[Comprehensive Yingmei] I became the white moonlight of the superheroes

The moment Sherlock stood up, his bathrobe slipped to the floor again.

His bare upper body and Daisy, who was also in thin clothes, were almost skin-to-shoulder.

Daisy put her hands on Sherlock's shoulders, and she clearly felt a hot fire in the skin under her palms.

The red marks on the neck and shoulders came into Sherlock's eyes more clearly.The man became more angry.

Now, not only did Daisy have a premonition that Sherlock might rub off a layer of skin on her, but she might even have to smell of him inside and out before she would give up.

"Sherlock!" Daisy exclaimed from the desire to survive, "Your hands are used for chemical experiments, how can you use them to bathe me? I don't deserve it!"

Sherlock paused, and he lowered his head to stare at Daisy for two more seconds, feeling that her guilty flattery was too obvious.

He was unhappy, and said nothing on his indifferent face, but his big palm pinched her heavily.Daisy's butt hurt, and the corners of her eyes immediately flushed with tears.

But the man didn't show any sympathy for his beauty: "Experiment? You are my experimental subject. Don't worry, I will study it bit by bit."

Daisy: "..." The ominous premonition became stronger.

It felt like after this night, she would have lost at least half of her life.

Sherlock's sullen face was so hard-hearted, the taste of being snatched from his mouth made his extremely stable thinking palace crumbling.If possible, he really wanted to lock Daisy in his "palace" forever.

As he thought about it, every step he took on the floor made a dull sound.

Just when the bathroom door was about to be kicked open by him, there was a strange fluctuation in the air.

Daisy opened her eyes wide, watching the familiar golden circles appear in midair.

Strange in a red cloak came out expressionlessly, followed by Doctor Who with his hands in his pockets and lips raised.

The doctor has long heard about Holmes and Strange's face-to-face stalking, but seeing it with his own eyes, he still rounded his eyes in a little surprise.

Strange's expression was as flat as ever: "When I dealt with Crowley in hell, I didn't look at you like this."

While speaking, he stared closely at Sherlock's movement of embracing Daisy, and finally he could no longer hide the unkindness in his eyes.

The doctor was still immersed in muttering to himself: "It's amazing, usually, such things only happen in parallel worlds."

Sherlock who listened to their conversation in silence: "..."

Although there were only a few words, he still understood the general identity of the other party at an extremely fast speed.

But who made Strange a mage? With a flick of his finger, Daisy disappeared from Sherlock's arms.

Strange wanted to pull Daisy over.

Daisy glanced at the situation of "the wolf on the left and the tiger on the right", but instinctively took two steps back and refused: "Stephen! I'm afraid it will happen again...that kind of situation, we'd better keep a little distance!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the doctor stood beside her happily, and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly.

Sherlock frowned at the two uninvited guests, and he quickly caught the clue: "Stephen? The mage of the parallel world, Stephen Strange?"

It was the name he had heard from Daisy.

Daisy, who was caught, was shocked. When she talked about it that day, why didn't she expect the scene now to happen!

"Sherlock, listen to my explanation!"

As soon as the words fell, Strange's face turned darker.He knew that he and Daisy's ex-boyfriend looked very similar, but he didn't expect that they were exactly the same.

The doctor added: "Even the arrogant personality is carved out of the same mold!" Thumbs up.jpg

He and Crowley's personalities are not alike at all, at least their positions are completely opposite!

Sherlock sneered, and started to use the skill of talking: "No matter how delicious the meal replacement is, it is not as delicious as the staple food."

The implication is that Strange is a stand-in!

Master Qiqi immediately counterattacked: "Daisy, we have lived together in Karma Taj for so long, why have you never heard of your ex-boyfriend? It seems that this person does not exist in your heart at all."

As he said that, Xiaohong on his body also rolled up half of his collar, cheering for its owner; but seeing Sherlock's cold eyes, the silly and confused Xiaohong immediately fell down cowardly.

Daisy knows how Xiaohong feels too well!

Even if she has experienced so many times in the Shura field, she only wants to be a transparent person in this situation!

But every time, the fire/powder exploded and exploded, and it would always explode back on her body.

The doctor liked to hear about the situation where the two men were at war.

He watched it leisurely for a while, and then whispered to Daisy's ear: "Let's travel through time and space with me for fun, and I won't let you go through this kind of Shura field."

Daisy looked into the doctor's big bright eyes that were like stars.

After confirming his eyes, he completely "forgot" the experience with Tony.

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Strange said faintly: "The idea of ​​leaving you in London is the doctor's idea."

Hmph, don't even try to pick a clean one.

Doctor: "?" He was not to be outdone, "We could have come back earlier, but this Doctor Strange has to thoroughly investigate everything he says, and we can only be delayed for a few more days."

As he spoke, he lowered his long eyelashes melancholy, looking very aggrieved.

Strange's face darkened.

The three men looked at Daisy together, looking like three big dogs begging for rua.

Daisy thought silently, it would be great if they were really dogs, and she could still rua past them one by one.

She quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, what did you go to deal with?"

It must be a very, very important thing to be able to delay the quasi-sorcerer and the time lord for such a long time.

Sure enough, Strange's expression became serious again.

Daisy took another deep breath.

"Did you smell a... cool and scary smell?"

I don't know if it's because he has been in contact with Constantine a lot. Now he sees everything with a pair of "supernatural eyes".

Doctor Zuo smelled and sniffed his clothes, and said to himself: "Do we still have the smell of hell on us?"

"Hell?" Daisy was stunned, "You guys went too..."

She didn't finish.

Because she suddenly discovered that this chilly dark aura did not come from Strange and Doctor Who.

— but from behind her.

Archmage Strange apparently also found out.

But he was slow.

A dark wormhole appeared from behind Daisy, and a withered black hand stretched out from inside, pulling Daisy into it.

Daisy: ...Do you want to do this every time?The plot is not enough, so you need to use wormholes to make up for switching scenes? !

After complaining, she closed her eyes and passed out.

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When Daisy opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a burly figure with her back to her.

A pure white apron is tied around his strong and powerful waist, and even the back view reveals a wordless concentration.

"Wake up." A faint and deep voice floated, and Hannibal's keen hearing clearly caught the slight rustling on the sofa.

He walked around the bar and stood facing Daisy, with an elegant and gentle smile still on the corner of his mouth.

This smile is too sincere, and it looks extremely inconsistent with his "ogre" personality.

It was also because it was a devil's smile that it looked even more pervasive.

Daisy looked at the frying pan in Hannibal's hand.A large piece of liver of an unknown animal similar to foie gras occupies two-thirds of the bottom of the pot. After the fat liver is soaked in brandy and fresh milk, it is filled with a strong French style.

At this moment, Hannibal looks like a lonely gourmet.

The plump liver meat is fried slowly over low heat, poured with mellow red wine juice, the tantalizing aroma is released very quickly, and the children next door are greedy and crying.

But Daisy has no appetite at all.

She had imagined a thousand answers to "how to decline Hannibal's invitation to dine together".

Unexpectedly, what Hannibal prepared for her was Japanese soufflé and whiskey mousse. He seemed to know that she would not eat any meat, so it was extremely rare to break the "every dish on his table." Not vegan".

Daisy, who was separated from the dining table by a certain distance, still sat tightly on the sofa with her buttocks tightly glued to the sofa, watching Hannibal slowly set the plates one by one.

Then, he pulled the chair from the guest's seat.

"Are you coming, or do you want me to bring it to you?" The tone was full of gentleman's politeness, but it was more like the raving of death.

Daisy could only bite the bullet and walked over.

The aroma of sweets floated over, so fragrant and sweet.

"Gu~" This disappointing stomach!

Hannibal smiled, and he glanced at the watch on his hand: "You have been asleep for 8 hours, you should add some sugar."

Daisy opened her mouth, just about to ask how she appeared here.

She suddenly went dumb.

The extremely elegant man is calmly cutting off a piece of foie gras and putting it into his mouth. It has to be said that even the cheeks of this man are irresistibly sexy when he is chewing.After tasting the foie gras, he raised the goblet again, sipping the red wine indulgently and pursing his lips slightly.

Daisy, who wanted to escape to the parallel world, changed her mind instantly.

Wealth and wealth are in danger - she wants to sleep with him!

"Hiss!" Without paying attention, she was cut off her finger by the handle of the tableware.Daisy stared at the gleaming silver knife and fork for a few seconds, and had reason to suspect that it was Hannibal's intention.

Hannibal stared intently at the bloodstain on Daisy's finger.

This glance was as long as [-] seconds to her.

"Why are you so careless?" He sighed softly, and the ending sound had a hint of pampering, which made Daisy startled.

The next second, Hannibal took her finger to his lips.

He lightly sucked her fingertips, the tip of his tongue delicately slid across the gap of the wound, and his thin lips exhaled sexyly.

For a moment, Daisy's attention was on Hannibal's lips that seemed to be sucking jelly.

Lust.

She completely forgot that she was a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Mr. Hannibal..." Daisy asked him blushingly, "Would you like to do it?"

As she spoke, she swallowed honestly.

His eyes looked deathly.Even if she dies, she will still be a dead ghost!

Daisy blinked her eyes sincerely, and silently told him with lustful eyes: "Yes, I'm just slandering you!"

Even Hannibal paused reflexively for a moment.

He lowered his fingers, Daisy's blood was still stained on his lips, it looked like his lips were as seductive as poppies, inviting people to pick.

He smiled and stood up.

Daisy looked up at him.

Hannibal's tall figure almost completely covered Daisy, he gracefully unbuttoned and took off the suit vest outside the striped shirt.