From the Apocalypse

In the evening.

New Chinatown.

Peggy Carter woke up quietly, feeling uncomfortable all over, with a splitting headache, thirsty throat, and uncomfortable like a lack of water.

She saw a glass of water on the table, grabbed it and drank it. After drinking, she finally felt thirsty no longer.

Peggy Carter frowned, smelling the thick, turbid, pungent smell of wine in the room, and opened the window to ventilate. The cool evening breeze made her feel a lot more immediately.

Without the smell of alcohol, she immediately smelled the smell of her body. It was sweat and sweat after drinking. No matter what time it was, it wouldn't be good, let alone after drinking. This time, she drank a lot.

Peggy Carter got up, moved his stubborn body, walked out of this strange room, then saw the bathroom next to it, and walked in.When I came out of the bathroom, it was getting late.

At the sunset and half of the sky, a girl like her, wearing a white cotton bath towel, was lying on the railing and looking down.

Below, a car, almost silent, drove out slowly and left here.

Peggy Carter recognized this car. It was the same car she had been in at noon today.

These two cars are very cool, the layout inside is very dazzling, cooler than any car she knows before, even the future speed car designed by Howard Stark can not be compared.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the girl's hair was hanging down, and the wind was blowing, touching a heartstring of people.

I have to say that she is very beautiful, very beautiful, and has a unique charm. Even Peggy Carter couldn't help being attracted and had a good impression of her. Even if she was drunk in the afternoon, she was not angry with her.

There is a kind of beauty that can kill both men and women, both women and women like it.There is a kind of charm, whether men or women, will have a good impression of such attractive people.

Natalia is now growing up, and she has begun to possess this.

"Natalia, why did he go out?" Peggy Carter walked over naturally.

In the afternoon, the fight for wine increased the relationship between the two people. Even with a headache, they still felt cordial at this time.

I don't know why, but I feel very kind.

"I don't know, it seems that I just went out so suddenly." Natalia said puzzled.

During the time they spoke, the car had disappeared, and there was no shadow at all.

Looking at such an exquisite and beautiful girl still reminds Peggy Carter of the fight when we met yesterday, crushed by her opponent.

It's incredible that such a weak and beautiful girl is so powerful!

Peggy Carter didn't believe it, but the body that seemed to need protection had power that she couldn't compare.

Peggy Carter couldn't help asking: "How are you good here."

Natalia deliberately pretended to be stupid: "What? Drinking?"

Peggy Carter gave her a blank look: "Fighting, I am not someone who can easily defeat you, but I lose to you. Strength, your strength is great, one hand is stronger than my two hands." When talking about this, she took Natalia's hand and looked at it.

Natalia looked at her too.

Beautiful person, good figure, the bath towel is supported.

"The skin is very tender. It's so enviable. It's hard to believe. You have such a great strength. It's unscientific. How did you do it?" Peggy Carter said, rubbing Natalia's arm. , Sighed.

"Cultivation, exercise can do it!" Natalia said, and she poked her hand into Peggy Carter's bath towel.

"Huh? There is still a ditch, it's very sexy." Natalia said.

Peggy Carter rolled her eyes at Natalia, but the other person was a girl, and she was asking questions again. She didn't care much, just a little weird.

"I know how to exercise, but practice? How to practice? Is it like those nuns? Or something else?"

"Cultivation" is an unfamiliar word, just like when many westerners heard the word "Kung Fu" at first, it has not appeared in English with poor vocabulary. Even if there is a similar word, it is not explained, Peggy. Carter didn't understand either.

Natalia didn't understand it at first, but after studying with Shen Guang, she understood the meaning of this word.

"Simply put, it is an uninterrupted, systematic exercise every day." After thinking about it, Natalia said, although it is not quite right, it is the closest explanation.

"This is still exercised? I exercised too, you see, my hands." Peggy Carter said, showing her hand to Natalia.

Her hands, some calluses, these are the things she left after a lot of exercise.

"Hehe, it's pretty rough." Natalia grabbed it and looked at it with a smile.

Peggy Carter: "..."

…………

Shen Guang felt that the day passed well.

In the morning, I took the beautiful woman for a drive, and then experienced some sports in the car, which made him memorable.

At noon, I even saw the struggle between the two beauties. Although one party didn't know that he was being calculated at the beginning, the subsequent fight for wine... still opened Shen Guang's eyes.

Compared to the morning and noon, the afternoon was calmer. Shen Guang was in a good mood and rarely dealt with the backlog of documents for several days, and he was busy until the evening.

Just as he was thinking about how to spend a wonderful night, Shen Guang discovered that someone was sending provocative signals to him again.

The familiar breath is just outside of New Chinatown, and the breath of the guy who has dealt with in the black street.

Thinking of the skull head that seemed mad and irrational at the time, Shen Guang stopped hesitating, and immediately drove outside.

This is not the black street, but the site of his own business. In such a place, Shen Guang does not want to be destroyed by a madman.

The car quickly left New Chinatown and came outside. The open area outside was still very lively.

Although there is no safety inside, no one dared to make trouble here because of the people in New Chinatown watching.

The car passed through here silently, headed in one direction, and in a corner, unexpectedly saw a man.

Shen Guang felt once again, and once again confirmed that this person was calling him.

"Ghost Rider? Or Ghost Rider?" Shen Guang asked, going down the window.

"Whether it is a ghost rider or a ghost rider, call it whatever you like." The man smiled bitterly.Obviously very young, but full of vicissitudes of life and fatigue, and the look of shaggy beard, very attractive to some girls who like such uncles.

Sure enough, this guy is not dead!

Shen Guang knew it, but wasn't surprised, this made the Ghost Rider curious.

"I show up here so late, I don't believe you are looking for me to chat, tell me your purpose." Shen Guang single-handedly said.

It was dark and there were still people waiting for him at home. He didn't want to talk to such a strange man like this.

"Would you like to hear a story?" The man took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and handed one to Shen Guang.

"I don't smoke." Shen Guang refused, but took out a delicate cigar to light it up, "I like to listen to stories, I hope your stories are not too stinky, too long..."

Man: "..." Slowly retracted Chuan.

"Then make a long story short..."