Superman

The fragments of the power of the phoenix were looking for a suitable host, but Luke, who knew about it, didn't care.

Even the god of mutants, Apocalypse is not his opponent.

Unless it is the black phoenix-shaped Qin-Gele that travels through time and space and comes to find himself to fight, no one is worthy of fear.

Besides, Superman and Apocalypse are in a battle, and they need to recuperate—although this is just an excuse for fishing.

But, I saved the world by myself, and it’s not a big deal to be lazy.

As a result, Luke threw the work of cleaning up the mess to Captain America and simply lay down in the luxurious suite of the Hell Hotel to sleep.

It's a pity that this peaceful sleep didn't last long, and a sudden knock on the door awakened him.

"Superman will get up too."

Luke shook his head, looked through the wall to see the incoming person, and said helplessly.

He slowly got out of the bed and opened the door slowly, like an old man with slow movements.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, seeming to be urging constantly.

The more so, the slower Luke's speed.

It took him ten minutes to walk from the bedroom to the entrance of the hallway, and he almost didn't kill anyone outside the door.

"You... didn't sleep all night?"

Luke was wearing his nightgown and saw Howard standing on the wall, his legs soft, and two heavy dark circles in his eyes.

The latter's clothes were messy and his hair was messy, as if he had been robbed.

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

As far as this image is concerned, it is more in line with the color criticism of having just participated in the carnival party and having too many people exercise.

"First, let me in first."

Howard spoke uncomfortably, stammered, with a trace of fear on his face.

As if behind him, some terrible beast chased him.

Luke gave a faint smile, then made room to help Howard, who was struggling to walk, into the room.

After only one night, the other party seemed to have lost several kilos, and the whole person felt weak.

"Are you kidnapped by some Middle Eastern thugs and thrown into the cave hungry for a week?"

Luke knowingly asked, by the way, he thoughtfully handed a glass of milk over to supplement Howard.

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

Compared to the original self, they were two people.

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

Howard drank the milk, with a look of fear on his face, as if thinking of some terrifying picture.

He shrank in the corner of the sofa, like a helpless girl who had been repeatedly abused, with tears in his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you need me to call the police? Howard Stark was brutally violated and suffered severe physical and psychological trauma?"

Luke let out a gleeful laugh.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

During the last trip to Paris, the psychological shadow that the female vampire left on Howard was not deep enough.

I don't know if the succubus lady this time made him understand the truth of a knife on her head.

"It's like this..."

Howard talked while sobbing.

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

Set the hour hand back to eight hours ago.

Wearing a saucy bag and spraying cologne, Howard came to the reserved room.

He had already finished the arrangement, rose petals sprinkled on the bed, and the faint yellow light, supplemented by a few candlesticks, created an ambiguous atmosphere.

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

The corner of Howard's mouth was drawn up, the mood was almost the same, and the next thing was...hehehe.

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

!

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

"You are really lovely, Howard."

The enchanting lady succubus took the rose, lowered her head and sniffed, and then threw it behind her head, hugging Howard who was touching the beard.

"So direct? Don't just get into the subject without foreplay?"

Seeing Miss Succubus lift her leg and shut the door, Howard's heart jumped. He had never seen this scene.

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

"That... red wine?"

Howard hugged the overactive lady succubus and looked at the two goblets on the side of the candlestick.

"I don't like to drink that."

Miss Succubus licked her tongue and refused.

"Then eat steak?"

Howard retreated to the bed, seeing the formation he was more like the passive side.

"You are so cute, sweetheart, I just want to eat you now!"

The next thing is the tearing of clothes, the sucking of tongues, playing a hearty improvisation.

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

A new experience, a new technology, a new feeling...

In a word, feel comfortable.

"Howard, are you okay?"

The charming voice of the succubus lady reached his ears.

Real man, how can you say no!

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

"Come again?"

The succubus lady looked like a diners who had just eaten three points and continued to order.

Once, once, again.

"and many more!"

Howard shouted weakly, applying for a truce.

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

"Did you know? I didn't sleep, rest, or even finish smoking a few cigarettes for eight full hours!"

Howard said angrily.

Don't the succubus of hell pay attention to a sustainable development?

To the back, he knelt on the bed.

Looking at the tempting front, but feeling like a hell that can never be filled, it is desperate!

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

Luke cast a sympathetic look, how could hell juice succubus be so easy to sleep in.

It can only be said that Howard still has too little knowledge, lustful, and does not know the sinisterness of hell.

"I reminded you that boys should protect themselves when they are away."

Luke tried to squeeze a smile to make himself appear sincere.

"I want to go back to New York, take a good rest and concentrate on scientific research."

Howard's eyes were firm, as if he had realized it.

"Don't sleep the succubus? I also specifically mentioned to Mephisto, let him do more other races, increase the characteristics of the Hell Hotel."

Luke said deliberately.

"Such as centaur, female demon, female elf..."

Howard shook his head vigorously, and after eight hours of hard work, he was numb.

The female color is pink skull, and she can't shake herself at all.

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

Luke smiled relievedly, then said, "How about the female angel?"

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

"You don't have enough energy to spare, and you still miss angels?"

Luke was speechless at once, and as expected, the old critics were indifferent. It was not that they changed their evils, but that they did not poke XP.

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...

"Caliban, Eric has a high fever."

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

"The guy who only drags you back!"

Caliban took a sip of beer and showed disgust.

If it wasn't for Eric's rare talents, he would have left the opponent long ago.

Magnetic control, if placed in the warlord’s chaotic Middle East, it would be equivalent to a big killer!

"This ghost place, where can I find a doctor!"

Caliban spat, unable to think of a solution for a while.

This team of mutants is too conspicuous, strangely dressed, with different skin colors and different accents, which easily attracts the attention of local residents and police.

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

A few hours ago, Caliban learned of the "bombing" in Nevada on the radio.

I can probably tell that Apocalypse is really cold.

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

It is not easy to escape the sight of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the police interrogation.

"anyone there?"

A Ford car stopped outside the motel.

The couple with the child got out of the car, opened the door and said, "Is anyone... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Seeing a group of strange people with different clothes and various skin colors in the hotel, the couple quickly retreated out.

"Are you doctors?"

Caliban glanced at the nameplate on the man's salute, frowned and asked.

"Uh, I work at Monterey City Hospital in Los Angeles."

The man nodded.

"Then come in and do it."

Caliban beckoned, and the brawny man guarding outside the door carried the parked Ford sedan with one hand.

Then, a few people gathered around and blocked the couple's path.