Superman of the American Comics

Get out of the gateless bar and drive into New York City.

Looking at the cheerful secret guest, Luke was calm and vigilant.

In view of the current situation, he had many ideas.

Such as beauty tricks, seduction traps and so on.

"Everything seems to become interesting."

Forty minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi and followed the secret guest who twisted his waist.

In his opinion, the other side is the queen of the border of hell and a popular player in the battle for hegemony of the supreme mage.

Take the initiative to throw yourself into the arms, and be so enthusiastic and straightforward, you must have some kind of unspeakable idea.

There is no free lunch in the world, and there will be no good thing that beautiful women send to the door in vain.

Even as a strong and healthy male, Luke is confident in his charm.

However, he did not exchange Dick Grayson's "forgive hat issuer" skill card.

How can you successfully recruit a young, lively, sexy and charming female superhero in half an hour.

This is a bit exaggerated!

Superman is a walking female warlock pile driver, not a human shaped aphrodisiac that automatically emits hormones and has an aphrodisiac effect.

"The room is big, well, the bed is also big."

Luke swiped his room card and walked into the deluxe suite where the secret guest was located.

This is the Hilton Hotel in downtown New York. It seems that the queen of hell's border has a very nourishing life after returning to earth.

"Would you like to try the bed to see if it's soft?"

Luke was looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV - as most people do in hotels.

Although no one really wants to watch TV or the news.

But they always subconsciously open it, as if they follow some custom.

However, wait until Luke completes this set of movements and turns behind him.

He found that the secret guest almost removed his boots and leather pants at an extraordinary speed.

What comes into view is a lovely child with a jade body lying at the head of the bed.

Ah, this... The process of chatting doesn't go?

Isn't the rhythm a little too fast!

"If you feel hot, you should turn on the air conditioner in the room."

Before finding out where he came from, Luke tried to make his speech look straight.

"I just feel very attractive when I see you. My inner impulse makes me feel hot and dry... I don't know your name yet?"

The secret guest's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.

It seems to pierce the soul through the handsome skin bag.

"Oh, the name, gender and sexual orientation have not been determined. How dare you ask someone to open a house?"

Luke's face remained unchanged, but his heart make complaints about himself.

"I'm Stephen strange's contractor, an ordinary mage."

He introduced himself like this.

"Strange... Oh, you mean the smelly man who just climbed out of the sewer? To be honest, it's amazing that he can survive the first game."

Secret guest has no interest in competitors and said something.

Then he put his eyes on Luke.

"Is it for me?"

Luke is a little surprised. He hasn't done anything yet. Is the other party so active and direct?

"Before I stepped into the no door bar, the divining mother-in-law at the border of hell said that I would receive a surprise gift."

The secret guest stretched out a foot to hook Luke's trouser leg, and his amber eyes flowed out gently like a pool of spring water.

"Now it seems that she is absolutely right."

Luke raised his eyebrows. Is this Marvel's version of the westward journey?

The man who pulled out the sword is the doomed hero of the world?

He hasn't heard of this setting.

"Sit closer and you smell good."

The secret guest hooked his finger, like the demon of hell, releasing an attractive breath.

Luke, who remained calm and prepared to fight, sat on the bed.

Before he began to talk, his two white arms wrapped around his neck.

Pop!

A crystal chandelier that originally emits light.

Momentarily extinguished.

"The sugar coating has been peeled off, but where is the shell?"

Until the last minute, Luke still didn't know the situation.

The queen of the border of hell is just greedy for her body, or has a different purpose.

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The scale of time, in people's subjective judgment, can be long or short, which is not accurate.

If you are waiting for the bus and subway, or waiting for the bell after class and school, the short minutes seem very long, as if the second hand jumps very slowly.

It can be replaced by a happy holiday, a Carnival Party, and some pleasant situations. A few hours is just a blink of an eye.

For example, Luke, who ended the battle.

For him, he did not feel that the fierce war would last long.

But when I opened the curtains and looked down at the city at my feet, the night was getting darker.

"So you just want to sleep with me?"

Luke put on his nightgown and stood in front of the huge French window.

As the queen of the border of hell, a famous young witch proficient in black magic and a new generation of mutants, the personal strength of the secret guest is quite excellent.

He has a physical quality close to the devil. He is excellent in terms of flexibility and endurance among the opponents Luke meets.

Generally speaking, it is very suitable for piling.

"I had something serious to say, but... I forgot later."

The secret guest was lying on the bed, and the golden hair at his waist spread out to cover up the beautiful curve.

"Mephisto, the old liar, should be next door. You can go there."

Luke was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "next time, such activities to promote physical and mental health can actually be put behind."

Unexpectedly, he stood Mephisto up and made the other party wait for hours in vain.

Of course, I didn't expect that the secret guest rolled the sheets so directly that Luke felt that he had been whored for nothing.

"But what does Mephisto want from me?"

Luke took off his nightgown and went into the bathroom.

No matter in which universe, he and the hell Lord are not masked and have no friendship.

"The participants of the supreme mage's struggle for hegemony, the old liar privately contacted all of them one by one."

The secret guest replied weakly.

"It seems that there are big moves in hell."

Luke's eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth tilted.

Mephisto has never dealt with the supreme mage. He often makes things secretly and always acts as a villain hiding behind the scenes.

It seems that Gu Yi pretended to be dead and probably caught a big fish.

"Well... Luke, leave a call and make an appointment next time."

The secret guest made no secret of her satisfaction with Luke in all aspects and believed that she could develop in the long term.

"We'll meet again soon. Don't worry."

Luke smiled and pushed the door out.

He is no longer limited to female warlocks, even female demons - the secret guest is a semi demon to some extent.

"I feel like I'm going farther and farther on the wrong road. It's gone forever."

Luke shook his head, determined to resist the temptation of the outside world.

He pushed open the door of the next room and saw an old man in a dark suit.

The other party sat on a single sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.

The smell of sulfur was so strong that it could hardly be covered up all over the room.

A mage with a slightly sharper perception, or a person with spiritual ability, can fully perceive it.

"I had invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately only six came. Plus you, it's the seventh."

Mephisto put down his glass and said faintly.

"In fact, if I hadn't heard the news next door, I would have thought you had refused the invitation."