The God of Injustice in Marvel

In the early morning, Leon (hereinafter referred to as Leon) woke up from an uncomfortable bed and took the little bear alarm clock on the bedside table.

"It's half an hour until seven o'clock."

As a rigorous person, Leon does not allow himself to make planning mistakes!

So he fell back to sleep.

At half past eight, I really woke up this time.

"My status in the Huilong Cult has definitely improved a lot!"

Congratulations to Coca-Cola!

I yawned and went to wash up. I couldn't help but overworked myself last night.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a mess, it's mainly that cleaning up the scene (referring to searching for property) is troublesome.

…

Lyon lives in a very ordinary local house and rents it.

No lawn, no garage, no beautiful roof or trees. Nothing, nothing!

The decoration in the house is even simpler. It can be described in four words: no decoration.

A room with a bed, a sofa, a table and chairs, and a cup of coffee.

Oh, there are also some daily necessities left behind by the original owner, such as a cute alarm clock and a towel that changes its pattern when it touches hot water. Mr. Lyon Collins, who is not only rigorous but also has integrity, of course threw away the towel.

Who knows what the original owner did to the towel!

As for why you don’t change your house, you have no money!

The original owner was a person with three no qualifications: no education, no job, and no relatives.

When Leon first came here, he smelled the smell of alcohol all over his body before he even opened his eyes. Later, when he put away the bottles, he roughly guessed what was going on.

There wasn't even a photo in this house. I searched everywhere and found a total of more than 200 cash...

"It's not bad." Leon comforted himself: "It's much better than the original debt situation." (Stop scolding!)

…

After getting dressed, Leon took a good look at his current appearance in front of the mirror: thin body, pale face. In contrast to his height, he looked like he could be blown down by the wind.

"In terms of handsomeness, he is on a different level from me!"

Touching the velvet beard on his chin, Leon felt that to be honest, he must have earned it himself: "I am 19 years old, and I have earned seven or eight years for nothing!"

What does it mean to be rejuvenated!? (tactical retreat)

Denim, jeans, and sneakers. Simplicity is beautiful. The main thing is that there are no other clothes.

In America, 19 is a magical age. You can join the military, but you can't get married. You can buy guns, but you can't drink alcohol.

The former shows that a wife is more difficult to deal with than an enemy! The latter fully demonstrates that alcohol, a bad thing, is far more harmful to human beings than da da da!

so.

Reject Jiangxiang Technology, starting from you and me!

…

Going out to find something to eat is the most difficult thing in Lyon these days.

As a person from a country with big foodies, I can tolerate everything else, but it is really hard to live without a variety of delicious food.

In addition to bread, there are milk, eggs, and salad. If you want to drink a bowl of soy milk, you have to go to Chinatown next door!

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about cooking for himself. The first problem is that he doesn’t even have a pot!

Another day of grievance!

Just one day!

Leon decided to buy a pot today! However, you still have to eat it for breakfast. Buying a pot is also for dinner~

After all, his current body is too thin.

After opening the door, Leon first said hello to the owner who was cleaning the table in the restaurant: "Good morning, beautiful lady!"

This is a small Mexican-style restaurant that specializes in "authentic Mexican pies" that I don't know are authentic in Lyon.

The boss, or to be precise, the wife named Santis, runs this small restaurant with her son and daughter. Leon has been coming here for breakfast every day in the past few days, and he is much sweeter than before, and he has become familiar with it after going back and forth.

They were neighbors in the same block originally, but Leon always seemed to be very withdrawn and unwilling to interact with others. Santis was once very worried about this child who was about the same age as her own son.

"Aiza, go say hello." Aunt Santis smiled at Leon and called to the kitchen.

"What to eat."

Eiza Gonzalez, the daughter of Aunt Santis, is a natural model, with legs from the neck down. With her good-looking face and not-so-bad personality, she can be called a goddess-level figure recognized by several neighborhoods around her.

He just has a cold personality, which of course may be due to his unfamiliarity with Leon.

"Warm up a box of wine and bring in four carts of fennel beans." When Lyon came up, he was an enhanced version of Kong Yiji!

Giving Leon a blank look, Aiza knew from the beginning that this guy who suddenly changed his gender would not be able to say anything useful.

“The most ordinary set meal!”

Aiza rapped the table with her knuckles, gave her a look that said: I have a clever idea, wiped my hands with her apron, and returned to the kitchen.

Leon wasn't angry either. Anyway, he just wanted to eat something.

Looking across the bar and the kitchen door, he saw Aiza moving the spices on the top of the cabinet. Leon couldn't help but sigh: It's from South America. Look at the cabinet, how long it is... No! Look at how straight the spices are!

Looking back, Aunt Santis was looking at him with a smile. After laughing, Leon lowered his head pretending to be nonchalant.

Very soon!

The things were served, and Aiza took off her apron and sat down opposite Leon.

"Am I still going to steal your food?" Aiza explained to Leon's strange look.

"That's not true." Leon shrugged, picked up the chopsticks specially prepared for him and picked out a special snack that looked like a small bun: "Is it true that you are just so lazy?"

In just one sentence, Aiza was already lying on her side on the seat, with only her voice and long legs leaking out: "Don't worry, you are the only one coming to have breakfast at this time."

I turned around and looked around, yes, it’s the truth!

Although there was a beautiful woman lying opposite, but she couldn't be seen under the table. Leon was eating honestly, not to mention these spicy and sour corn husk buns...

A unique flavor!

Don’t ask, asking is the specialty!

After having enough wine (?) and food, Leon wiped his mouth with satisfaction: "Although there are no fennel beans, it is indeed good food. Your mother's cooking is good."

"Why couldn't I have done it?"

There was another sound from across the table.

"And what the hell are fennel beans!"

It seems that ordering fennel beans for several days in a row is a bit excessive. This girl seems to really want to know what fennel beans are.

"That's our specialty snack there." In fact, Leon didn't know what fennel beans were, but they were probably similar to spiced peanuts!

"I'll treat you to some food when I get the chance in the future."

Leaving the cash on the table, Leon stood up and prepared to leave.

"Are you going to promise them?"

promise?

who?

What?

I?

Leon looked back at the long-legged man who sat upright with a serious look on his face and asked a question from his soul.

"What are you talking about!"