Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

And I'm not a woman, but it's just a mere imitation, my friend really has too much to worry about!

Mere imitation, my best friend is really worrying too much!

Worry too much!

This deep and magnetic male voice, with the sexy charm unique to handsome and strong adult men, is like a drum beating loudly, or a spring thunder piercing through late winter, rushing into history with a rolling amount of information. Tiff's mind—he's completely screwed up.

The gentle and clear sky-blue pupils of this poor blond young man showed a hopeless daze, and a cute expression called bewilderment and collapse appeared on his handsome face, instead of the usual Introverted, stubborn, gentle and shy.

Two barrages with the rankings of "WTF" and "language" drifted past Steve's confused mind.

And this oriental girl with white porcelain skin, spring-like eyes, soft and innocent enough to make any man fall in love with her, still leaned towards him without any sense of gender crisis, cupping Steve's thin cheeks, with a worried look on her face Concerned: "My dear friend, what's wrong with you? Come back to your senses! Come back to your senses!"

This sincere and caring "best friend" successfully brought back Steve's almost collapsed mind - but it is not because it contains the other party's hot and straightforward emotions, but because of the forceful and deep voice that makes people leg Soft bass, man!Low!sound!

No wonder, no wonder she has such a face, she is still beautiful without knowing it, she has no defense against men, and she doesn't take the robber's verbal offense to heart, no wonder her behavior and behavior are wild, even her character is rough It's unbelievable, it turns out that this oriental beauty who is as beautiful as porcelain is not only a weak vase, she is not even a girl, she is a man at all!

Steve's eyes quickly passed over the mutant's slowly rising and falling chest, but he couldn't help but land on his slender waist and soft facial contours. He held his forehead and breathed out slowly, feeling the pain in his mind. A hundred little bees lined up buzzing.

After a while, Steve finally found his logic. He asked with some difficulty: "Sorry... Ibaraki, did I hear something wrong? You said this is female mimicry, mimicry?"

The mutant nodded in confirmation. He looked down at his attire. He didn't feel any embarrassment about being a man but pretending to be a beautiful woman. Therefore, he didn't notice Steve's emotions. He hesitated for a rare moment, explaining Said: "When I was weak, I often confuse prey in the form of a beautiful woman, so that I can survive in the cruel world so far."

Steve: "..."

His expression became very complicated in an instant!

Think about it too, how could there be such creatures as women's clothing bosses during World War II, even if some clubs can play something special, but Steve is so conservative, it is impossible to understand these things.

Noticing Steve's almost sluggish silence, the mutant quickly changed his tune, and said cheerfully: "But I'm now at the pinnacle of strength! This little trick, if my best friend doesn't like it, I won't use it!"

But the fact is not the case. Steve's heart is just suppressing a complex emotion mixed with solemnity, pain, love and emotion, so he didn't give an answer or react in time. He didn't know how cruel the living environment was. Ibaraki made the choice of dressing up as a woman to show weakness, but this did not prevent him from feeling sad for the past experience of his new friend, and also for the situation of mutants.

It's a pity that as soon as this sentence was finished, before the stunned Steve could react, the weak beauty raised her left arm high without hesitation, then clenched her fist hard, and the looming shadow of the ghostly hand solidified instantly——

A terrifying roar of sonic boom echoed in the ears, and the black and purple hellfire rose up with its teeth and claws, and burned the disguise made of demon power in an instant, revealing the true face of Dajiangshan Ghost General.

Steve was shocked: "..."

He and the hundred bees in his mind looked at each other, staring blankly, and finally closed their mouths in the same style as the chicken, as quiet as a chicken.

The tangible and intangible raging fire slowly faded away, and a tall man in black armor stepped out from the endless black flames. Two terrifying golden and black ghost horns protruded from his red hair, hanging from his ankles. The golden bell, the crow-colored flying feathers gathered in the shoulder armor, the cuff of the right arm is empty, although there is only one left arm with a terrifying ghost hand, but he is majestic like an invincible General.

As if considering the limited acceptance of human beings, the mutant who changed his shape slowly restrained his wanton black and purple power, and the hellfire held by his left palm disappeared. He spread his arms and exposed his chest, completely revealing to Steve. Show your harmless side.

Steve noticed that he had long red hair that was as enthusiastic and flamboyant as he was, and compared to his thinner self, this man's figure was too tall. He was at least 1.9 meters tall, and his face was extremely handsome. Because of his body shape, his husband is different from the slightly juvenile handsome, which is what he has always dreamed of, and belongs to the charm of a mature man with strong strength.

This man with an arrogant and ruthless expression is so intimidating, only the two dark golden pupils with strong and straightforward hot emotions stared straight into Steve's eyes, after noticing the other's shock, , he hooked the corner of his lips, and shouted: "Best friend?"

It’s no wonder that Steve was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t come back to his senses for a long time, it’s because Steve himself was very strong-willed, otherwise Lin Daiyu, who was delicate and soft at the head of the bed, would transform into a Lu Zhishen who was at least 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than [-] , You just say who can bear it.

But Captain America is Captain America, even if he hasn't been injected with super soldier serum yet, he is still extremely determined.

Steve finally recovered from the collapse of "my best friend Lin Daiyu drank this glass of wine and turned into Lu Zhishen", he pursed his lips nervously, paid special attention to the other's ferocious black and gold ghost hands, and considered Seeing the unfriendly attitude of human beings towards mutants, he seemed to suddenly understand why Ibaraki chose to face him with mimicry.

The upright Captain America suddenly felt a little sad, and he whispered guiltily: "This is your mutant form? Your arms and horns are indeed very different from the appearance of humans. No wonder you have to use mimicry all the time, otherwise it would be very It's easy to spot the difference."

But the other party didn't notice his emotional change at all, he frankly turned around in front of Steve, so that the other party could fully observe the difference in himself, then looked at his expression and laughed out loud. With a voice, he asked Steve eagerly: "Not bad, do you like it, my friend? How do you think it compares to my female mimicry?"

Looking at this earnest and straightforward posture, it seems that whichever one Steve likes, he will choose which one he will use in the future - this is the unique advantage of the women's clothing boss, I have all the looks you like, don't care if you are straight or curvy Whether he likes a man or a woman, it's all about him.

Once again, Steve was caught in a difficult life decision.

Finally, considering that Ibaraki may also be treated unfriendly by humans because of his distinctive appearance, he said firmly: "Your body is more beautiful, whether it is horns or arms, mutants are not monsters, their difference is another A god-given treasure, and you too, Ibaraki... Believe me, your body and your mimicry are beautiful, and humans and mutants will live in harmony someday."

"really?"

The man's bright golden pupils suddenly lit up, and he gave his friend a hug without hesitation, squinting his eyes and explaining in satisfaction: "I didn't like to deal with human beings before, so I rarely show this body in front of people, and I don't know human beings. From an aesthetic point of view, how does this monster look like, now that I see my best friend reacting like this, I feel relieved."

The skinny Steve and his 1.8-meter-three friend Bucky are half their heads shorter and thinner, not to mention Ibaraki Doji, who has big breasts and long legs, and whose figure is comparable to Thor or Superman. It has been completely shrouded in the shadow of the other party.

Steve had difficulty breathing, and struggled to survive. He gasped for a while before continuing: "But you can't use your body form when you leave the apartment. It's easy to be discovered by others, and then notify the army. Although I don't mind this, But I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the hot weapons of humans, and... if you don't mind, you can continue to use mimicry in the apartment, as you like."

The mutant snorted proudly, and said without hesitation: "My dear friend, don't worry too much! Human weapons are nothing to me! Except for that old fox of Abe, the lives of both onmyojis and ordinary humans are fragile. Terrible—they're so fragile they'll die."

Steve said weakly, "let go, let go Ibaraki, for you, I may be more fragile than ordinary human life, your hug makes me almost out of breath."

"Sorry, but I will never let go of my best friend again!"

A warm current came from the mutant's palm on his back, making Steve feel that his aching lungs were not so uncomfortable, and then he heard the mutant say: "No matter what body mimicry , My gender is all male, not differentiated by skin, now that my best friend knows this, I don’t need to go to other people’s place to spend the night!”

Steve felt that he had basically mastered the knack of appeasing mutants—smoothly, he gave up any thought of arguing, and muttered: "Okay, but there is only one single bed in my apartment, look at your His body shape and height are a little taller than Bucky's, so sleeping on the sofa will definitely be uncomfortable, so I'll be fine...or a floor berth would be fine too."

His cohabiting partner raised his chin confidently, and vowed in a tone of praise, "I have my own way."