The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Although he couldn't figure out why he would appear here, Mephisto still didn't want to follow the plot step by step with Iron Man.

"I heard of you."

She frowned, fanning away the steady stream of peppery smell from her nose, and said bluntly.

But apparently, Iron Man didn't realize that she was speaking to himself.

"Ah, yes, of course...Smelly girl."

Tony frowned, spit out the insulting word rather hesitantly, coughed a few times uncomfortably, and stared bitterly at the air.

Mephisto thanked him for not being in the scene so much that he squeezed his throat and read the lines. Iron Man's own voice is still beautiful and sweet.

Otherwise, she might have taken the door and fled on the spot, making it impossible for Iron Man to see his door for ten years.

"What are you doing here? I don't eat people anymore... I don't eat people any more. It's a rather vulgar behavior. I've reformed myself. What you see is a new me, more elegant."

As soon as the words fell, Iron Man held his throat uncomfortably and coughed.

He turned his head desperately away from the steaming pot of soup under his nose as far as possible in a rather contorted position with his feet still stuck to the footstool.

Mephisto watched his movements in bewilderment, then realized that there seemed to be too much pepper in the pot.

………Pepper powder and hot air rush upwards, and the power is even stronger than some snuff.

Mephisto: *sympathizes*

She sympathized with Iron Man from the bottom of her heart, and decided to rescue him from that awkward position, at least move him to the side of the vent, and take a breath of normal air.

After making sure that the miniature clowns and fairies in the Ribbon of Desire are covered by her so that it is impossible to hear her voice, Mephisto let go.

"Mr. Stark," she said softly, "it's me."

The other party gave her an epic silence, "..."

Tony tried his best to blink the tears from the gap between his eyelashes, and vaguely felt that this action was slightly similar to before, as if he had done it so embarrassingly before.

When the world in front of him became clearer, he turned his face away, endured the pain of pepper smoke, and carefully looked at the "npc Alice" who had just reached his waist.

She is not as tall as his kitchen sink and cabinets, and when she moves, she looks like a fugitive sd doll in a window. In addition, the beauty of the visitor is not real, which is why Tony subconsciously regards her as an npc here.

"Alice" also stared straight at him, her blue eyes were foggy, and the tails of her eyes were raised.

Red ribbons stretched out from her body, some curled up, like clusters of strange but beautiful roses.

She was wearing a typical Alice blue dress, and her identity was easy to identify even without the blue and white checks—her hair was like dissolving broken gold, refracting brilliance as she walked, just like a perfectly cut yellow diamond .

In real life, no one has that radiant hair color.

"Oh, it's you."

He said dryly, smiled dryly again, and straightened the apron around his waist as if nothing had happened.

Tony: I've figured everything out.

Tony: *actually didn't understand at all*

"No, we don't seem to have really met." Mephisto thoughtfully moved his eyes away to look at the broken tile at his feet, "But I heard you from Sisley, Sisley Mr Tucker."

Think about it, she added.

"She likes you very much and appreciates how much you took care of her while you were in New York."

The embarrassment was just a moment, and even though he was wearing women's clothes, Tony quickly regained his composure, transitioning from pretending to be nonchalant to really nonchalant.

As soon as he heard the word "friend", Iron Man subconsciously let out a long "oh--".

His brain was running fast, and he began to thread all the stories from the day he met Sisley into a string.

Sisley's friend he just met a few hours ago—the one with the knife and mask like a murderer—the one she kissed on the cheek—and this one too?

He met the eyes of the beautiful sd doll in front of him, who stared at him calmly with a little confusion, and gave a soft "huh?"

"it's okay no problem."

Tony came back to his senses and said, a smile that Mephisto couldn't analyze the meaning appeared on his face again.

With just one glance, Mephisto felt a familiar chill and gave up thinking.

"It's all right... Please tell her that I'd welcome her to visit New York next time and get away from her father for a week longer. The air in New York makes people live longer."

Tony said.

Mephisto: .........?

Mephisto was quite sure that if the old father heard this, Batman might stare at Iron Man the whole time at the next meeting, until his gloomy gaze pierced the opponent's golden and red armor.

Although Sisley in rose skin couldn't understand this strange opposite relationship, she still kept silent rationally.

Sisley in rose skin: As long as I act like a scumbag who neither promises nor refuses, no one can force me to admit it afterwards.

But it was clear that Tony thought she had agreed to the message.

"Very good," he first laughed in a low voice, and then took a deep breath like a toothache. "Let's finish this episode, huh? This is too bad."

Mephisto nodded silently and walked up to him.

Since he is an acquaintance, Iron Man reads the lines more carefully than before. He basically focuses on "preventing the pepper mist from pouring into the nasal cavity". It will be replaced. Tony can be said to be quite flexible in swinging left and right, following the flow frequency of the air in the room, and avoiding the most rushing airflow first.

"Okay girl, I'm a little hungry now," Mephisto heard his intermittent voice, "I don't want to eat you, but I don't mind eating you either, so you need to go out and find me new... new ones Ingredients."

As Iron Man spoke, the seventeenth-century apron on his body also swayed left and right. The candy color was very eye-catching, and the public opinion effect was comparable to the pocket clown clutched by Sisley's ribbon of desire.

If it was a little spider or someone else, they might avoid doing this because of shame and embarrassment, and get choked a few times in place.

But Iron Man is different. Not only is he as flexible as a seaweed, but he has gradually developed a flexible coquettish enough to attract attention on the dance floor. At first glance, he looks like an old playboy, the kind that deserves the applause of the audience.

Mephisto: …………

Mephisto: *quietly seal applauds inside*

"Go,"

Seeing that she was still staying where she was, Iron Man took the time to remind her, "Hey, go early and come back early."

From Mephisto's point of view, he was only choked three or four times before he successfully mastered the rhythm of avoiding it. It can be said that he is No. 1 in crisis avoidance.

She walked to the low table in the kitchen, clamped two ribbons of desire to the shiny golden "hunting weapon" on the table, and yanked it to the ground.

The moment he saw its appearance clearly, even Mephisto felt a little speechless.

It was a... ceramic teapot.

It is about the size of a watering pot in my hand, and it seems to be unexpectedly hard, and it cannot be broken wherever it is dropped.

"So ugly."

Seeing from above her, Tony couldn't help but rant loudly in disgust.

Poor firing techniques and ugly smudged ceramic patterns, plus that layer of vulgar gold edging, women will cry when they see it, and men will be silent when they see it... But it seems that it is indeed in a fairy tale. Favorite type of cutlery.

Mephisto had no choice. Mephisto was silent for a second, gave up thinking, and picked up the kettle directly.

There was a slight shaking sound from inside.

"Do you mind?" Mephisto asked, turning his head.

"You can burn this place down."

Iron Man took the time to glance at her again, then retracted and gave her a perfunctory thumbs up.

————With the promise given by "Miss Cannibal" herself, Mephisto raised the spout and looked at the ground quite reassuringly and boldly.

Hot brown tea spouted from the spout immediately, like a column of quite powerful clear spring.

The floor tiles in contact with the tea made an ominous "chi chi" sound, and under Mephisto's focused gaze, they suddenly broke from the middle.

"Wow." She sighed in a low voice, "As expected of a fairy tale world."

"As expected of a fairy tale world."

Tony agrees.

His complexion was much better than before, and he didn't cry. He seemed to have adapted to the pepper gas bomb.

"I'm starting to like the sport a little bit,"

Mephistopheles only heard him say, "It's very mechanical...Mechanical is what makes people really satisfied."

Mephisto tried to understand.

Mephisto understood failure.

Mephisto gave up thinking.

The line dialogue of "Miss Cannibal" did not mention what kind of ingredients she likes, and what kind of meat she started to eat again, Mephisto is also worrying about this.

"........."

She left behind the superhero "if you give me a chance to fall in love with sports", turned around and carried her new weapon, and walked out the door silently.

As soon as the door of the wooden house was pushed open, a gust of fresh air mixed with the smell of grass blades instantly poured into Mephisto's nostrils.

Standing in this gust of wind, Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, touched her face almost subconsciously, checking for a moment whether the smell of pepper had soaked into her face.

The wind took away the short-lived breath on her body, but it also brought other flavors.

In the fragrance of soil and grass blades, Mephisto was sure that he smelled something unusual.

She didn't make any sound on the gravel road, and quietly touched the grass emitting a strange smell along the way.

The unusualness became harder to ignore the closer she got, and it was sweet and pungent on her nose, smelling like beef jerky.

Cutting through the grass with lightning speed, Mephisto grabbed the little thing that was about to escape.

As soon as she saw what she had grabbed, Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

This thing seems to be a fairly luxuriant wild plant, and the fruits are all long and thin.

If something looks like beef jerky, smells like beef jerky, and most likely tastes like beef jerky, then it's beef jerky.

She did grab the jerky, a jerky with long legs.

#希斯利, so your childhood story has been broken, right?#

After confirming that she had hunted beef jerky, Mephisto sat calmly in the grass, and his whole body fell into a very peaceful state.

Maybe it was because she sat in the grass for too long, the sound of hurried footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Mephisto.

"Excuse me, you..." the visitor asked.

Mephisto continued to lower his head peacefully.

"Ok?"

"Are you ok?"

The other party seemed to have made up my mind. Although it was difficult to ask her, the sentence of asking if she was okay almost came out of my mouth, which sounded quite sincere.

After one answer and one question, the time of the sage of Mephistopheles faded, and vigilance came to mind.

She remained seated and looked up at the comer who stopped in front of her.

The golden hair with a slight halo leaked from the outer edge of his flaming red cloak, but his eyes were the calm and blue sea.

The man looked at her with a gentle light in his eyes, even if he was a little embarrassed, he was still perfect as if he was shooting a poster.

Mephisto: "..."

She trembled slightly from fright, and once again fell into the peaceful sage time.

Little Red Riding Hood, Captain America, so alive.

Sisley's body, as expected of me.