[Comprehensive] Chaoying raises the Dark Lord

"You really need to go out and move around, sir, you're getting an anxiety attack."

Tony was still adjusting his thrusters when Tom said this to Tony.Tom used to see all the finished battle armor, and the technology is far superior than now, but now Tom has the honor to see the original appearance of the battle armor twice - there is no sloppy gold and red paint, and there is no tight-fitting armor. The battle armor is just a simple machine wrapped around Tony's calf and feet, and the thrusters are installed on the soles of the feet to allow Tony to fly.

"The house is so big, and I can fly a large circle in the armor, which is enough to 'move'." Tony replied, "Jarvis, let's start simple, [-] percent axial compliance, ready to— —”

"I think ten percent is a bit much, two percent at most." Tom said while eating expensive snacks from Tony's house.

Tony glanced at him, thinking who wants you, an ancient magician who hasn't even learned physics, to give advice... "Get ready! Three, two, one, start!"

With a bang, Tony flew upside down and was slapped on the wall with his head down.

Tom put his head close to the camera that was recording, and voiced loudly: "Brilliant!"

Not far away, Tony responded weakly: "Shut up..."

Tom walked over and was about to pull Tony up: "I told you to lower the tolerance." While speaking, he reached out to Tony, and Tony grabbed Tom's hand. Tom pulled hard, but unexpectedly, not only did he not pull He couldn't move, but he couldn't stand still, and threw himself into Tony's arms.

"You're probably trying to murder me with your weight, Mr. Smith." Tony put the emphasis on "Smith" deliberately.

"It wasn't intentional." Tom pressed Tony to his feet and patted Tony's chest with his paw, causing Tony to let out another groan.

Tom was wearing a shirt that slid down a corner, revealing the end of his wand pinned to the waistband of his trousers.Tony grabbed it and pulled it out, asking, "Why do you like this 'souvenir' so much? You take it with you wherever you go?"

"That's my talisman," said Tom solemnly. "Without it, I shall suffer bad luck."

"It's the 21st century, don't be superstitious." Tony said as he got up, "Guess what, I think I suddenly want to go for a drive again."

"Oh." Tom nodded. "Go ahead and have a good trip, sir."

Tony looked at him.

Tom looked back politely.

Until Tony couldn't bear it anymore, he took the initiative to say: "You are my assistant and my bodyguard, you should go with me."

"Where are you going? Go for a run in the canyon in a sports car?"

"Adult entertainment, gambling, alcohol, and a few more beautiful girls—" Tony glanced at Tom from time to time as if nothing had happened, and he saw Tom's face change slightly.

"Then maybe we should take a doctor there." Then Tom's expression returned to normal, and he replied.

"Doctor? To prevent my sudden death at any time?"

"No, to prevent you from getting sick at any time."

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"Tony Stark!"

As soon as Tony entered the casino gates, there were voices calling his name everywhere, mostly girls—of course.

"Have you recovered? I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Stark Industries really shut down the weapons department?"

"Who is this handsome guy next to him? Brother? An illegitimate child?"

"Not an illegitimate child, of course not. Tom, I'll teach you how to play—" Tony hurriedly answered the last question, and pulled him to his side, preparing to show Tom the entertainment methods of adults. Pulled a blank.

Tony turned his head suspiciously, just as he saw Tom being dragged towards a table surrounded by a group of people, being pulled by two girls of great stature.

"Have you ever played? It's very simple, three dice, compare the size, the biggest wins, and all the money they bet is yours." Vanessa, the blonde girl, held Tom's arm, and the two talked intimately. Lean over to the side of the table.

"I haven't played it before, you can show me the demo first, and I'll watch two games before playing." Tom smiled politely at Vanessa.

"Of course, handsome boy." Vanessa was so fascinated by Tom, she tilted her head and kissed him on the cheek.

Kiss!

Kiss! !

Tony pushed aside the girls around him, walked over aggressively, and pushed Vanessa away... No, it was a gentleman who pushed Vanessa away.

"I'll do it." Tony rolled up his sleeves and beckoned. The waiter behind him put the tray beside Tony, which was full of chips.

Tony glanced at Tom.

Tom blinked, understood something, and sighed cooperatively: "Wow, so many chips, how much do you want to bet, sir, all of them?"

"I have to save some for you." Tony grabbed a handful of chips, put them in front of him, picked up his dice cylinder, and shook it.

Tom put his arms around his chest, and Vanessa went around him on the other side, half of her body clung to his shoulders, boneless.

Tom frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, just moved towards Tony nonchalantly.

The last time I followed Tony to the casino, Tony might have been drunk and excited, and the action of shaking the dice was hypnotic, wishing to shake his arms off, but this time he was much calmer, he shook the dice steadily, and listened to the sound in the box. With a loud sound, he firmly buckled the box on the table.

Then he said to Tom, "Come, take a breath."

Tom: "..."

Do you want him to lie on the table with his ass pouted and blow at the dice?This is too embarrassing.

So Tom patted Vanessa on the shoulder: "You blow it."

Vanessa winked at him, bent down, her breasts and slender waist protruded beautifully under the thin fabric, and Tony's eyes couldn't help but glance over.

Staring at the dice being blown, Tony seemed to have realized something, glanced to the side, and saw Tom staring at him, but as soon as his eyes made contact, Tom naturally looked away and turned his head, instead looking at Watts. Nissa smiled.

Tony opened the dice cylinder awkwardly, two fours and one six.

The next two people showed their own dice respectively, and neither of them had as many points as Tony's.Tony showed a determined smile, but Tom rolled his eyes at his profile and snapped his fingers secretly. As soon as the remaining man showed the dice, three sixes blinded Tony's eyes.

Originally, his face was full of determination to win, but now Tony stretched his face, and picked up the dice unconvinced: "Come again."

In the next few hands, Tony felt as if he had touched shit with his hands before going out. The smell was so bad that he couldn’t help himself. He rolled two threes and one four, and the other three were more than ten, and he rolled two fives. There are three sixes and three sixes. Tony couldn’t help but want to check if the opponent secretly replaced the dice with six sides to cheat. Soon, there was only one chip left beside Tony. Poor little one.

"If you lose any more, your underpants will be here, sir." Tom laughed and pushed him away, "I'll do it."

Tony moved aside for him, and because it was too embarrassing to lose, he couldn't help but said stiffly: "It's up to you to win back my Stark Industries, Tom."

Tom shook the dice cylinder twice casually, then put the cylinder on the table, while the other three were still shaking it, he showed his own cylinder first.

One slip, three, four, five, it's really not a sure point, there was booing around, Tony reassured: "It's okay, I have enough money for you to lose, just play whatever you want."

Tom laughed and said nothing.

After a while, the other three opened the dice cylinder, three ones, three twos, three threes, and Tom, who rolled out three, four, five, became the biggest winner. He got back all the losing chips. Immediately, the chips piled up in front of Tony again.

Tony took a deep breath and resisted the urge to report the unscrupulous magician for cheating for money.