Then you should know which side she is, the Allies or the Allies?"

"It was from the Allies. Halfway through the fight, an American, a civil servant's uniform appeared beside her, maybe a staff officer or diplomat. Then I knew the name of the woman, Diana Prince."

The teacup in Zhao Mai's hand fell down and was caught by him with his psychic power before smashing it to the floor. "Who did you meet? Diana Prince? Are you sure it's this name?"

"Why, do you know her?"

"Did she have a pair of silver bracelets on her wrist, using a long sword and a shield as a weapon, and a lasso on her waist?"

"I saw the silver bracelet and lasso, but I didn't see the long sword and shield." Logan leaned forward: "She has special weapons? She can just tear the house directly, so why do she use the long sword and shield? Do you know! It turns out that after fighting for a long time, she didn't use her full strength!"

"I think you are useless, right?" Zhao Mai recovered and joked.

"Of course, I'll let her go." Logan laughed twice: "Since you know her, tell me what her origin is?"

"That is the princess and heir to the throne of the Amazon clan, and she is a demigod." Zhao Mai said after thinking about it: "It is said that she will never grow old or die. Since she was born, she has been training, shooting arrows and swords, so she should be quite powerful in martial arts. But I have never seen her, and all these are heard of."

"Isn't the Amazon female warrior a myth? And Amazon is best at archery, right?" Tolkien put down his pipe, habitually took out his small notebook, and recorded his inspiration: an old and beautiful young woman who is good at using longbows and close-fitting martial arts. "Mac, where did you hear these things?"

"China has a history of more than 5,000 years, and it is normal to hear more stories." Zhao Mai was haha ​​and perfunctorily. It would be great if he could be in Amsterdam, at least he could see a Wolverine vs. Wonder Woman. Although these two are unlikely to have a love scene, the action scene is enough!

Tolkien was not about love or action, he was more about reality: "If such a powerful warrior helped, I think the Allies in this war will be sure to win."
Chapter completed!
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