Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

A wine-red spot of light rose from the bowl of clear wine, and gathered in mid-air to form a fiery cloud that shimmered like a starry sky. Under the control of the ghost king, it rolled violently and poured into Steve's broken body. .

Under the effect of the divine wine, this handsome man resembling Magneto let out a comfortable sigh from his throat, the tired Chuanzi between his brows slowly stretched out, and his lips that were pale due to blood loss finally returned to a vibrant blood color.

It was almost visible to the naked eye, Steve's tired and panicked face stretched out, the bloodstains on his arms and shoulders pierced by thorns and iron thorns quickly closed, and disappeared before the scabs formed. It is also recovering rapidly at an incredible speed.

Black glanced at his teammate's status bar, and after realizing that Steve had filled up his health bar and recovered, he patted him on the cheek unceremoniously: "Wake up."

The brown-haired man's eyes were closed, his beautiful lips were also pursed together, and there was still a little imperceptible anger and panic on his handsome face, as if he hadn't fully recovered from the terrible state of near-death and despair just now.

Blake paused for a moment, feeling a little soft-hearted.

For Steve, his Shuten-douji form is as dangerous as those little demons. Black can understand that ordinary humans are closed like self-protection in the face of this situation. Magneto, really use Eric's standards to ask him.

The AI ​​waited for half a minute, and paid attention to the location of Jenny on the system map by the way. Although the brats were frightened by his threats, if they encountered Jenny who was asking for help, there would be a girl in human skin The devil bastard Brett was here, and they would definitely not let her go.

Half a minute later, Black patiently patted the brown-haired man's cheek again, and pinched the bridge of his straight nose again, only then did Steve wake up from the coma.

Blake: "Get up and save your girlfriend."

These words immediately aroused this gentle man's desire to survive. He opened his eyes suddenly, and then fell into the ghost king's chest because of the dizziness caused by hypoglycemia.

Blake carried him: "..." Stupid.

Steve, who was forced to stand by the collar, supported the opponent's arm, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Blake, who was in a drunken state. He was startled by his irritable and impatient expression, and took a breath. Cool.

Fortunately, he quickly recalled who saved him from those little devils, so he didn't do anything else, but touched his chest in fear.

Then the poor handsome man stopped his movements again, and looked at the red-haired ghost king in front of him in disbelief.

The warm warm current flowed in the blood, ironing across the limbs and bones, and the exhaustion entangled in the bones was swept away, as if endless vitality was injected into his body.

Steve's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he tore off his collar in disbelief to confirm something, but just as he felt, his breathing was smooth and unobstructed, and the wounds on his chest and lungs pierced by glass shards and knives healed without a trace .

"It was you who saved me and healed my wound?"

The brown-haired man looked at the big red-haired ghost in front of him, as if seeing some kind of savior, his eyes lit up little by little, his face was clearly bloodstained, but it didn't affect the handsome, exactly the same as Magneto. Face.

He recalled that when he was half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear someone say—get up, go save your girlfriend, and he was full of hope for the possibility of leaving this ghost place.

Blake snorted casually with a suppressed voice in his throat: "Tsk, apart from my uncle, can you see another person in this wilderness place?"

After finishing speaking, AI frowned imperceptibly, and suddenly felt that the distance between him and Steve seemed a little too close—of course, he had no objection to Steve himself, but he had nothing to do with Magneto. Opinion, and after Steve opened his eyes, he really looked more and more like Magneto.

So Blake let go of his arms and opened up a little distance—this is for Steve's benefit. You must know that in the combined Anglo-American world, the only condition for him and Magneto to coexist peacefully within three meters is the existence of Charles.

So when Steve makes a grateful and shocked expression with this hateful face, Black will feel a little embarrassed, and he will also embarrass the scene for Magneto by the way.

Fortunately, he was the only one who was embarrassed.

Steve, who was worried about his girlfriend Jenny, couldn't care about other problems at all. He looked at Black nervously and anxiously with bright and deep blue eyes, and said almost beggingly: "Thank you, sir, I swear, my help to you is really real. Thank you very much, did you see my girlfriend?"

Black avoided his eyes, glanced at the green friendly logo on the system map, and several red enemy logos not far from it, and said very calmly: "She is running away, my uncle just rescued you After a while, she probably won't be able to run into those juvenile delinquents."

Before Steve heaved a sigh of relief, the AI ​​continued to add slowly: "But the direction she is going is the home of those juvenile delinquents, think about what the leader, the devil in human skin, said, can teach this Such a kind of family, one can imagine what will happen to her."

Steve became anxious for a moment. He gritted his teeth solemnly, picked up a piece of sharp broken glass from the ground when the teenagers tortured him, and said without hesitation: "Do you know the direction? I have to go save her."

Black raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to ask me for help?"

Blake was a little surprised. He thought Steve would ask him for help. After all, Shuten-dou looked dangerous and powerful, while Steve himself was just an ordinary man who had just passed through the gate of hell, and his spirit was even a little weak , It is no match for those bear children and their parents.

"If you can, please call the police for me."

Steve paused when he heard his question, and then added helplessly in a low voice: "My mobile phone has been destroyed by them, there are many of them, and there are only these few households nearby, Jenny... so far If it didn’t fall into their hands, if it’s just delaying time, we can still do it.”

Black frowned, and probably understood what Steve meant. This gentle man probably regarded him as a healing type, or thought that his combat power was not enough to deal with several adult men at the same time, and worried about dragging him into danger. After all, Steve hasn't experienced his fighting power yet.

That's why he didn't ask Black for help, he didn't take his help for granted, and he didn't push for it. Instead, he asked him to help call the police, and planned to find a way to rescue his girlfriend. Could it be that everyone named Steve is like this...

Seeing the subject of the task staggered as he took a step, Blake grabbed him by the collar and lifted him upright, preventing him from crashing into his chest again. The self-confessed considerate AI followed Shuten-douji's character design, crossed his arms, He raised his eyebrows as if impatient: "Can you go?"

Before Steve could speak, he grabbed the man over, crossed his legs and hugged him in his arms, and said coldly: "I don't have a human communicator, and I don't want to contact other people, so I just go with you Just do me a favor."

It's just the sequelae of excessive blood loss, and Steve, who has not eaten for a day and has a little hypoglycemia: "..."

Steve said with a very complicated mood: "Thank you."

It's not for the princess's hug, but to thank the other party for not carrying him. Steve has just clearly felt the other party's intention to make this move, but his shoulders are covered with cold ghost-face armor. Considering that the fragile human body may not be able to withstand There was a bump, so he didn't carry him on the shoulder.

Blake reminded him: "Hold the headgear, hold it."

Steve hugged his head: "...???"

The big red-haired ghost chuckled, and slowly sank his thin waist. His slender legs were slightly bent, the muscles on his thighs were tense, and he jumped up with strength, passing through the large leaves of trees, and stepped directly on the ground. A foothold tens of meters away.

No matter how self-cultivated Steve was, he couldn't help it: "Fuck!"

However, the ghost king who was holding him didn't even have the slightest intention to stop. The boots were slightly on the leaves, and he easily took advantage of the force, and leaped tens of meters again.

In the extremely fast gust of wind, the ghost king's long red hair that was like flowing fire was blown behind him. Steve had to turn his face to the opponent's chest to avoid the oncoming wind. He let out an extremely real exclamation: "Chinese Kung Fu!"

Flying over the eaves and walls, with a leap of tens of feet, no wonder this red-haired gentleman can scare away those little devils in human skin, and he can quickly recover from his injuries...

It turns out that this is the legendary Chinese Kung Fu!

Blake: "..." Materialism, I understand.

He turned on the camera function and recorded Steve's disheveled hair and shocked face in the strong wind. When he decided to return to the combined Anglo-American world, he would replay the mission video in his head after losing to Magneto. Anyway, as an AI , he has an anti-addiction APP installed, and he doesn't worry about Charles' mind control at all.

After recording a few G videos, Black turned off the camera contentedly, and at this time, Jenny's embarrassed figure also appeared in their sight.

Steve's eyes lit up, he grabbed Black's arm even harder, and said quickly, "It's Jenny!"

The brown-haired man who was willing to sacrifice his life for his girlfriend choked up a bit, and his eyes were fixed on the female figure not far away who was climbing up a gentle slope while holding onto vines. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't even care about the strong wind. It will make his eyes cry, just looking at his weak girlfriend so intently, hoping that she will not encounter any misfortunes.

Seeing this, Black decided to speed up a little.

Jenny looks more embarrassed than Steve, but fortunately she is not tortured like Steve. She is dirty from top to bottom, soaked in muddy water, and has wounds on her cheeks and body, but they are all Slight skin trauma, probably from scratching in the woods, the most serious wound is a puncture wound on the instep, probably from stepping on something sharp during the escape.

The most troubling thing about this woman was her mental state. Her nerves were tense, her expression was overly alert and panicked, and she was almost extremely sensitive.

Blake changed hugs to hugs, and jumped down from the sky around Steve's thin waist. Before the vigilant Jenny found him, he gave her a hand knife without hesitation.

Steve quickly got up from Black's arms, and rushed over to catch his fallen girlfriend. He didn't have a quick teammate status bar like Black did. Seeing Jenny's distressed state, he immediately went to check her physical condition worriedly. , worried that she would be hurt by those demon boys.

After carefully checking the vital parts, the brown-haired man hugged his girlfriend tightly as if he was a treasure, and kept kissing her forehead as if he was suddenly relieved.

Blake watched the two clay figurines hug and kissed, feeling a little helpless for a moment: "Don't ask me why I did this?"

Steve had an expression that I could understand, and said cooperatively: "I know that the mysteries of Chinese kung fu will only be passed on to the Chinese, sir, thank you for saving us, I will turn around and don't look at it, if you are worried , you can also stun me!"

Blake: "..."

No, just dealing with your girlfriend is a hassle.

The author has something to say: There is a punctuation error, but I can't correct it, because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, every chapter I copied, and the end of every paragraph happened to be the paragraph of Pocket Writing/Moji Writing/OPPO Notebook The last word is very neat and cannot be damaged. It is like changing the name of the article when I finish it to say that you are short of output, because my finished article has a seven-character name.

Even the paragraph I mentioned above ends with the last word of the editor.