Superman of the Marvel Universe

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Walk out of the Doorless Bar and drive into New York City.

Looking at the enthusiastic mysterious guest, Luke responded calmly while being vigilant.

He had many ideas regarding the current situation.

Such as honey traps, lure traps, etc.

"Everything seems to be getting interesting."

Ten minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi, followed by the mysterious guest who twisted his waist.

In his opinion, the opponent is the queen of Hell's Border and a popular player in the Supreme Mage Battle.

Taking the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and being so passionate and straightforwardly provocative, he must have some ulterior thoughts.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, let alone a good thing like a beautiful girl coming to your doorstep.

Even as a strong and healthy male creature, Luke was confident in his own charm.

However, he did not redeem Nightwing Dick Grayson's "Forgiveness Cap Giver" skill card.

How could he successfully capture a young, lively, sexy and charming female superhero in half an hour?

This is a bit too exaggerated!

Superman is a walking sorceress pile driver, not a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically releases hormones and has aphrodisiac effects.

"The room is big, and the bed is big too."

Luke swiped the room card and walked into the luxurious suite where the mysterious guest was.

This is the Hilton Hotel in the heart of New York City. It seems that the Queen of Limbo has a quite nourishing life after returning to Earth.

"Then why don't you try the bed - see if it's soft?"

Luke was looking at the crystal chandelier above his head, then picked up the remote control and turned on the TV - what most people would do when staying in a hotel.

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

But they always open it subconsciously, as if following some kind of custom.

However, after Luke completed this set of actions and turned around.

He discovered that the mysterious guest was removing his boots and leather pants almost at an extraordinary speed.

What caught the eye was the lovely figure leaning on the bedside with her jade body spread out.

Ah, this... you don't even go through the heart-to-heart conversation process?

Isn’t the pace a bit too fast?

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

Before he could figure out what was going on, Luke tried his best to sound as straight as a man.

"When I see you, I feel very attractive inexplicably. The impulse in my heart makes me feel hot... I don't know your name yet?"

Mysterio's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.

It seems to be piercing through that handsome body and piercing the soul.

"Oh, you don't know your life, gender, or sexual orientation, how dare you ask someone to stay in a room?"

Luke's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly complaining.

"I am Stephen Strange's contractor, an ordinary mage."

He introduced himself this way.

"Strange...oh, you mean that smelly man who just climbed out after falling into the sewer? To be honest, it's surprising that he survived the first game."

Mysterio had no interest in his competitors, so he said it lightly.

Then, he turned his attention to Luke.

"For me?"

Luke was a little surprised. He hadn't done anything yet, but the other party was so proactive and direct?

"Before I stepped into Doorless Bar, the fortune teller from Hell's Border told me that I would receive a surprise gift."

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

"Now it seems that she was absolutely right."

Luke raised his eyebrows. Is this the Marvel version of Westward Journey?

Is the person who pulls out the sword the destined hero?

He had never heard of such a setting.

"Sit closer, you smell good."

The mysterious guest hooked his fingers, releasing a seductive aura like a succubus from hell.

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

Before he could start talking, two fair arms wrapped around his neck.

Snapped!

The original crystal chandelier radiated light.

Instantly off.

"The sugar coating is peeled off, but where are the cannonballs?"

Until the last moment, Luke still didn't understand the situation.

In the end, this queen of Hell's Border is just greedy for her own body, or she has other agendas.

……

……

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

If you are waiting for the bus or subway, or waiting for the bell to ring and school to end, then a few minutes will seem very long, as if the second hand is jumping extremely slowly.

Replace it with a fun vacation, a wild party, and some other acceptable circumstances, and a few hours are just a blink of an eye.

For example, Luke ending the fight.

To him, he didn't feel that the fierce fighting situation would last long.

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

"So, you just simply want to sleep with me?"

Luke casually put on his nightgown and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

As the queen of Hell's Border, a well-known young witch who is proficient in black magic, and a new generation of mutants, Mysterio's personal strength is quite outstanding.

He has a physical fitness that is close to that of a demon. In terms of flexibility and endurance, he is outstanding among the opponents Luke has encountered.

"I originally had something serious to say, but...then I forgot about it."

Mysterio lay prone on the bed, her waist-length blond hair spread out, covering up her beautiful curves.

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

Luke was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Next time, activities that promote physical and mental health can actually be put later."

He didn't expect that he would unknowingly release Mephisto's dove, making the other party wait in vain for several hours.

Of course, I didn’t expect that Mysterio would do it so directly that Luke felt like he was being raped.

"But what does Mephisto want from me?"

Luke took off his robe and walked into the bathroom.

No matter which universe he is in, he and this hell lord have never met before and have no friendship.

"The old liar has contacted all the participants in the Supreme Mage Contest in private."

Mysterio replied weakly.

"It seems that hell is making big moves."

Luke's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth raised.

Mephisto has never been at odds with the Supreme Mage. He often makes trouble secretly and always plays the role of a villain hiding behind the scenes.

It seems that Gu Yi may have caught a big fish by pretending to be dead.

"Um...Luke, leave your phone number and we can make an appointment next time."

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

"We'll meet again soon, don't worry."

Luke laughed and pushed the door open.

He is no longer limited to pile-driving sorceresses, but even female demons - Mysterio is, to a certain extent, half-demon.

“It feels like I’m going further and further down the wrong path, and I’ll never come back.”

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

He pushed open the door next door and saw an old man in a suit with a sinister face.

The other person was sitting on the single sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.

The extremely strong, almost unmistakable smell of sulfur filled the room.

A mage with a slightly keener perception, or a person with psychic abilities, can completely detect it.

"I originally invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately only six came. With you, you are the seventh."

Mephisto put down his wine glass and said calmly.

"In fact, if I hadn't heard the noise next door, I would have thought you declined the invitation too."