Superman of the American Comics

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The fragment of Phoenix's power is looking for a suitable host, but Luke who knows this doesn't care.

Even the mutant God and the Apocalypse are not his opponents.

Unless it is Qin Ge Lei in the form of black phoenix who crosses time and space and comes to fight with herself, no one is to be feared.

Besides, Superman and Apocalypse have a war, which needs to recuperate - although this is only an excuse to fish.

But Superman has saved the world. It's no big deal to be lazy.

So Luke left the task of cleaning up the mess to Captain America and simply slept in the luxury suite of hell hotel.

Unfortunately, this stable sleep did not last long. A sudden knock on the door woke him up.

"Superman will get up too."

Luke shook his head, looked through the wall and saw the visitor, and said helplessly.

He walked out of bed slowly and opened the door slowly, like a slow old man.

The sound of knocking on the door became more and more urgent, as if it was constantly urging.

The more so, the slower Luke is.

It took him ten minutes to walk from his bedroom to the entrance of the porch. He almost didn't hurry the people outside the door to death.

"Are you... Sleepless all night?"

Luke, in his nightgown, saw Howard standing against the wall, his legs weak, and his eyes hanging with two thick black circles.

The latter had messy clothes and messy hair, like being robbed.

And there was only a pair of shorts on the lower body, and there were several obvious scratches on the bare chest and arms.

As far as this image is concerned, it is more in line with the color batch of having just participated in the Carnival Party and carried out too many people's sports.

"First, let me in first."

Howard didn't speak quickly, stammered and had a trace of fear on his face.

It was as if some terrible beast came after him.

Luke smiled vaguely, then made room and helped Howard into the room.

After only one night's absence, the other party seemed to lose several kilograms, and the whole person felt weak.

"What Middle Eastern bandits kidnapped you and threw you into the cave and starved for a week?"

Luke asked knowingly and tenderly handed over a glass of milk to replenish Howard's nutrition.

It is no exaggeration that now he is a bit like a skinny ascetic.

Compared with the original self, it's just two people.

"It's terrible! It's hell!"

Howard drank the milk and looked frightened, as if he remembered some terrible picture.

He huddled in the corner of the sofa, like a helpless girl repeatedly humiliated, with tears in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you? Do you need me to call the police? Howard stark was brutally violated and seriously traumatized?"

Luke laughed with glee.

I often walk by the river. There are no wet shoes.

The psychological shadow left by the female vampire on Howard's last trip to Paris was not deep enough.

I don't know if the little sister of the demon has let him understand the truth of a knife on the color prefix.

"Here's the thing..."

Howard sobbed and confided.

He never expected that an affair would turn into a disaster.

Turn the clock back eight hours ago.

Howard, dressed in a Sao bag and sprayed with cologne, came to the reserved room.

He had already finished the arrangement. The rose petals were sprinkled on the bed. The faint yellow light, supplemented by several candlesticks, created an ambiguous atmosphere.

Red wine, big meal, and charming incense in the room.

Howard's mood is almost the same. The next thing is... Hey, hey, hey.

Thinking of this, he only felt a slight heat in his lower abdomen and abundant energy waiting to be released.

Dong Dong!

Hearing the knock, Howard couldn't wait to open the door and handed a rose with his right hand behind his back.

"You're really likable, Howard."

The enchanting little sister took the rose, lowered her head and sniffed, then threw it behind her head and hugged Howard touching his beard.

"So direct? Don't let foreplay get to the point?"

Howard jumped when he saw the little sister lift her legs and close the door. He had never seen this scene before.

Generally speaking, shouldn't we drink two glasses of wine first, talk a few words, and gradually lead the topic to this aspect before we can be honest with each other?

"That... Red wine?"

Howard put his arm around the overly active little sister of the succubus and looked at the two goblets beside the candlestick.

"I don't like that."

The little sister licked her tongue and refused.

"How about steak?"

Howard retreated to his bed and looked at the formation. He was more like the passive side.

"You're so cute, sweetheart. I just want to eat you now!"

Next is the sound of tearing clothes and sucking and sliding tongues, playing a hearty impromptu movement.

Twenty minutes later, with a satisfied face, Howard leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.

New experience, new technology, new feeling

In a word, it's comfortable.

"Howard, are you okay?"

The charming voice of the little sister of the demon came into his ears.

Real man, how can you say no!

Thirty minutes later, Howard was satisfied again and lit a cigarette.

"Come again?"

Miss succubus looks like a diner who has just eaten three times full. Continue to order.

Once, once, again.

"Wait!"

Howard shouted weakly and applied for a truce.

Then he climbed out of bed and rushed into the toilet.

"You know what? For eight hours, I didn't sleep, I didn't rest, and I didn't even smoke a few cigarettes!"

Howard said sadly.

The demons of hell don't pay attention to a sustainable development?

In the back, he knelt on the bed.

Looking at the front that should be full of temptation, I feel like a hell that can never be filled. It's hopeless!

"I can see that you have run out of ammunition and food."

Luke cast a sympathetic look. It's not so easy for the demon to wear sleeping clothes.

It can only be said that Howard still has too little knowledge, lust and doesn't know the dangers of hell.

"I reminded you that boys should protect themselves when they go out."

Luke tried to hold back his smile and make himself appear sincere.

"I want to go back to New York, have a good rest and devote myself to scientific research."

Howard's eyes were firm, as if he had an epiphany.

"Don't sleep demons? I also specifically mentioned to Mephisto to ask him to engage in more other races and increase the characteristics of hell hotel."

Luke said deliberately.

"Such as centaurs, female demons, female elves..."

Howard shook his head hard. After eight hours of hard fighting, he was numb.

Women are pink skeletons and can't shake themselves at all.

"It seems that you have really found yourself and realized it this time."

Luke smiled with relief and said, "how's the angel?"

The expressionless Howard heard that although his body had been hollowed out, he still couldn't resist his inner impulse and subconsciously showed a "hey hey" expression.

"You don't have enough spare power. Do you still miss the angel?"

Luke was speechless. Sure enough, the old color group was indifferent. It was not that they changed their ways, but that they didn't hit XP.

……

……

"Caliban, Eric, he has a high fever."

In a motel near the California highway, a mutant ran over and said.

"A guy who can only drag his feet!"

Caliban took a sip of beer and looked disgusted.

But for Eric's rare talent, he would have left each other.

Magnetic control, if placed in the Middle East where warlords are chaotic, is almost equivalent to a big killer!

"Where can I find a doctor in this damn place!"

Caliban spit and couldn't think of a way for a moment.

This mutant team is too conspicuous, with strange clothes, different skin colors and different accents, it is easy to attract the attention of local residents and police.

So he found a motel temporarily, and then controlled the boss as a temporary shelter.

A few hours ago, Caliban learned about the "bombing" in Nevada through the radio.

I can probably judge that the Apocalypse is really cold.

Then his task became how to take these mutants out of the United States.

It is not easy to escape the sight of the Divine Shield Bureau and the investigation of the police.

"Anyone?"

Outside the motel, a Ford car stopped.

The couple with the children got out of the car, opened the door and said, "hello... Sorry to interrupt."

Seeing a group of strange people in different clothes and colors in the hotel, the couple quickly withdrew.

"Are you doctors?"

Caliban asked with a frown, glancing at the nameplate on the man's salute.

"Well, I work at Monterey city hospital in Los Angeles."

The man nodded.

"Then come in and do it."

Caliban waved, and the strong man guarding the door picked up the parked Ford with one hand.

Then, several people surrounded and blocked the couple's way.