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Chapter 21 Magic Conch
The sun is still shining on the beach of Masha Island.

"I feel like a fool!"

Walking on the beach, holding a detector, Tony felt a little annoyed, and Natasha, who was following him, had a slight embarrassment on her face.

People around them all looked at the couple with strange eyes. The girl was very beautiful, but the boy seemed to have some problems with his brain, and he looked very familiar.

Oh, yes, it looks like this is Monopoly Tony Stark.

One of the tabloid reporters' eyes lit up, and he had already thought of tomorrow's headlines.

It's called "Shocking, billionaire Tony Stark went insane and went treasure hunting on the beach, presumably because he was laughed at by a big star."

If a few bodyguards in black suits hadn't come over and persuaded him with a smile, he would have done it.

Tony Stark seemed unaware of the commotion around him. He waved the metal detector in his hand, occasionally bending down to carefully check the weak signal sent by the detector, and sometimes looking up at the vast ocean.

If you ask Tony what kind of mood he is in at this moment, the only answer is regret, extreme regret.

This little secretary tricked me!

I thought I could have a big fight with her on the beach, but as soon as I got here, she threw a metal detector at me.

He said he was looking for treasure, and for some reason I agreed to do so.

As a result, now I have become a huge fool!

Tony Stark's mood was as complicated as the metal detector in his hand that kept beeping. He was annoyed that he fell into the trap so easily, but also felt a little unwilling and curious.

He glanced at Natasha who was pretending to be looking for the "treasure" beside him, and secretly complained in his heart: "This woman is really getting more and more playful."

However, even though it made a fool of himself as a genius, he had to admit that such an experience was a rare pleasure for him.

He was going to die anyway, so what was there to let go of?

"Well, now that we're here, let's just have fun."

Tony made up his mind secretly. He deliberately increased the amplitude of his movements, bending down, standing up, and bending down again, as if he was really looking for some rare treasure.

Natasha felt a little better when she saw this. She had no interest in this treasure hunt. It was all just the director's task.

However, seeing that Tony, who was deceived into coming here, was having so much fun, how could she, the person who "invited" others here, not be serious?

The two of them sang in unison and unknowingly created a special kind of tacit understanding.

At this moment, the metal detector suddenly sent out a strong signal. Tony's eyes lit up and he quickly signaled Natasha to be quiet.

He dug carefully into the sand, his heartbeat quickening as the depth increased.

Finally, a slightly old conch-shaped object appeared before his eyes.

Tony picked up the thing and looked at it carefully. He found that it was spiral-shaped, had a light purple hue, and had a drawstring inside.

"Wow, it turns out the magic conch really exists!"

Natasha deliberately pretended to be surprised and looked at Tony with eyes full of admiration.

Even though it was just an act, the acting was so superb and successful that Tony couldn't help but feel a little proud.

He coughed lightly and asked in a low voice: "Natalie, do you know what this is?"

“This should be the magic conch. I heard about this rumor when I was a child. It is on the beach of Masha Island, waiting for the destined person to get it.

It is said that the magic conch can answer any of your questions. I suddenly remembered this rumor, but I don't have much money, so I want to invite you to come and take a look."

Natasha was very happy, she walked up to him, touched him and looked at him, with a flash of admiration in her eyes from time to time. I don't know what other men would do, but Tony's tail was almost up to the sky.

He said with some pride: "So, I am the chosen one. Then how should I use this magic conch?"

"It's simple. All you have to do is ask a question and then pull the string."

Natasha smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and curiosity, as if she was also looking forward to the miracle brought by the magic conch.

But why does this proposal make me look like a fool?
"Stark, you are really great. I have never seen a man as good as you. Just show me a lesson."

Natasha came over, gently pulled Tony's sleeve, and spoke coquettishly to him in a gentle tone.

Tony was stunned by Natasha's sudden coquettishness, and then a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even though Tony has been hunting for beauties for many years, he still couldn't resist being acted like a spoiled brat like this.

"Well, since you said so, I'll perform it reluctantly."

Tony shook his head in mock resignation, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He raised the magic conch in his hand, cleared his throat, and said in an exaggerated and solemn tone: "Great magic conch, what should I do now?"

Then pull the drawstring.

"You should now move one step to the left or right."

As soon as Tony finished speaking, a mechanical female voice answered him.

"What? Say it again?"

Tony blinked again, somewhat confused, and pulled the cord again.

"You should now move one step to the left or right."

???

"Can you say that again?"

"You should now move one step to the left or right."

Well, Tony was sure that this magic conch was a recording device.

The sound just now was the recording that was played before.

When Tony was about to check where the recording device was in the conch, he suddenly felt a lump of warm substance on his head.

He reached out his hand and touched it, and immediately understood what was on top of his head. It was a pile of natural residue, the leftovers after reincarnation.

Tony's face turned livid in an instant. Natasha couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Even the bodyguards were trying to hold back their laughter, especially Happy, whose thigh was swollen from being pinched by him.

"Stark, you should listen to the magic conch, poof!"

Tony's face turned pale in an instant. He glared at the culprit seagull, but could only blame himself for his bad luck.

"Well, it seems that I should indeed listen to the magic conch's opinion. What do you think this time?"

Tony smiled to himself and pulled the cord again.

"If you don't want to continue being a social idiot, go wash your hair and stop embarrassing yourself."

Natasha didn't know how Tony felt, but she was sure of one thing: Tony might have to take a plane and flee the island overnight!

(End of this chapter)