Three Burials of the Tang Dynasty with Bronze Head and Iron Arm[Comprehensive English and American]

Action mages do what they say, without delay.

Upon hearing Steve's answer, San Zan was full of joy, opened his eyes wide, let out a loud shout, and raised his palm luckily.

Facing the mage's copper head and iron arms, even Captain America, whose physique is four times that of an ordinary person, couldn't help but tighten his throat.

The pair of iron palms that split the mountain and gravel are as white as jade, with distinct joints, just like the sorcerer himself, exuding an aura of "beautiful features, but strong backs", and with an inexplicable sense of mystery, they slapped him directly on the forehead. Down.

Steve forced himself to be calm, his scalp tingling.

Captain America is resolute, brave, gentle and powerful, but facing the third burial is still like facing a mountain, every inch of his body reflexes are frantically clamoring to block and dodge.

Steve swears to Howard that he absolutely believes that Chen's attack will be measured and will not hurt him, it's just...

If I remember correctly, Chen used these iron palms to smash the ice and dug him out from under the North Pole.

Longnu's real body is tens of thousands of feet tall, receiving this palm is nothing, but he is just a weak and ordinary human being...

Amitabha, please ask for blessings.

Sure enough, even though Sanburi took care of Steve's weak body and deliberately restrained his strength, Captain America's forehead was still red, and there were physical tears in his eyes.

Fortunately, the spell was very successful.

After a golden light passed, Steve, whose eyes were darkened, finally came back to his senses, only to feel the sound of Buddha around him, as if the call of Buddha was ringing in his ears, and the Bodhisattva could also be faintly seen.

However, the captain of the United States with big breasts, thin waist, hips and long legs was gone, and there was a frail and handsome young man standing there.

The little guy, who is as fragile as porcelain, at first glance has a pointed jaw, a thin figure, skin as pale as snow, and an empty shirt under it, which is a sign of frailty and premature death.

However, if you take a closer look, although little Steve is young, his eyes are as firm as the clear sky in thousands of miles, with soft and fine blond hair resting on his forehead, and his expression is innocent and blank.

What, what kind of peerless cutie is this? ? ?

San Zan hit his chest with a fist, feeling like his old father's punching heart was burning again.

Bajie was jolted back to his senses by the loud noise of the iron fist touching his chest muscles, and his whole body trembled subconsciously.

He looked towards the place where the third burial was directly in front of him, and he met the timid and wet little eyes of little Steve's puppy.

Isn't this, this, such a weak and innocent white lotus pie the best thing for a straight steel man like Master?

Bajie turned pale with shock, and then took a closer look, little Steve had more than just white eyes, this frail and sickly, weak little figure, Lin Daiyu was born again!

Bajie wished he could send a voice transmission to Wukong on the spot: "Scheming monkey, in terms of pretending to be weak and cute, you have an opponent!"

At this moment, Steve, who had recovered to his childhood figure, was holding a steel fork, bending it and then straightening it with his bare hands, testing his own changes. The face is amazed.

"Chen, your ability is simply beyond my imagination!"

Little Steve sighed in admiration, put the steel fork back on the dining table sensibly, ran up to the third funeral, raised his head, and said in a childish voice: "I'll go find Tony, as for Howard, just wait Please explain it to me."

This serious little face with a small face...

The mage had a loving face, and said kindly: "It's okay, it's okay, leave it to me, little boy, go and play."

"Then thank you, Chen."

Little Steve picked up a box of cakes on the dining table, thought for a while, took another box of donuts, and ran away.

"Thank you, between father and son, why is this..."

The mage was completely immersed in the joy of getting a new cub. At this moment, even if Steve asked him to pick the stars, he would dare to ask all the stars with a guarantee.

The dragon girl got out from the cuff of his monk robe, glanced at Steve's milky back, and her scales flushed red again.

The little girl recalled the ocean with the smallest diameter in the world, and couldn't help asking: "Master, can't we really take him back to Xitian or Dragon Palace to raise him? I want to raise him!"

San Zan sighed: "Sajia also wants to."

Holding the folding fan, Bajie spoke indescribably: "..."

Misfortune for Shimen, really misfortune for Shimen!

Bajie, full of a sense of crisis, flicked his folding fan and turned it into a bare writing brush. He took out a copy of the Three Burial Strategy Manual he wrote, licked the tip of the pen, added a small word on it, and returned it to Steve My husband has a grudge.

Here, Bajie was busy supplementing the works, while on the other side, once the little angel and cub left, San Zan couldn't swallow, and suddenly felt that the sauce and elbows had become dull.

The mage wiped his mouth, and swallowed the half-bitten elbow with the mentality of not wasting food.

Then he pinched the dragon girl's tail in a gesture.

As expected, the dragon girl understood, and opened her mouth to spit out a stream of clear water, which turned into a water mirror half a person's height in midair.

With a flash of cold light in the water mirror, a figure appeared immediately.

The blond-haired boy held the cake box and gently explained something to someone. Then the brown-haired little boy with curly hair relaxed his vigilance and heaved a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were a bad guy who sneaked in."

Little Tony was also embarrassed that he had identified his idol as a criminal, and explained awkwardly: "My dad is very famous and rich. I am kidnapped at least three times a year on average. They always have various tricks to trick me. Take the bait."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that this would damage his reliable image in front of Captain America, and quickly added: "So until I have the ability to protect myself, I will never take things from other people again, I... I didn't mean to knock over your donuts, you just scared me."

Little Steve hugged the cake box, his expression looked sad and moved, like a happy old father: "I'm sorry Tony, I should give you time to prepare mentally."

The third burial girl's heart was pounding, as if she saw a little hedgehog slowly showing its belly to her little friend.

That's right, these two milk dolls are the baby Steve and Tony.

Judging by the shape of his mouth, it was probably Steve explaining to the sensitive little Tony about his identity after becoming smaller.

He must be very bad at lying, that's why he stuttered when he blurted out the reason "after the serum is frozen, it will expire at least three days".

But fortunately, little Tony is "understanding", with his big caramel-colored eyes rolling around, he "understands" Steve's unspeakable secrets in this form, and he also very cooperatively complained about the instability of the super soldier serum .

The great injustice of Dr. Abraham Erskine.

"The serums from World War II are all old antiques."

Little Tony snorted, and touched Little Steve's forehead seriously. After confirming that the other party did not have a fever or illness, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, just like in the comics, it turns out that Captain America was really weak and sick when he was young..."

But just after saying this, little Tony's expression changed, he suddenly covered his mouth in annoyance, then put down his hand as if nothing had happened, and looked aside with a guilty conscience.

Little Steve was taken aback by the touch, and then smiled gently and tolerantly, shining like a holy light in an instant.

"I did get sick a lot as a kid, and I always lost fights to other boys, but Bucky would be there for me."

Little Steve said seriously: "I accept my past, because it is not something disgraceful, Tony, don't feel guilty and sad, I don't care."

The typical preaching of Captain America, but the young version of Steve looks too weak, what kind of weak willows are supporting the wind, tears are shining, and panting slightly...

Little Tony suffocated, and immediately felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

——Now that Captain America has lost his serum and is getting smaller, it's up to the American people to protect him!

American Tony Stark puffed up his chest and said seriously: "Captain, although Sergeant Barnes has left you, Dad and I will always protect you."

Steve froze for a moment, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with the development of the matter: "...?"

Little Tony never doubted his idol at all. As long as he thought that his idol would become confused and vulnerable due to the loss of power, he immediately felt that he had a long way to go.

"We'll go to the hospital for a physical examination later."

The little boy said very firmly: "Cap, even if you have returned to the weak and fragile form before, I will protect you, just like Sergeant Barnes!"

This is Tony, Howard's son, the cutest boy in the world, and my nephew.

Steve finally realized the joy of being an uncle, but couldn't help feeling sad that Bucky couldn't get to know Tony.

But soon, he recalled Sanbuy's promise that "the effect of the probationary period is only three days", he quickly stopped Tony, cheered up and explained: "The mage who saved me has already had an inspection, and it will recover in about three days. Don't worry."

"Why is it only three days..."

Little Tony couldn't say he was lucky, but he sighed with regret, and then comforted awkwardly: "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't recover, my dad said, you didn't become Captain America because of a serum."

Steve tentatively: "Uh...thanks?"

Tony completely abandoned his prejudices and completely turned back to the boy who fanatically worshiped Captain America: "You're welcome!"

After speaking, he gently hugged the idol.

After doing all this, the little guy seemed to realize what he had just said to his idol, subconsciously opened his eyes wide, and let out a helpless "ah".

Then the tips of his ears turned red, and he folded his arms and refused to speak.

Seeing this, the water mirror finally shattered.

Dazed, Longnu began to search for her private collection.

The third burial was full of tears, and he punched his chest with a fist: "Buddha, what kind of beautiful superhero friendship is this?"

He sonorously said: "Sajia ordered himself to bring back a Sergeant Barnes for these two cuties!"