Marvel’s Superman

Get out of the doorless bar and drive into New York City.

Looking at the enthusiastic secret visitor, Luke responded calmly while raising his vigilance.

In response to the current situation, he had many ideas.

Such as beauty tricks, lure traps and the like.

"Everything seems to be getting interesting."

Forty minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi and followed the secret customer who twisted his waist.

In his opinion, the other party is the queen of the border of hell, and he is also a popular player in the supreme mage battle.

Taking the initiative to give him a hug, and being so enthusiastic and frankly provocative, he must have some ulterior motives.

There is no free lunch in the world, and there is no good thing that beautiful women deliver to your door in vain.

Even as a strong and healthy male, Luke is confident in his charm.

However, he did not redeem the Nightwing Dick Grayson's "Forgive Hat Giver" skill card.

How could it be possible to successfully capture a young, lively, sexy and charming female superhero within half an hour.

This is a bit exaggerated!

Superman is a walking sorceress pile driver, not a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically emits hormones and has aphrodisiac effects.

"The room is big, well, the bed is big too."

Luke swiped the room card and walked into the luxurious suite where the secret guest was.

This is the Hilton Hotel in the heart of New York City. It seems that the Queen of Hell's Frontier has a very nourishing life after returning to Earth.

"Then why don't you try the bed—to see if it's soft?"

Luke was looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV—as most people do in hotels.

Although no one really wants to watch TV, or the news.

But they always open up subconsciously, as if following a certain custom.

However, wait until Luke finishes the set and turns his back.

He found that the mic was removing his boots and leather pants almost at an extraordinary speed.

What catches the eye is the beautiful person leaning on the head of the bed.

Ah, this...the process of chatting and heart-to-heart doesn't go away?

Isn't the pace a little too fast!

"If you feel hot, you should turn on the air conditioner in the room."

Before figuring out what came from, Luke tried his best to make his speech appear steely and straight.

"When I just saw you, I somehow felt very attractive. The impulse in my heart made my heart feel hot... I don't know what your name is?"

Myster's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.

It seemed that he was going to pierce his soul through that handsome skin.

"Oh, even if the name, gender, and sexual orientation have not been determined, how dare you ask someone to open a room?"

Luke's expression remained the same, but he secretly complained in his heart.

"I am Stephen Strange's contractor, an ordinary mage."

This is how he introduced himself.

"Strange... oh, you mean that stinky man who fell into the sewer and just climbed out? To be honest, it's surprising that he survived the first game."

Mi Ke has no interest in competitors, so he said something indifferently.

Then, he turned his attention to Luke again.

"It's actually for me?"

Luke was a little surprised. He didn't do anything yet. The other party was so direct?

"Before I stepped into the doorless bar, the divination mother-in-law at the border of hell said that I would receive a surprise gift."

Myster stretched out one foot and hooked Luke's trouser leg, and his amber eyes were like a pool of spring water, which flowed out gently.

"It now appears that she was right at all."

Luke raised his eyebrows, is this Marvel's version of Journey to the West?

The person who drew the sword was the destined hero of the world?

He had never heard of such a setting.

"Sit closer and you will smell good."

The secret guest hooked his fingers, like a succubus in hell, releasing a seductive breath.

Luke, who was ready to fight while keeping his composure, sat down on the bed.

Before he could start talking, two white arms wrapped around his neck.

Snapped!

Original crystal chandelier.

Goes off instantly.

"The icing is off, but where are the cannonballs?"

Luke still hadn't figured out the situation until the last moment.

The queen of the border of hell is just greedy for her own body, or has other plans.

...

...

The scale of time, in people's subjective judgments, can actually be long or short, and it is not accurate.

If you are waiting for the bus and subway, or waiting for the school bell and school, then just a few minutes seem to be very long, as if the second hand is jumping extremely slowly.

It could be a nice vacation, or a rave party, and some other welcome situations, and a few hours are just a blink of an eye.

For example, Luke who ended the fight.

For him, he did not feel that the fierce battle would last long.

But by the time the curtains were opened to overlook the city below, the night was getting darker.

"So, you just simply want to sleep with me?"

Luke put on his nightgown and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

As the queen of the frontier of hell, a well-known young witch who is proficient in black magic, and a new generation of mutants, Myke's personal strength is quite outstanding.

Possessing a physical quality that is close to that of a demon, no matter in terms of flexibility or endurance, among the opponents Luke has encountered, they are all excellent.

In short, it is very suitable for piling.

"I had something serious to say, but... then I forgot."

Mi Ke lay down on the bed softly, his waist-length blond hair spread out, covering up his beautiful curves.

"That old liar, Mephisto, should be next door, you can go over there."

Luke was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Next time, activities like this that promote physical and mental health can actually be put to the back."

He didn't expect that he had put the Mephisto pigeon invisibly and made the other party wait in vain for several hours.

Of course, I didn't expect that the secret guest rolled the sheets so directly that Luke felt an inexplicable feeling of being prostituted for nothing.

"But what is Mephisto doing for me?"

Luke took off his robe and went into the bathroom.

No matter which universe he is in, he and the hell lord are never masked and have no friendship.

"The participants in the Supreme Master's hegemony battle, the old liar has all been in contact with each other in private."

The secret answered weakly.

"It seems that there is a big move in hell."

Luke's eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Mephisto has never dealt with Supreme Mage, often secretly doing things behind his back, always acting as a villain who hides behind the scenes.

It seems that this wave of Gu Yi pretended to be dead, and it is very likely that he caught a big fish.

"That... Luke, leave a phone call and make an appointment next time you have a chance."

The secret guest made no secret that she was satisfied with Luke in all aspects and believed that she could develop in the long term.

"We'll meet again soon, don't worry."

Luke laughed and pushed the door out.

He is no longer limited to piling sorceresses, and even female demons are not spared—mysters are, to some extent, half-demons.

"It feels like you've gone further down the wrong path and gone forever."

Luke shook his head, determined to resist the temptation of the outside world.

He pushed open the door next door and saw an old man in a suit with a sullen face.

The other party sat on the single sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.

The extremely strong, almost unmaskable smell of sulfur filled the room.

A mage with a slightly sharper perception, or a person with psychic abilities, can fully perceive it.

"I originally invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately only six came, and you are the seventh."

Mephisto put down the glass and said lightly.

"In fact, if I hadn't heard the movement next door, I would have thought you declined the invitation too."