Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

When Bruce half-closed his beautiful eyes and opened with a Faustian sentence in a hot and sensational voice, he had already set the farce-like tone for this lack of gunpowder-flavored dispute.

Beauty, please stay for me.

When he praised like this, there seemed to be a scorching and seductive breath pouring out of his eyes, as if he was deeply in love. When he was Brucey’s baby, he was good at using this tone to praise all the beauty and happiness, with a touch of The innocence that can't be described in words is entangled with the lust that makes people feel hot all over, like those absurd and debauched but natural gods in mythology, who symbolize the most real desire of human beings in their slightly drunkenness.

This is completely different from Tony. Although they are both playboy billionaires, they can walk freely among the girls' clothes and temples to add bricks and tiles to the entertainment headlines, but they are different. The difference is probably like the street. As bad as the tabloid headlines are, Stark is the SugarDaddy of those girls, while Wayne will always be Gotham's Brussy Baby.

Even though their age difference is not that much, even though the girls also love their handsome faces and the big money in their pockets.

Bruce is frivolous and erotic, sweet and unrestrained.Just tearing open the neckline and leaning on the back of the chair, but the corners of the lips curled up into a curve that was not considered a smile, it was like a piece of bonbon that was too sweet and crazy strong, the sticky sweetness that was so thick that it was impossible to breathe wrapped in the crazy The irrational heat doesn't even need a spark to make the unspeakable sensual breath roll from the raised eyebrows to the smile that soaks into the corners of his lips. When he lowers his head and kisses piously, the heat comes from his lips. His lips burned to the point of blazing flames, pulling everything that followed him into the seemingly endless sweet intoxication.

But Chris, who was kissed by him on the wrist, was cold. He smiled calmly. The arc was measured as if he was entangled between charming and cold, no more, no less. It was a uniqueness that could not be concealed no matter how many skins he changed. Temperament, when he needs it, is gloomy and crazy, whizzing by like a squalling winter wind, a colorful snake-like slippery crawling from the skin, tearing apart the empty and dead black above the blood and dry bones.

It's like poison, with a thin layer of sugar coating before you can taste the fleeting sweetness, pain and suffocation follow like a shadow, the ice water pours down your head and paralyzes all the senses, malice and temptation weave a sweet to bitter taste The trap, the agony of imminent death are as sweet as the bliss of a blank mind.

So it was hot for a while and cold for a while, and the next second Tony raised his eyebrows and inserted it casually, using that arrogant and righteous tone, adding fuel to the fire with laziness and interest, making that sticky and lingering The ambience felt as if it was about to roll onto the bed every second, stuck at the extreme position where the heartbeat accelerated to the critical point.

——Of course not too high or low, because no one is willing to take the initiative to admit defeat, but it is not enough to really toss and roll into bed for a hand-to-hand fight for a farce, even if no one thinks that they will suffer a lot in this situation.

Thanks to their wanton debauchery, every word is entwined and sticky like a deep kiss, and Dr. Banner, who was deeply stimulated, was absent from the meeting for two weeks, shutting himself in the laboratory every day, trying to eliminate his brain with lofty knowledge those pictures.

Those sentences that are not suitable for children are read in a breathless tone, the skillful and hot breath between the eyebrows and eyes, and those small movements that are not too extreme but make people blush, the back of the hand that slipped from the shoulder, the fingertips that hit the spine like playing a piano, bent down Leaning closer to hold the tip of the tongue that licked the corners of the lips in a whisper that was not too far away, Dr. Banner had the urge to slap him and let them just kiss him and forget it.

Or not him, but Hulk.

Even he, a pure bystander on the outside, had such a big psychological shadow, and Dr. Banner can fully understand the reason why poor Peter hasn't appeared in the Avengers Building for several days.

After all, this young man who seems to have no love experience at all is unlucky to be in the center of the storm. He was molested by Christoni and Bruce in turn, his face was buried in his palm and his whole body was shaking. Dr. Banner suspected him Would he be teased and bullied by those three old bastards until he cried on the spot, and finally jumped out of the top floor of the building and ran away without seeing anyone?

Yes, Dr. Banner, who lost the cute kitten he picked up and left a serious psychological shadow, has automatically replaced Christoni and Bruce with the old bastard One Two Three, and his face has been stiff and gloomy for many days. It will turn green directly in the next second.

No one dared to mess with him at this time, just recall the unlucky Loki.

And Dr. Banner, who is still very pure emotionally, would not understand that Peter ran away with a red face and wet eyes. I really couldn't help but grab Chris, raised my head and bumped against it to taste whether the rose petal-like lips were as sweet as the venomous and provocative love words in those lips, which made my heart ache.

He swears that he really just thought about it secretly, and he couldn't help being filled with those bad fantasies that floated out, and he felt that every beat of his heart beat as if hitting his nerves, making him tremble like an electric shock disturbed.

Because of such fantasies, Peter tossed and fell asleep at night, squatting on the roof in the middle of the night blowing cold wind, his mind was hot and confused like a pot of paste.

It's a pity that Chris doesn't have much interest in what's stuffed in his clerk's little head for the time being, and it's not a big deal for him to lose a few vests, or he never cared much about what he was wearing. How many vests and how many disguised identities, one more and one less, may not be as important as another big client of his in hell who unfortunately became a victim of Hela's anger.

The dwindling number of customers in Hell really bothered him.

After all, it takes a lot of time and energy to establish a long-term and stable trade relationship with a cunning, vicious and rebellious demon. Haila cutting melons and chopping vegetables may ruin his decades of hard work. Even if Chris has many clients and well-connected, It's also a little bit of symbolic distress.

But even Lucifer, the lord of hell, is not interested in the current chaos in hell. Chris, an ordinary small businessman, can only symbolically feel sorry for his lost profits, and turn his head to think about how to double it back elsewhere. .

For example, Asgard is full of treasures.

Just like his other colleagues, Chris is full of interest in Asgard. The kingdom of myth is often full of various opportunities and rare treasures, not to mention that Asgard has not really stopped fighting abroad until now. The accumulated wealth is enough to make any businessman want to move and even take risks.

It's not that Asgard was completely closed in the past and there really wasn't any foreign exchange and trade. It's just that the benefits leaked from Odin's fingers are not enough for merchants. Everyone knows that Asgard What a huge treasure house it is, how could it be possible to only be willing to pick up the scales and half armor that fell out of the crack in the door.

Thor will probably never know how many merchants have quietly followed him, waiting for the new king of Asgard to seize the first pot of gold.

Chris is certainly not exempt.

It's just that he doesn't think Thor is a good partner, even though the successor of Asgard does have quite the majesty.

It should be said that it is precisely because of his strong kingly spirit that Chris feels that he is not suitable as a long-term development partner.

Thor is too emotional, it's not a virtue in business.

In comparison, Chris is more optimistic about Thor's younger brother Loki. Although there are nine and a half sentences of promises in the mouth of the God of Lies, the relationship built by interests is real and strong. Relationships constructed by feelings or other unpredictable and unpredictable things have a pleasant and reassuring philistinism and reality.

Chris smiled and filled the teacup with tea, and the steam wafted with a rich and strong aroma, which made his voice warm like tea through the steam, "Would you like a cup of tea? How long are you going to watch?"

There was no one in the shop after closing, but he put the tea cup on the opposite side as if he was sitting opposite a customer.

"Until I see something meaningful to me." The air was wrinkled and rippling in front of him, and the black-haired figure appeared clearly, and his eyes were bright.

But it's not that kind of integrity or brilliant brilliance, but a bit of evil and cunning, obviously smiling like a polite gentleman, but revealing the contempt and arrogance unique to high-ranking people.

No one will mistake him.

Loki held the staff in his hand, it was more like a branch that was cut off from the tree for a little trimming. There were a few young leaves growing on the top of the brown staff, stretching the leaves delicately and timidly, there was joy and joy. Warm breath wafts from the leaves.

"I don't mind if you look at it openly." Chris said with a smile, a ray of light lit up on his fingertips.

Loki raised his eyebrows, and lightly tapped the floor with the staff in his hand. The two lights briefly touched in the air, and there was no spark that disappeared in an instant. He even lightly poured tea on Chris And the moment Loki took the teacup happened, but at that moment, there was indeed lightning, thunder, space tearing, time collapsed, everything disappeared in the twisted crack, and after that moment, it was torn apart in the energy collision The tattered space was smoothed out and restored to its original state.

As if nothing had happened.

Loki took the teacup with an indiscernible trace of sincerity in his smile, and Chris held up his teacup with a gentle tone, "I'm so glad you still remember the way mages fight, since your fight a while ago was really... …in a class of its own.”

He still clearly remembers the scene he glanced at during the Battle of New York. A good mage has to rush forward to fight melee. ...as memorable as his fighting style.

"You have to know that some habits are not so easy to change." Loki shrugged his shoulders with a calm expression on his face, "Unfortunately, there are almost no brilliant mages in Asgard."

Although Asgard has well-preserved ancient spell books that have been handed down to this day, it is true, but the people of Asgard are often more willing to sweat and exercise their bodies, rather than learning to recite those mysterious and almost Completely lost sentences and words, it may take decades or hundreds of years to learn only a little bit of superficial tricks.

Unlike fighting, where one can develop something with enough hard work and tenacity, spells can only be distinguished between geniuses and idiots, and they are absolutely innate.

Up to now, the only person in Asgard who can exchange spell experience with Loki is Frigg, who taught him spells, and Frigg, who has hardly left Asgard, actually has nothing to do with combat. Master should have the consciousness.

When a fight really started, the first reaction was to rush forward and fight in close combat.

"Sounds like a disaster for mages." Chris shook his head and sighed. The druids and elves who taught him spells were all races with spells as the mainstream, so the fighting methods he learned from the very beginning were the various methods of mages. Skills, the core element is never to fight hand-to-hand with those stupid big fighters, at most, just learn a few moves and be able to deal with it for a short time until you can read the first spell.

As long as a qualified and professional mage can successfully release the first spell, there will be an irresistible output cycle of the storm, and the rhythm is so tight that it cannot be interrupted at all.

"But it's not without benefits." Loki smiled slyly and briskly, "Since I can often monopolize the best research materials."

The smile on his face was pleasant and soft, as if thinking of some long but warm memory, the staff of the olive branch could always turn on some special switches in his memory, awakening some memories that he thought he had long forgotten.

But Loki doesn't particularly hate these memories.

Of course, he is more willing to say that because this staff fits him quite well, he didn't burn it to ashes immediately after successfully escaping from Asgard's pursuit.