[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

The farce of the day came to an end temporarily, leaving only Nick Fury in distress.

"Director," Coulson looked at Loki who was left behind, a little puzzled, "Is it true that Loki should be imprisoned in the isolated island prison? You also know that that place is suitable for holding Magneto, but not necessarily Fits Rocky."

Watching the Avengers get on the fighter plane and leave, Nick Fury rubbed his temple, which hurt like needles and said, "Forget it, let's be temporarily imprisoned in S.H.I.E.L.D.."

After a trip to Washington, Cyril has finalized the intention of cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D., and this trip to New York can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

He left the undead power detectors to Tony, who can do whatever he wants, and then threw away a bunch of resurrection/resurrection props and a dozen groups of potions with different uses, such as antidote potions, speed-up potions, speed-up potions, etc. Swimming potion and so on.

"If Sol comes back, please help him to give this staff to his brother." Cyril took out a slender wooden staff from the bag and laid it horizontally on the sofa. The one inlaid with the mind stone is so good, but it can barely be used."

Tony was speechless: "...Why, are you out of your mind?"

Because I want to thank Loki for helping him complete the task by mistake, and also because I feel that the behavior of teasing Loki who has turned into a sheep is somewhat bad.

Cyril lowered his head and blinked his eyes: "Maybe it's because he is the first mage I have seen in this world. Besides, maybe I will need his help when fighting against the Lost Legion in the future."

The hard-spoken and soft-hearted Tony looked at Cyril's appearance, and felt embarrassed to laugh any longer, so he perfunctorily agreed to help Cyril deliver the news, and said nonchalantly: "I just hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. The numbers of all of us are stored in that watch for you, if you have anything to do in the future, you can call me directly, and don't ask those guys from SHIELD who can only do bad things."

Listening to Tony's words, Cyril laughed dumbfounded, took out his backpack, and threw out two sets of forty scrolls in total.

Tony glanced at the magic scrolls piled up on the sofa, crumpled the hamburger wrapper in his hand, and threw it into the trash can, "What is this?"

"Increase intelligence by 20.00% after use, one-hour aging, one-hour cooling time, disposable item."

Tony shrugged, picked up a scroll at random, opened it, and let the light blue magic halo on it flash past his head.

"I really don't understand what's so good about Metropolis, you have to run back."

Cyril's fingertips drew a few graceful arcs in the air, and a portal glowing with blue-purple light quietly appeared.

"I don't quite understand either... Maybe I just simply like that city."

Tony: "..."

In this way, Cyril, who had been away for only a short dozen hours, returned to the metropolis again.

A few days ago, the pace of life like riding a roller coaster suddenly slowed down. Cyril bought a lot of things for herself, mainly snacks, which almost filled up her not-so-spacious room.

The landlady seemed to accept his unusual appearance well. She was neither surprised nor overly curious, but always liked to invite him to have afternoon tea and chat.

A week back in Metropolis, Cyril didn't see Superman, nor Clark.

This is somewhat abnormal.

Because even an average Metropolitan probably sees Superman fly overhead several times a week, and Clark lives next door to Cyril.

Perhaps it was because the other party was Cyril's favorite teammate, and he still cared about Clark.

This morning, Xi Ruier stood in the room, stuffed the snack packages that he threw on the ground after eating last night into the garbage bag, and washed the ground and the table with the water that appeared out of thin air, back and forth several times Only once did he stop.

Looking around the room with her hips on her hips, the elf who loves nature sighed slightly, and was barely satisfied.

Have a room of your own.

For the elves who slept in hotels for a few days when they traveled most, it brought an almost luxurious sense of stability.

And this sense of stability makes the elves take extra care of their room.

dong dong dong.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Cyril put down her rolled up sleeves, straightened the hem of the robe that was a little messy due to housework, and opened the door.

Outside the door was a young man wearing big earphones, his silver hair was a little messy, sticking out in all directions.

"Your courier, please sign for it." There was a big box under the young man's feet, with the logo of Lex Group on it, and he casually kicked the paper courier box with his toes.

Xi Ruier opened her tablet, drew her name on it with her fingertips, and clicked to confirm receipt.

As soon as he learned how to surf the Internet, he bought himself the latest laptop and tablet from Lex Group.

Later, I bought a lot of messy things online, including the landlady's wife's favorite style of TV, the latest drone produced by the Lex Group, and a lot of snacks.

The silver-haired young man then pointed to Cyril's pointy ears curiously, "Are you a mutant?"

Cyril shook her head: "No."

"You lied to me," the silver-haired boy raised his hand, and circled around Cyril at a speed that normal human vision cannot capture, the wind blew the long hair of Cyril's back, "Riwen said You helped her save us, if you are not a mutant, why did you save me?"

Cyril narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man who was about the same height as himself before he realized that he was the little mutant whom he had seen a week ago in SHIELD from a distance, and he was still underage.

Wearing a shiny silver baseball jacket, Pietro blew out a big bubble from the chewing gum in his mouth, and said clearly: "Your ears are beautiful, much more beautiful than that bird with angel wings .”

If the elf with a gentle personality had to choose a few things he disliked the most in the world, besides the Lost Legion, which disgusted him physically, the second place would be adolescents of various races.

"I don't know what you are talking about. If you don't leave, I will call the police."

In the room behind Cyril, there is a large water ball hanging in the air, spinning constantly, wrapped in his dusty curtains and tablecloths stained with food residues, he really has no heart to deal with a second-stage mutant people.

Pietro smiled with the corners of his mouth open, showing his neat white teeth: "Don't lie, I saw you in S.H.I.E.L.D. and before that, I saw you on TV, you saved New York City, saved Superman, and you're trusted by S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

Xi Ruier looked back and saw that the curtains and tablecloths had been washed clean, waved away the water polo, let them fall into the clothes basket, and said perfunctorily to the underage: "So, what's the point of you coming to me? Is something wrong? Kid, I'm busy now, so let's talk about it later. This time, let's not worry about how you found me and stole my courier. "

"You're so interesting." Seeing the other party's indifferent attitude, Pietro smiled happily, "much more interesting than Magneto and Professor X."

Cyril curled the corners of her mouth, the overhanging elf has the perfect appearance of the racial symbol, handsome, soft and delicate, but her smile has no warmth, which can be called perfunctory: "Oh, thank you for your compliment."

Pietro saw that the other party lowered his head and removed the express box blocking the door, and was about to close the door. He quickly reached out and grabbed the doorknob, and said, "Don't close the door yet! Actually, I'm here to make a deal with you."

Xi Ruier raised his eyebrows, showing a rare trace of impatience: "Children, don't do business like adults, aren't you afraid of being tricked?"

Pietro winked at Cyril: "My sister and I don't want to join the Brotherhood of Mutants, and we don't want to go to X Academy to study. Don't you have a good relationship with the Avengers and Superman? Introduce us to join the Avengers or the Justice League Go ahead. In that case, I'll help you keep the secret that you secretly released us from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Cyril's patience has really run out: "I've never been threatened by anyone."

"Hey, wait!"

In a last-ditch effort, Pietro turned sideways and tried to squeeze himself through the door, grinning.

Xi Ruier shook his head helplessly, then after another thought, he picked up his black garbage bags piled on the ground and handed them to the other party: "Then you can do me a favor too, if it is convenient, Help me throw out the garbage when I go downstairs, don't forget to separate the garbage, thank you."

Pietro smiled, made an OK gesture to Cyril, and then went downstairs with two hands holding garbage bags at a dizzying speed, with a nimble and active posture.

And when he returned to the front of Cyril's door again, what greeted him was a closed door, which was cold.

Pietro pursed his lips: "..."

The elf who returned to his room had left the silver-haired underage mutant behind in an instant.

He shook the curtains and tablecloth vigorously.

Although I have already bought a dryer, the elves who love nature prefer the smell of cloth dried in the sun, so they hang the light blue curtains and white tablecloths on the balcony to dry.

Standing on the closed balcony on the seventh floor, holding a glass of milk, Cyril saw that Pietro was still wandering downstairs of his house for several times, and then left angrily.

They just passed by Clark who entered the community, and they didn't even look at each other.

For some reason, Cyril felt a little funny watching the little kid who wanted to join the Justice League miss Superman.

Having not seen Clark for a week, Cyril was hesitant to go out and have a few words with him.

I don't know if the big bat gave them what he wanted to say and what he wanted to bring.

Cyril, who was watching from afar, hadn't made up his mind yet, when he saw the big man in the ordinary dark brown commuter suit fall to the ground, hit his head on the corner of the flower bed, and was actually bleeding.Even looking at it from a distance, the bright red is still conspicuous and dazzling.

The elf immediately opened the window, flew out with the levitation technique, and landed beside Clark.

He gently supported the opponent's head, letting the Kryptonian with broad shoulders and back lean against his chest, then lowered his head, brushed aside Clark's thick black hair, and carefully inspected the wound on the back of the opponent's head.

Although it was shocking that the Kryptonian would bleed, the wound was not serious, and the bleeding quickly stopped on its own.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief.

It's exactly three o'clock in the afternoon. When the office workers are busy, there are not many people in the community.

Cyril's strength is limited, and she can't hug Superman like Princess Superman hugs herself.

So, he simply used a levitation technique on Clark who was still in a coma, and directly transported him from downstairs to his bed at home through the open window on the balcony.

Even though his psychological quality has long been tempered by various things, the elf still feels very stimulated by staring at Clark's health bar.

One second it was still positive infinity, the next moment it dropped to a thrilling hundreds of points, and then quickly climbed back to 10,000+, and it rose all the way to positive infinity.

It's as exciting as a stockholder who is used to surfing the stock market watching the stocks he is optimistic about all the way down, and then there is no definite number of ups and downs.

Clark, who was in a coma, frowned, and his fingers tightly clenched Cyril's bed sheet, leaving a few brown marks on it, which were the mud and ash he rubbed when he fell to the ground just now.

Cyril actually knows how to take care of an ordinary human being.

He squatted down, cleaned the blood on the back of Clark's head with clean water, and then knocked on the landlady's door with common sense, borrowed medical alcohol, and after disinfecting Clark, he put a bandage on him Wrap the wound to prevent infection.

After finishing these most basic things, Cyril paused with her hand above Clark's face, and finally sat on the edge of the bed, stood up Clark's upper body, and leaned against herself to ensure the patency of the trachea and esophagus.

Then the elf reached out, pinched Clark's chin, took out the special life potion he had refined from the backpack, twisted off the cap, and poured it into Clark's mouth.

But Clark didn't know what he dreamed of while in a coma. He clenched his teeth tightly and refused to let go. Instead of drinking the light red potion, it flowed down the Kryptonian's chin, staining the white shirt collar red. And Cyril's immaculate robes.

Cyril: "..."

The elf, who had lived in the wild for many years and had never gotten himself dirty, was stunned. His scalp had already started to tingle, and he felt uncomfortable all over. Every cell in his body was howling and fleeing quickly.

It doesn't matter, just let him be like this, if it doesn't work, he can be resurrected with the soul stone.

but……

Cyril looked at the pale-faced Clark, he let out a few meaningless groans, his blue eyes were closed, his black hair was messy, and he looked terrible.

Few people can see such a embarrassed Superman.

After seeing it, Xi Ruier couldn't choose to turn around and leave.

The elf gritted his teeth, exhaled a few breaths, prepared himself mentally, and then solemnly stretched out his fingers. His slender fingertips passed through Clark's tightly closed lips, pried open his teeth, and took several bottles of special effects blood-returning potions all at once. All fell in.

Under Cyril's careful treatment, Clark was not choked, and his erratic blood bar temporarily returned to stability.

Just when the elf relaxed and wanted to pull out his fingers to clean up the messy scene in his eyes, Clark suddenly opened his eyes.

And Cyril still maintains the posture of embracing the other party, the fingertips of the index finger and thumb of the right hand are pressing against Clark's front teeth.

Clark smelled the familiar scent of grass and trees, and the back of his neck was pressed against the soft and cool skin of the elf's neck, and he raised his head in a daze.

The elf suddenly opened the distance between himself and Clark, causing the big man who was caught off guard to fall on the bed, becoming more and more confused.

But the elf turned his back, and for some reason, his pointed ears drooped down softly, a little red.

"Cyril? Why am I here? What happened?" Clark raised his hand and wiped the light red potion left on his chin, puzzled.

After more than ten seconds, the well-behaved elf, who was always smiling, turned around and said blankly, "How do I know, you should ask yourself."

Clark: "???"

How did you offend him?

The author has something to say: I recommend my little friend’s article, if you like this kind of theme, you can go to Kangkang~

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But pondering heavily...

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and my own advance receipt

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Cheng You was born in a remote village, and his family made a living as witches and magic sticks for generations.He went to the best university, ran away from home, and graduated with a job.Working hard, he finally turned from a life assistant to a special assistant to the president. Seeing that he was able to take the position of board secretary, he became the youngest and most promising executive of Shengshi Group.

Until the president turned into a bastard raised by his family.

To be exact, the president and his family's bastard switched bodies.

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