Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Remote and remote—on the remote and remote Titan star relative to the Earth, Peter was sleeping in the depths of his consciousness, sleeping in the dark.

He couldn't tell why, but it was as if part of his soul had been taken away from him. He was exhausted like never before, so he gave the task of dealing with the already suspicious Iron Man and Doctor Strange to the young and innocent little spider. , The bachelor shrank back to sleep and couldn't wake up no matter what.

The little spider, who was forced to face Mr. Tony Stark's suspicious sharp eyes, felt uncomfortable and turned his face sideways in embarrassment, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

Shouldn't they have more important things to do now, such as quickly repair the half-damaged spaceship over there and track down Thanos, or use the remaining alien technology from Thanos' base to repair the Star Tower? Mr. Ke's steel battle suit, in fact, they can collectively name the impulsive Xingjue next to diss, instead of facing him for three trials.

Little Spider: Weak, pitiful, and helpless QAQ

The young and innocent Mr. Peter Parker was trembling, wanting very much to wake up the sleeping self in the depths of his consciousness.

It's hard to say yes.

Under the gaze of Mr. Stark's beautiful big caramel-colored eyes, the young people with no social experience short-circuited their heads and couldn't make up any reliable lies.

"Don't try to lie, you know we can tell." Tony raised his finger and shook it in front of the young man. It's hard to hide what ideas are going around in this little guy's head, and his face is full of expressions. Together, not to mention that the eyes are still looking left and right with a guilty conscience, but they dare not look at him.

Tony paused, and said in a soft tone: "I'm not blaming you, Kid...but you have to explain to us that you will suddenly," he frowned, "It's like a different person suddenly, that makes you People are worried."

No matter what he does, he still can't distinguish between the two very different fighting styles. The baby in his pajamas is obviously from Ye Luzi, and he relies more on his physical fitness to make up for his technical shortcomings, and he will be a little out of control when he starts. Keep in mind, these are characteristics brought about by lack of combat experience.

But the fighting style of Spider-Man just now is extremely mature. He knows when to take the initiative and when to provide assistance, and he can always appear in the right position. Relying more on his own skills, Tony can say that even without super powers, he will not lose to any well-trained agent with such fighting skills alone.

Tony didn't think it was only three days since the last meeting, and the baby in pajamas could be trained to this extent.

And compared to his well-founded scientific inferences, the reason of Doctor Strange, who is also skeptical, is very consistent with his identity as a mage.

"Your soul has special fluctuations." Doctor Strange explained, "That puts a much greater burden on you than normal people, and it can easily affect your body."

To explain it in a more popular way, Peter's current state is very similar to the so-called upper body of a ghost. There are multiple souls in one body, which may cause the body to be overdrawn and overwhelmed.

The spaceship can wait a few minutes for repairs, and Xingjue, who is squatting aside, does not need their diss and has already fallen into a period of self-conscious introspection. Compared with these things, it is more important to find out the situation of this young man, even though they have only known each other for a short time. It's less than a day, but Doctor Strange likes this optimistic and lively young man very much. He doesn't want such a young man with an infinite future to sacrifice needlessly because of his negligence and blindness.

The little spider pinched the hem of his clothes stiffly, and he couldn't control his mouth when he was nervous, so he had to squeeze his lips tightly to hold back the words that came to his mouth without thinking, swaying between honest confession and dying struggle.

It would be nice if Peter was awake at this time, and they could still discuss it.

Thinking about it, Little Spider sincerely regretted why he didn't think carefully about what he said after revealing his secret.

It seems... It seems that every time I discuss this issue with Peter, they always chat and don't know where the building is crooked, so they never come to any reliable conclusions.

The standard ending of two chatterboxes getting together.

He looked up at Mr. Stark with his arms folded, and down at his toes.

The little spider is short of breath.

In the end, what saved him was neither his sudden blessing to think of a solution that had the best of both worlds, nor was it Mr. Stark who suddenly let him go no longer to ask, but the tiny light spots that floated from a distance - mixed in the sunlight at first It couldn't be seen clearly, but it quickly gathered into a bright light that couldn't be ignored. With a light touch on the little spider, the pattern of Ogham letters appeared on his forehead in the next second, and the neatly arranged runes The appearance of the short sword was broken up and reorganized, forming a shaking and floating figure in front of him.

Dark gray short hair, eyes are very light in color, because of the distortion of the light spots, it is impossible to distinguish the specific color for a moment, like a transparent and bright gemstone shining brilliantly, obviously it is a cold color that lacks warm colors and looks dull However, because of the gentle and gentle smile from the bottom of his eyes, he added a dizzying and seductive atmosphere.

"Peter." The little spider heard the man calling his name with a low smile, and the gentle and hoarse voice made him a little stunned. He looked at his own reflection in those eyes, but couldn't recover.

At first, he was confused and helpless, because he didn't know this person, but then in the dizziness, he saw that his face was awakened from sleep, and his consciousness was squeezed down. Peter, who was deeply asleep, was awakened. He stared blankly at the person in front of him for a while because of sleepiness and exhaustion, and then suddenly realized that he was not dreaming, and jumped forward with ecstatic cheers.

The illusion of the calm and mature senior was instantly shattered. Peter was just like at the beginning, as if he had not experienced many parallel worlds, as if he hadn't made himself able to take charge of himself bit by bit, he was like the last He began to push open the door of Chris's store, like a teenager looking at his future through the glass window in a bewilderment, his eyes full of joy and hope rushed towards him.

He is like hope itself.

Chris caught the young man who was rushing towards him, his figure solidified from a trance-like light spot into a definite shape, and firmly caught Peter who was rushing over like a child.

That young man who didn't seem to have changed in any way was still a teenager.

Peter raised his head and looked at Chris, his eyes were bright, they curved nicely because of the surprise, and they were filled with moisture as if they were about to cry in the next second, they were as transparent and clean as the clear sky after rain.

That is another kind of clarity and transparency that is completely different from that of a teenager.

It's like the carefree, bright and clear sky in autumn is completely different from the cloudy and gloomy sky that suddenly clears up with thunderstorms in the late spring without summer.

A kind of faintly revealing restlessness and sorrow, but full of vigor and hope.

Just like spring is coming to an end, but summer is still far away.

The dawn shut in Pandora's box is bright.

How bright.

Chris couldn't help laughing lowly because of such associations, and from the deepest part of his soul, there was something hot that he couldn't control.

Dark, crazy, not warm but hot enough to make one's heart ache, burning down an invisible, intangible, but real wound.

Hot blood flowed from the wound.

Like magma, it rushes happily and presumptuously into every corner of the soul, like vines illuminated by the sun, entangled with a big tree and grows crazily. Facing the sun, flowers suddenly bloomed.

Peter has never seen Chris show such a smile before. Something more eerie and frightening emerges from under the gentle and elegant mask. It climbs out with the smell of blood and decay, and tentatively winds up like a python. , the clammy breath grabbed his heart, but he couldn't help but suffocated, addicted and fascinated.

I must be crazy.

Peter felt that the joy and joy of reunion after a long absence gradually subsided in his heart, and more frenzied emotions surged up, making his rationality scorching hot, wishing to turn the whole world into ashes.

He didn't resist this sensual impulse, although he knew it was inappropriate, even though there were other people beside him and even himself in this world whose three views collapsed in his consciousness, pitifully like a milk dog soaked in rain.

But what about him.

Peter chose to listen to his inner voice.

He obeyed, he surrendered, he bowed his head like a devout believer.

But he didn't look up to his god, his eyes were full of fighting spirit and fire.

All the hesitation about gains and losses was thrown into the clouds, his whole world was burning with flames, and there was a city standing there.

"Chris." Peter said, only to realize that his voice was hoarse and he had a dry cough.

He knew that he was so nervous that he couldn't breathe now, his heart was beating wildly, his ears were buzzing, and his palms were dripping with hot and humid sweat.Normally, the more nervous he is, the more he can't control his mouth, he babbles and babbles to cover up the panic and weakness in his heart, but at this moment, he is obviously so nervous that his whole body trembles like needles, yet he is calm and silent like never before.

He stared at Chris, and looked at him seriously again after countless worlds. He saw many things he hadn't seen before, like a fog in front of him, those dead bones and leaves under the blooming flowers The clues were revealed, piercing into his soul like a needle.

Make his mind clear and his will firm.

It also made him addicted and made him brave.

Go forward, fearless of death and loss.

"Mr. Chris Elf."

When Chris heard Peter calling him that, his tone was relaxed and cheerful, full of youthful air, but indescribably determined and peaceful, expressing his determination to win.

Peter had to raise his head slightly to meet Chris's gaze. He looked up, but what he yearned for in his eyes was not the pity of the gods.

At that moment, Chris seemed bewildered, which endowed Peter with endless courage and hope.

Pushing him closer step by step, encouraging him to lift his head and kiss the bloodless lips like he had imagined countless times.

Unhesitating and enthusiastic and determined, the youthful spirit that once knew failure and worked hard has turned into a more mature, silent, but also more indestructible courage in the fermentation of years and emotions.

Peter boldly touched Chris's cool lips with the tip of his tongue, clearly seeing the flaws in Chris's expression that could not be concealed because of the close distance.

He looked at Chris and smiled sweetly and happily like a child who succeeded in pranking.

"Can I pursue you as my boyfriend, Mr. Chris Elf?"

Peter asked, the smile on his face was like newly brewed wine with a reckless and choking intensity, and the fire in his eyes was like a clear sky after a heavy rain that made people invisible.