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

As far as this image is concerned, it is more in line with the color batch that has just participated in a carnival party and performed multi-person sports.

"First, let me in first."

Howard didn't speak well, stuttered, with a trace of fear on his face.

It seemed that behind him, there was some terrible beast chasing after him.

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

After only seeing each other for one night, the other party seemed to have lost a few pounds, and his whole body revealed a feeling of weakness.

"You were kidnapped by some Middle Eastern bandits, and you were thrown into a cave and starved for a week?"

Luke asked knowingly, and passed a glass of milk to Howard by the way.

It is no exaggeration, the current him is a bit like a skinny ascetic.

Compared with the original self, there are simply two people.

"It's horrible! It's hell!"

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

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

"What happened to you? Do I need to call the police? Howard Stark was brutally assaulted and suffered serious physical and mental 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 left by that female vampire on Howard was not deep enough.

I don't know if Miss Succubus this time made him understand the reason for the knife on Sezi's head.

"It's the way it is"

Howard confided while sobbing.

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

Turn the hour hand back to eight hours ago.

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

He had already finished the arrangement, rose petals were sprinkled on the bed, the looming dim light, supplemented by a few candlesticks, created an ambiguous atmosphere.

Red wine, a big meal, plus the charming incense that fills the room.

The corners of Howard's mouth twitched, and the mood was almost done, and the next thing was hehehe.

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

dong dong!

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're a real delight, Howard."

The enchanting Miss Succubus took the rose, lowered her head and sniffed it, then threw it behind her and hugged Howard, who was stroking his beard.

"So direct? Let's get down to business without foreplay?"

Howard's heart skipped a beat when he saw Miss Succubus raised her leg and closed the door. He had never seen this scene before.

Generally speaking, shouldn't you drink two glasses of wine first, chat a few words, gradually lead the topic to this aspect, and then meet each other frankly?

"The red wine?"

Howard hugged the overactive Miss Succubus, and looked at the two goblets placed beside the candlestick.

"I don't like drinking that."

Miss Succubus licked her tongue and refused.

"How about steak?"

Howard retreated to the side of the bed, looking at the situation, he was more like the passive side.

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

What followed was the sound of clothes being torn and the sound of tongues being swung together, playing a hearty impromptu movement.

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

New experience, new technology, new feeling

In a word, comfortable.

"Howard, are you alright?"

Miss Succubus' charming voice reached his ears.

How could a real man say no!

Three and 10 minutes later, Howard was satisfied again and lit a cigarette.

"Come again?"

Miss Succubus continued to order as if she was a three-point full diner.

Once, once, again.

"and many more!"

Howard yelled feebly, requesting a truce.

Then he climbed out of bed as if fleeing, and rushed to the toilet.

"You know what? For eight hours, I didn't sleep, I didn't rest, I didn't even finish a couple of cigarettes!"

Howard said sadly.

Don't the succubi in hell pay attention to a sustainable development?

To the back, he knelt on the bed.

Looking at the front that should be full of temptation, but feel like a hell that can never be filled, it is simply hopeless!

"It can be seen that you have run out of ammunition and food."

Luke cast a sympathetic look, Hell Juicer Succubus, how could it be so easy to sleep in it.

It can only be said that Howard still has too little experience and is confused, and does not know the dangers of hell.

"I reminded you, boys should protect themselves when they go out."

Luke tried to hold back a laugh, trying to look sincere.

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

Howard's eyes were firm, as if he had an epiphany.

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

Luke said deliberately.

"Such as centaurs, female demons, female elves"

Howard shook his head vigorously. After eight hours of hard fighting, he was numb.

Women are all pink skulls, and they can't shake themselves at all.

"It seems that you have really found yourself this time, and you have fully realized."

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

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

"You have enough energy to spare, and you still miss the angel?"

Luke was speechless for a moment. Sure enough, the old perverts were indifferent. It wasn't that they changed their ways, but that they didn't hit xp.

"Caliban, Eric has a high fever."

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

"The guy who will only slow down!"

Caliban took a sip of beer, showing disgust.

If it weren't for Eric's rare talent, he would have left him long ago.

Magnetic control, if placed in the chaotic Middle East region of warlords, it would be equivalent to a big killer!

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

Caliban spat, and couldn't think of a way for a while.

This team of mutants is too conspicuous, with strange clothes, different skin colors, and different accents, which can easily attract the attention of local residents and police.

So, he temporarily found a motel, and then took control of the owner, using it as a temporary shelter.

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

It can probably be judged that the apocalypse is really cold.

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

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

"anyone there?"

Outside the motel, a Ford sedan pulls up.

The couple with their children got out of the car, opened the door and said, "Is anyone there? Sorry to bother you."

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

"Are you doctors?"

Caliban glanced at the nameplate on the man's salute, and asked with a frown.

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

The man nodded.

"Then come in and do it."

Caliban beckoned, and the strong man guarding the door lifted the parked Ford car with one hand.

Then, several people surrounded and blocked the way of the couple.

Chapter 332 Bucky: Bitter wine hurts my throat

Captain America's wedding will be held on Long Island, Manhattan.

According to Steve's original intention, he didn't intend to make a lot of fanfare and make it too grand.

Compared with extravagance and waste, he prefers thrift and thrift.

Whether rich or not, the style of life has always been simple.

Except, the Brooklyn-born Captain America.

I have no idea how important a beautiful wedding is to a bride.

"What do you think of old Joseph's bar?"

Before heading to Las Vegas, Steve asked Luke this way.

It's like turning a fill-in-the-blank question into a gift proposition!

Fortunately, Luke stopped this bad behavior that might make the bride escape in time, and arranged the venue at the Long Island manor that Howard used for vacation.

"Did you know? If Margery sees that the venue you have booked is a dilapidated bar with at least 20 years of history, she will definitely jump into a car and leave!"

Luke walks the estate on Long Island.

He is an important member of the best man team today.

By the way, I also have a guest role as Captain America's witness.

"I just think that there is no need to invite a bunch of unfamiliar guests to get married."