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"You're not a great magician."
Regardless of his status as a magical apprentice who only knew a few simple spells like healing and reversal magic, Connors vigorously contradicted Zatanna, the great mage of the magical world.
"Why? I just helped you solve the problem of the House of Mystery," Zatanna gasped.
"With fewer prefixes, you are the 'Great Magician of Harry Potter,'" Connors corrected.
The interior of the House of Mystery could change with Connors's mind. At this time, a wide floor-to-ceiling mirror was erected in front of the two. Once, on the edge of Gotham Forest, Connors's regret at not being able to create a mirror to watch the waves was made up here.
Zatanna, with her hands on the mirror, asked breathlessly, "I can make them bigger with magic."
"It's not necessary." Connors stopped Zatanna's thoughts.
A man can bend and stretch, and Connors did not continue endlessly. After Zatanna ushered in her third joy, she decisively announced that her primary school graduation design was perfectly achieved.
"Pandora is going to find Luthor now. Just take Wonder Woman and the others to squat in the prison of Metropolis." Connors lit a cigarette and said, while Zatanna washed herself in the changing shower, trying not to leave any smell on her body. She could use magic to eliminate smells, but magic didn't come as quickly as a hot bath. As for the fingerprints and palm prints on the body that could not disappear in a short period of time, this could not be restored by taking a shower and could only be done using magic.
"You're planning something big, right?" Zatanna walked out of the shower wrapped in a bath towel and said.
"Yes, something earth-shattering," Connors replied calmly.
"When you need my magic help to save you, you can quickly tap the ring three times to call me," Zatanna said. "I don't want to wake up one day and find out you're missing."
Connors glanced at his "J.S." ring and nodded with a smile. It wasn't that he needed Zatanna to save someone else, but with her words, he would not abandon her after the big event was completed. On the contrary, Connors had some expectations. The two Zatannas had the same appearance, but one was immature and ignorant, and the other still had charm. The two of them stacked on top of each other… he didn't know what it felt like.
In the same way, there were two Catwomen and two Wonder Women…
"Mr. Luthor, what are you looking at?" the female lawyer wondered.
She walked over to Lex Luthor. His eyes were looking through the lenses on the bridge of his nose at the newspaper's enlarged and bold headline:
"Superman is accused of manslaughter and a new member of the Justice League of America dies."
Lex Luthor seemed to block out the outside voices. He looked at the newspaper at this time and whispered to himself silently in his heart.
They say I'm a bad person, as easily as people define day and night. I think that's the only way those simple-minded guys can be sure of themselves and understand what's going on in the world. They use good and evil to distinguish everything, just like children. I never liked kids. Someone pulled the alien off the altar, but that person was not me. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous, but I'm more curious who did what to him? How? Why?
The lawyers around him were still talking and quarreling, making Lex Luthor's ears itch. "Mr. Luthor? Please concentrate for a while so we can—"
Lex Luthor interrupted them. "You're all fired."
The lawyers looked at each other, and the female lawyer pushed down her glasses, carefully discerning whether Luthor was mentally intact at this time. "Sorry, Mr. Luthor, but—"
"Get out. Immediately," Luthor said.
The lawyers whispered. They were unwilling to give up Lex Luthor's promised huge sum of money after his defense was successful, but now it seemed that the rich man loved to eat in prison, so they had no choice but to give up and leave one after another.
As soon as they left, someone came here again and called Luthor's full name. "Lex Luthor."
Luthor was a little impatient, and words squeezed out of his teeth. "I told you to leave."
But this time it was not the lawyer who came, but Pandora, a young girl covered in red robes.
"I'm Pandora, I—"
She came to this prison according to Connors's prompts, and sure enough, she met Lex Luthor, the "dark guy inside" Connors had mentioned.
But Pandora hadn't finished introducing herself when Lex Luthor interrupted mercilessly. "No matter who you are, if you think you appear in front of me out of thin air, I will be shocked and in awe, you will be disappointed."
"I've seen a flying guy with a red cape…"
So Luthor's words were also interrupted by Pandora in a learned manner, continuing her self-introduction. "I have a mission to save this world from the evil I once unleashed, which has taken root in people like you and continues to decay."
Lex Luthor stood up from his chair. Although it was called a prison, he was not shackled on his hands and feet. The space in this prison was also very large, surrounded by transparent hard glass. "Can you look at yourself first when you speak? Wearing a mysterious cloak and holding a golden skull with three clear eyes in your hand, you seem to be nowhere better than me."
He ridiculed her, but Pandora didn't care. Instead, she handed the golden skull-shaped magic box over. "It used to be those evil jails, and it can be again. I need you to open it."
"Go quickly, take Wonder Woman and take Pandora's Box back. By the way, don't hurt Pandora. She is just an innocent little girl," Connors said to Zatanna.
"You even fucked her?" Zatanna looked surprised. "She has survived thousands of years and is older than Wonder Woman."
"It's like a spring. The older the spring, the sweeter it is," Connors said. "And she just gained experience. Her body has always maintained the appearance of a girl."
Zatanna nodded as if she understood, opened the door of the House of Mystery, and jumped out.
"Atomica" lay on Connors's shoulder, stuck out her tongue, and licked the corner of her mouth. "Did I help you make great achievements just now? You have to thank me well."
"What you have done is not great merit, but something else," Connors said angrily. With the naughty ghost "Atomica" here, Connors didn't even have much thought in doing the foreplay. He and Zatanna went straight to the theme just now.
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