The end game [Zhongyingmei]

When Mephisto realized the abnormality of the residents here, a skirt appeared out of nowhere, replacing her previous neat suit and trousers.

"…………"

The hem of the skirt fluttered silently, but fortunately, the beauty of Rose looked at all directions. When the extremely gorgeous bright red appeared, she gently held the corner of the skirt and retreated silently into the dark alley, avoiding exposure. risks of.

But it was different from the previous two times, the cold touch was gently hitting Mephisto's cheek, forcing her to reach out and touch something on her face out of curiosity.

A piece of cold gem is under her fingertips, the texture is tender, and it is quite good material just by touching it. Mephisto explored the thing on the face up and down, and confirmed that it is a piece that fits the whole face. mask.

The blond girl then turned her head and looked at the Chaoying foursome for a while.

In the darkness, four white masks pointed at her together, like frozen moonlight that made one's hair stand on end.

As Mephisto had expected, when her clothing style changed, so did theirs.

The colors on everyone's bodies are gorgeous red and black, and they are matched with finely crafted enamel masks, as if stepping out of this street, you can step into any masquerade ball in the [-]th century.

"Good Romeo and Juliet," Iron Man said as he quickly removed the corset on the skirt, while being strangled, "I feel like I can pass out anytime, anywhere now... vomit..."

Mephisto quickly took out a bottle of smelling salts from the pocket of his skirt and handed it to Tony Stark, who quickly took it and took a deep breath of the sour and salty smell.

Steve also showed embarrassment, and couldn't help straightening the tightness on his chest.

This time, he was the same as last time. He was lucky enough to roll into men's clothing. Even the original Little Red Riding Hood was dressed in unisex clothes.

But under the setting of this scene, there is one thing that even men's clothing cannot escape.

———— Shapewear.

If it wasn't because the situation didn't allow it, Steve really wanted to tear off the corset at this moment. The thing was very tight, sticking to his body like a thin piece of iron.

Mephistopheles walked behind him silently, unbuttoned the bottom button, and took off the corset for him.

Since Sisley herself also wore a similar retro outfit on a whim one day, Mephisto took it off quite quickly, releasing Captain America's narrow waist to free it, and then violently loosened the band around his chest part.

————— When the last rope was pulled loose, Mephisto clearly felt that the blond man let out a long breath.

After solving the problem here, Mephisto went to Iron Man, who had pulled the corset into some kind of mess, as if a cat had been scratching at it in a storm.

A long ribbon trailed behind him like a long tail.

When Iron Man was about to go out wearing the cat scratcher, Mephisto suddenly grabbed the ribbon behind him, pulling Iron Man backwards.

Before he could complain, the blond girl had already straightened the corset gently and quickly, gathered the ribbon at the back and tied it into a neat knot.

"........."

Iron Man glanced at her suspiciously, and the blonde looked calm, her eyes lowered, as if nothing had just happened.

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After helping the two men in friendship, Mephisto raised his head and shifted his attention to Natasha.

——— Captain America and the others have already adapted to this change. Only Dr. Banner caught off guard and got a suit of clothes, and was almost strangled. Natasha quickly covered his mouth with his hands and eyes, and the two left again. Go to the end of the alley to talk.

Glancing at the two over there, seeing that she didn't need her help, Mephisto quickly looked away.

With the mask, she didn't have to worry about being recognized by the residents outside at first glance. Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, poked her head out of curiosity again, and couldn't help but glanced outside.

The crowd of onlookers just now had dispersed, and there were only "people" walking in twos and threes on the street carrying lanterns.

I don't know when, a large number of butterflies came, flying silently in the air, like golden leaves fluttering in the wind in autumn.

A lone butterfly flitted through the air and caught Mephisto's gaze.

Then it flicked its wings lightly, flew into her palm, and stayed there.

"what is this?"

Captain America walked up to her, his gentle low voice coming through the mask, a little muffled.

The blonde girl lowered her eyes, allowing the butterfly to rest quietly in her palm, sucking the sweat and aroma produced by the virtual human body.

"Day of the Dead."

She whispered, "These butterflies only migrate here on the Day of the Dead."

Due to the cold in the north, this kind of butterfly may not be seen, but the Day of the Dead has become one of the traditional festivals in the south.

They commemorate the dead with laughter and light, wearing colorful costumes, spreading flower petals on the ground, and cooking strange and delicious food until the end of the day.

And on this day, these beautiful butterflies appearing suddenly are regarded as a symbol of the return of the undead to their hometown.

Mephistopheles and their outfits just fit the Day of the Dead, even the masks on their faces are almost the same as the ghost masks of the Day of the Dead.

The yellow-black butterfly stayed in the blonde's palm for a while, then Shi Shiran flapped its wings and flew towards its companion on the street.

Mephisto touched the gold powder left by it, and shook her hands carelessly, a black shadow suddenly emerged from her palm, and fell straight to the ground in a free fall.

Sisley, who was wearing rose skin, was so frightened that even the ribbon of desire froze. Steve over there happened to hear the wind, and caught the thing that was about to fall to the ground and shatter with one hand.

Steve: ? ? ?

Mephisto let out a sigh of relief, and then trotted all the way to his side.

The moonlight in the alley was dim, but it was not difficult for Mephisto to see clearly that this was a small lantern, exactly the same as the ones she saw on the street.

Mephisto: "..."

In less than a second, she came to a conclusion.

"It's about the butterfly."

The blond girl murmured as she recalled, "It left gold dust on my palm, and when I was about to pat off the gold dust, this lamp was thrown out by me."

"Does that mean we all have to...?"

Steve handed her back the lantern, warm fingertips touching Mephisto's cold hand.

Iron Man and Black Widow also heard what Mephisto said just now, and gathered towards her.

"Go and try."

Mephisto pointed to the entrance of the alley, giving Captain America the best spot.

Although the other party's eyes were full of disbelief and the collapse of his understanding of the world, he still obediently walked to the alley and looked at the golden butterflies flying all over the sky.

When Steve waited until the breath was completely silent, a golden butterfly fluttered into his palm, its wings trembled slightly, and after a while, it stopped moving.

Same as Mephisto's situation, this all-gold butterfly rested in his palm for a few tens of seconds before flying into the air again, leaving only glittering gold powder on Steve's palm.

This time, he held it flat with his palm, allowing his companions to see clearly the process of the lantern appearing.

———The gold powder flew away from his palm due to an invisible force, and then slowly descended, and the wind lamp appeared out of thin air from the gold powder.

When the gold powder disappeared completely, Captain America had his own lantern in his palm.

The rest of the Superheroes followed suit, and each got a butterfly.

When Iron Man stretched out his hand, there were even three or four butterflies trying to stay on him, and finally a half-black, half-yellow butterfly occupied the throne in his palm.

"Tony Stark is as popular as he should be."

The man said disapprovingly, Mephisto couldn't see his expression, he could only see his big caramel-colored eyes, where a gleam of bright light passed.

The butterfly left lightly, and there was also a lantern in Tony Stark's palm, the light was soft, like a little firefly.

"Let's go."

Mephisto said softly, holding her own lantern.

The street became lively again, and Mephisto and his party walked out of the alley, blending into them, like a drop of water melting into the ocean.

People around are whispering, discussing where and what booths have opened this year, and who has the most beautiful costumes.

Walking in the dance of demons, the beauty Rose also saw the backs of a few human-like heads, but when the other party turned his head to speak, it was not difficult to find that there were no human beings on the whole street except for these airborne outsiders.

The strong aroma hit, and Mephisto passed by a dahlia in a robe with a calm expression.

Dr. Banner and Natasha are at the back of the line, Captain America is at the front, and Iron Man and she are in the middle.

Mephisto was still looking at the scenery on the street in a daze, and almost bumped into Captain America who braked suddenly in front of her. She quickly leaned back to save her nose, which obviously couldn't fight head-on with her muscles.

The beauty Rose didn't say a word. She glanced at the blond man with a dignified complexion, and then stood quietly where she was, waiting as he did.

"The princess is praying." Two small voices could be heard from the crowd, "Let's go, if we don't hurry up, it will be too late, and we have to wait another year."

As the two voices said, the crowd does become more crowded in a certain direction, and Mephisto's arm can brush someone's cold leaves, and the watch chain can scrape her face—that is The decoration on the face of any resident.

Captain America was still leading the way, and Mephisto held Iron Man tight, following closely all the way.

Breaking through the crowd at the front end, Sisli and her party finally squeezed into the so-called blessing place.

Residents of the city surrounded the tower in the middle. They held lanterns in their hands and closed their eyes reverently.

And the princess in the tower is shooting arrows this way, each one slumping down before touching the inhabitants, and there will be cheers.

The princess was wearing a powder-blue long dress, standing behind the rhombus-shaped window.

From a distance, she couldn't see her expression clearly, she looked more like a ruthless shark hand than a princess.

Natasha pushed forward, and the more she looked at the princess, the more familiar she looked.

The action of taking the arrow from behind is familiar, and the action of drawing the bow and shooting the arrow also looks familiar.

What's more, the princess's archery posture is not the same thing as a weak woman praying for blessings. On the contrary, it is no different from a berserker who wants to take someone's dog's head eight hundred miles away.

"That, isn't it Hawkeye?"

After a pause, Natasha questioned from the soul.