Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

This is a standard princess hug.

The tall and slender oriental beauty easily hugged the tall and straight black young man in her arms. Under the futile struggle of the other party to suppress her anger, she slowly pinched the big cat's sensitive waist and abdomen without changing expression, and successfully let the big cat He was suffocating for breath, and his body froze.

And the little boy Eric, who was hugged by the onmyoji in the softness with his legs bent, narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't say a word, turning his neck like a lion with a dangerous breath and angered by poachers. His movements were crackling, his eyes were red with anger, and he almost exploded.

23 glanced down at him: "You're so angry."

Also being hugged by a princess, at most Captain America just blushed in embarrassment and pampered his best friend helplessly, while Eric's expression of humiliation and forbearance seemed that he was not being hugged by a beautiful girl princess, but experienced A brutal sterilization.

Speaking of which, compared to Eric the orange cat, Steve during World War II was a blond-haired, blue-eyed, delicate and frail little beauty. He was easier to hug than this leopard in terms of vision and feel. More... wait, not necessarily, after all, Eric's muscles are smooth and elastic, while Steve's figure is simply too thin, with more bones than flesh, and it may feel a little uncomfortable in the hand.

Black's analysis: "There are fundamental differences between cats and canines."

What's more, Eric is still a super villain. He grew up in Oakland, California, USA. Being a black man and being an orphan doomed him to not have a very happy childhood. Intimately hugged.

...and he was still hugged by the princess, or by a weak and beautiful girl, the princess, maybe his father had never hugged him like this.

After thinking about it, 23 added: "There is an essential difference between superheroes and supervillains, and the orange cat is not a cat."

Unlike T'Challa, as the heir of Wakanda, T'Challa can easily get anything no matter what he wants, but Eric is the complete opposite of him. Everything in it needs to be fought for.

He is a trapped beast who came out of desperation. Suffering obliterated his nature, so that he only learned to conquer and plunder, and he would never learn the gentleness of the king. Eric is a born tyrant and dictator, and everything is close to him. His relationship and affection are elusive for him.

In the same situation and experience, some people become heroes and some people become villains. This is the main reason why 23 admires and loves superheroes, especially Bruce Wayne. He is a flower blooming in the dark and corrupt Gotham mud, A falling star.

Blake noticed her expression: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that the evaluation task of awakening Onikiri is about to be done, Black, remind me to try to awaken Onikiri's mental adaptation after the task is over, and I can't keep procrastinating like this."

23 withdrew her attention and turned to look at Eric, who was silent. The regretful expression faded a little bit. She felt sorry for not being able to capture a beautiful black panther, but this was only a little bit. The orange cat who has a temper but knows how to restrain his minions completely makes up for this. She likes cute or obedient creatures.

However, in fact, Eric only clenched his palms because of the importance T'Challa attached to 23, and reluctantly endured all the violent taunts and subconscious counterattacks, and then he looked at the other's face , took a deep breath slowly.

In Eric's opinion, although this oriental girl with special abilities is not his type, her pretty face is enough for him to tolerate her presumptuous behavior a little bit, not to mention she resurrected him, and perhaps helped the duel Injured T'Challa.

Eric looked deep: T'Challa, you owe me too much!

And 23 looked at his handsome face, which could not bear the anger but slightly impressive, and raised her eyebrows unsurprisingly. She thought that enough was enough, but Eric was really heavy, so she weighed the weight of the new pet carefully, He said to himself: "Compared to the special breed of orange cat, I can accept this weight."

Black compared the data and pointed out coldly: "In the official data of Eric the Leopard, the weight is 220 pounds, while the official data of the Red Hood, which is claimed to be 180 barrels and 23 pounds in the DC world, is only [-] pounds. Comrade [-], yours Cat, overweight."

Your cat, is overweight.

Fortunately, the communication between 23 and Black usually does not rely on words, otherwise Eric may explode on the spot and die endlessly.

23 looked down at the cat: "You seem to have something to say?"

"Don't think that if T'Challa indulges you, I will tolerate these offensive behaviors. You must know that I am not that good-tempered black panther."

Eric put his cold palm on the side of 23's neck, and pressed it threateningly. He didn't care much about being hugged at first, but this gesture forcibly awakened his suppressed anger and shame that filled his whole body. Sensation, he coughed lightly, almost wrote the word "retaliation" on his face, and urged in an uncomfortably low voice: "How long do you want to hug?"

23 The movement of weighing Eric's weight was not careful, so the other party had to stretch out an arm to hook her neck to prevent losing what little dignity he had left when he fell.Therefore, she guessed that she might have succeeded in angering the big cat who was already on the verge of eruption, which made him erect the spikes all over his body, and deal with everything he was about to accept vigilantly and indifferently.

The onmyoji, who was unconsciously cut black by the eight hundred bhikkhuni's form, tilted his head slightly, and his gentle gaze slowly passed over the smooth and graceful forearm of the opponent's muscles, and said softly and meaningfully: "This is how you treat resurrection." The attitude of your own people? Let me remind you, His Royal Highness, Techara should have told you that you will stay here for the next three days."

Her tone was gentle and tender, and her gentle and harmless beautiful eyebrows seemed to suddenly come alive, but Eric always felt that he heard a threat from the other party - Eric was a little funny: she was threatening a person who was so irritable that he would not speak. Reasonable murderer, seriously?

But the irritable and unreasonable Leopard struggled for a second, and realized that his weak physical condition could not break free from the seemingly gentle confinement of the other party. It was a matter of masculine dignity. His eyes suddenly became serious, and his gaze swept across 23's neck like a blade.

——However, his own arm was unceremoniously hooking the other's slender neck, and then down, the soft and white arm of the woman was firmly wrapped around the waist, which formed a sharp contrast with his dark complexion... The stickers are a little soft to the touch and a little hot.

...All right, being hugged by a pretty girl, I won't be at a disadvantage anyway.

Eric's tense momentum calmed down in a second, he raised his eyebrows and snorted, then licked the corners of his lips with interest, and calmed down.

23 hugged him to avoid the wind, stuffed him into the quilt that Black had made with difficulty on the stone platform, then squeezed his palm and slightly calloused fingertips admiringly, and said calmly: "Even if you are so angry You didn't reach out your claws to get revenge on me. Seeing that you are indeed restraining your violent personality and free-wheeling attitude, T'Challa is right, you are changing for Wakanda, and I am starting to change your view, Prince Your Highness."

Eric's unfriendly gaze fell on the palm of her pinching her pad, and he sneered, "Is this a test?"

23: "It's an excuse. I like cats, but I can't afford them."

Being molested by His Royal Highness the prince with red ears angrily withdrew his hand back!

Of course, 23 didn't care about the big cat's little temper. She tried Eric's body temperature and wrapped him tightly.

Unsurprisingly, because this disobedient big cat dared to stand in the wind and blow the cold wind when he was weak, his hands and feet were as cold as a corpse, and he didn't warm up for a long time. Fortunately, Eric's body The quality is outstanding, so there is no fever.

"You should be grateful that T'Challa's escort sent the quilt over."

23 reheated the two grilled fish on the bonfire that had not been extinguished, then took the bowls and chopsticks brought by Black, carefully cleaned the fish bones, and arranged the white and tender fish meat in a row before feeding the weak fish. The leopard in front of him said with a bit of ridicule: "Open your mouth, what is your expression, shouldn't cats eat fish? Your cousin came here a few days ago as well."

Eric looked at the crystal clear fish meat delivered to his mouth, glanced at the onmyoji with a deep look, and said in a low voice, "Cat? This is some kind of relationship between you and T'Challa. Safe words, but it's a pity, I'm not T'Challa's docile house cat, and keeping me is risky."

This sentence is naturally also his intentional irony, because Eric can't convince himself at all, no matter in terms of actions or words, the attitude of the other party is not like some kind of treatment for the sick/handsome man who was picked up during the period of weakness Instead, it’s like feeding a stray cat whose fur is vigilant because of an injury—yes, a stray cat.

Eric twitched the corners of his mouth casually: he would not care about this with a woman, and although the other party's attitude is not correct, it is better than being gentle and beautiful, which can be tolerated, but not too much. It is said that all oriental women are like this , The written records also say that they are full of love, and often pick up small animals or injured handsome men and bring them home to raise. This is a traditional behavior.

But why should he be treated the same as T'Challa, don't girls love him more normally?

And 23 didn't know the content of Eric's brain supplement at all, and didn't realize that Babaichuni's attitude of looking down on human beings would also affect her. Stuffed in: "So endangered and dangerous species have no right to refuse the care of the breeder."

All Eric's special associations were wiped away by the chopsticks. He had a complicated expression while holding the fish in his mouth. He calmed down after reciting T'Challa three times silently, and did not reach out to wring the neck of this non-woman.

But the fish was delicious, and he was really hungry.

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So the leopard, who had been really hungry for a long time, swallowed the fish with humiliation, swept the scarlet tongue across his lips, sat up firmly on the edge of the stone platform, and stretched out his hand confidently to pick up the half bowl of grilled fish in 23's hand : "T'Challa was also fed like this?"

The elegant beauty smiled reservedly, stretched out a slender and soft index finger, and tapped lightly on Eric's forehead.

Then Blake watched as its host pressed the leopard back to the bed with one finger without changing his face, and he did not forget to pull the side of the quilt to cover the other party's sexy and attractive eight-pack abs and mermaid Only then did he raise his eyebrows a little and let out a sigh of relief.

Blake: "..."

Black: "Host, are you trypophobia?"

"It's not that serious, it's just uncomfortable looking at the scars."

23 faced Eric's murderous gaze, and continued to feed slowly. After he finished eating the two fish, he scratched his jaw equally to both brothers, and said softly, "That's good."

Eric: "..."

Eric smiled inexplicably: "Hehe."

She must have touched T'Challa that way too!

And Blake: "..."

Black felt that if the leopard possessed superhuman abilities, its host might be burnt to pieces by the heat sight now...

But fortunately, when 23 put the seal of divination on him to recover his blood volume, the big cat suddenly became docile as if he had sucked some catnip. Staring at 23, after contemplating, his irritable attitude changed drastically. He didn't even refuse her unkind stroking, and even took the initiative to rub her soft palm awkwardly.

The system affirmed: "He has something to ask of you."

"Please, heart-shaped grass? I can't help it."

23 felt reasonable in her heart, but she firmly refused to admit the reasons analyzed by the system. While comparing Eric's attitude, she said decisively: "I've said it all, I have a lot of theoretical knowledge about raising cats."

Blake: "..."

In the next three days, Eric's adaptability improved steadily. He was beautiful and tough, wild and sexy, even more attractive than a real leopard, and this state continued until T'Challa made his promise. A vibrating gold cat bell was sent to 23--cute in shape, exquisite and small, still his size.

His size!

The corners of Eric's mouth twitched violently, and he squeezed his Adam's apple uncomfortably with his fingers. Under the firelight, his dark brown pupils showed an inorganic coldness, coupled with the beautiful muscles after the blood bar was filled, Make him look like a real big cat.

T'Challa: "Njadaka, stick your head in here."

Eric: "..."

This is a bit familiar.