The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

After confirming that Yan Zhiyu was out of breath, Natasha picked up Sunny Miller who had passed out, and handed it to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who rushed over.

Then she turned her head and waved her hands at Yan Zhiyu. Yan Zhiyu automatically and consciously sent himself into her arms, and was pressed and rubbed by Natasha for a long time.

While masturbating, Natasha said, "I don't need you to protect me. On the battlefield, it's enough to take care of myself. Next time I encounter this kind of situation, I can run as far as I can."

"But I can..."

Natasha interrupted him, looking straight into his eyes, "I know you are strong, you have your super power to resist fire, but I want you to understand, always remember, and protect yourself."

If something happens to you to protect me, I will not forgive myself.

Yan Zhiyu looked back at Steve in a daze, only to find that Steve's current expression was very similar to Natasha's.

He somehow suddenly remembered Sunny Miller's murmur that he was a fragile doll in the eyes of the Avengers.

Yan Zhiyu didn't want this.

He felt that since he wanted to be a superhero, he should take responsibility and be able to face danger and death like Natasha and the others.

When he joined the Avengers, he was mentally prepared.

And as a member of the Avengers, he cannot always be protected by others, he must learn to face those unavoidable dangers.

But now he found that he seemed to be really being held and protected by everyone in the Avengers, for fear that he would be broken.

Yan Zhiyu was a little frustrated, but when he saw Natasha's concerned eyes, he still gritted his teeth, nodded and said yes, it won't be like this next time.

Natasha seemed relieved, at least her tense face eased.

Steve is busy connecting with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Leave it to us, Sunny Miller." Coulson excitedly held Steve's hand, and the formulaic smile on his face could hardly hold back.

He fought his urge to sign the autograph, handing Sunny Miller over to the junior agent.

"When Sunny Miller wakes up, we will find Facebook to understand the situation. This is a prescribed process and will not have any adverse effects on Facebook."

Steve expressed understanding, but still hesitated, because Sunny Miller was uneasy and kind to Yan Zhiyu, and he was afraid that his little silly child would be tricked into a nervous breakdown by her again.

Coulson said no, we are professionals.

Steve reluctantly agreed.

Clinton scurrying back and forth in a panic, patted Yan Zhiyu on the shoulder, telling him not to think too much, Natasha just wants you to protect yourself, because you are the youngest in the entire Avengers, and you are our favorite Baby.

Yan Zhiyu said in his heart that I am already an adult, although my body is 16 years old, but I am a super good fighter, maybe I did.

He said to Clinton, "I actually fight very hard, so you don't have to worry about me so much."

Clinton laughed twice and said, oh, that's it.

Then Clinton shot suddenly and threw the unsuspecting Yan Zhiyu to the ground. He held Yan Zhiyu's wrist with his left hand, held the arrow in his right hand, and pressed the arrow point against his throat.

"It's a good fight, huh?" Clinton let go of his hand, pulled Yan Zhiyu up, patted his ashes, smiled and ran over to play with Coulson.

Yan Zhiyu stood there for a long time before he realized it.

Xiao Dangdang was hit, and his mood was still a little depressed.

Yan Zhiyu stood there digging the soil with his feet, feeling it was unfair.

This is professional suppression. Clinton is close, he is long-distance, it is different, he has not had time to fly yet.

When he was learning martial arts in Wudang, Senior Brother Qiu told him that Wudang's moves are not as fast as Anxiang's, its skin is not as thick as Shaolin and Huashan, and its milk is not as good as Yunmeng.

But the victory lies in the fast running and the large attack range.

Therefore, when fighting with others, you must keep a distance, and fight while flying the kite, so as not to be dragged by those melee fighters and rub against the ground.

Then Yan Zhiyu remembered that Clinton seemed to be an archer, also from a distance.

It's over, and it's even more sad.

The little spider Peter Parker, who was watching the whole process, saw the Facebook man drooping his head and digging the soil listlessly. He almost bald the artificial lawn of their school. Throwing it away, he hugged Yan Zhiyu's shoulders in the past, wanting to give him love and encouragement, and secretly blocked his digging feet, trying to protect the school's turf.

But Yan Zhiyu's wounded heart cannot be healed by a single hug, at least it needs the hugs of three little spiders to heal.

Or a hug from Steve would be nice too.

"Mr. Stark doesn't believe me either." The little spider lowered his head and whispered into Yan Zhiyu's ear, "He always tells me not to get involved in crime-fighting activities, and I must report to him first, balabala or something, oh, seriously Yes, he seems to dislike me, maybe he really dislikes me, but I know he actually cares about me and is afraid that something will happen to me."

"I understand what you said, but how can I watch Natasha get hurt in front of me?" Yan Zhiyu asked in a low voice.

"They said you don't need to care, just like your mother always told you to drag her when you cross the road. She would say that when you were old, but she actually knew that you can cross the road alone."

Yan Zhiyu nodded half-understood. He translated this super-long speech into Natasha and the others loving him too much, which resulted in excessive concern and formed a conditioned reflex.

The little spider finally knocked down the hammer, "I should save you next time. Natasha looks angry with you, but she is so moved that she is about to cry. Didn't you see the kindness in her eyes when she looked at you?"

Yan Zhiyu is now particularly afraid of the word kindness, because every time Natasha sees him that way before beating him.

He is less sad now and more worried for his life.

"But it's also the reason why they don't believe me." The little spider pulled Yan Zhiyu and said, "After all, I didn't participate in the Battle of New York, maybe I need to prove myself with a big vote, so that Mr. Stark can see my uniqueness different."

Yan Zhiyu said in his heart, a superhero like you who can talk is already very different.

He quietly distanced himself from the little spider who had fallen into fantasy and felt a little swollen.

Yan Zhiyu felt that his bug buddy was going to die.

It was hard enough for him to live under Natasha's dark rule, and his hair was getting thinner and thinner recently, and he was about to be bald by Natasha.

Yan Zhiyu refused to die for his hair.

So when the little spider proposed to form a team to do big things, Yan Zhiyu took another step back and gave the little spider three consecutive negations.

This time it was replaced by the little spider dejectedly digging the grass.

Recently, Phil Coulson, who worked part-time as the principal of Midtown High School, saw two people digging back and forth from a distance, covered his wallet with distress, and decided to punish both of them for probation tomorrow.

Just when Yan Zhiyu and the little spider Peter Parker were happily biting their ears, the voice of the self-service system said coldly, "Little brat, do you still remember your mission?"

Yan Zhiyu tapped it and said, remember, didn't he already have a direct conflict with Sunny Miller.

The self-service system pulls out the quest information, and bolds the line that says 'and lure Sunny Miller into telling the conspiracy'.

It was only then that Yan Zhiyu remembered that there was still this one, because the tasks were all shown to him once, and then put away, the specific content needs to be memorized by himself.

But when Yan Zhiyu got excited just now, he accidentally forgot the latter part.

He asked the self-service system if it was too early.

The voice of the self-service system became even colder, saying, "Little brat, I'm keeping you covered, and I'll extend you another 10 minutes. Those random gift bags with good things in them, stop talking nonsense here, and go do the task!"

In order to thank the system for taking care of him, Yan Zhiyu imitated the movements of the little spider and saluted the self-service system in his mind, but the system snorted coldly and ignored him at all.

Yan Zhiyu glanced at the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane that was about to take off, his random gift bag, ah no, Sunny Miller is inside, about to fly!

He hurriedly flew over with Yujian, quickly and accurately, and threw himself into the closing hatch, and was caught by Coulson who was guarding the door.

"What's wrong?" Coulson stopped Yan Zhiyu.

"I want to see Sunny Miller." Yan Zhiyu poked his head to find Sunny, and found that she was not far away, being carried by an agent to go further inside.

Yan Zhiyu: The gift bag will be carried away! ! !

"She's not awake yet, are you in a hurry?" Coulson turned his body sideways, allowing Yan Zhiyu to enter.

Yan Zhiyu rushed out, grabbed Sunny Miller by the leg and dragged her to the ground. He helped Sunny Miller up, looked at Sunny who was still in a coma, thought seriously for a few seconds, and then said It was a slap on the head for Sonny.

Sunny Miller groaned twice, but did not wake up.

So Yan Zhiyu took a few more shots, feeling comfortable physically and mentally.

In fact, he wanted to bring his inner strength, but he was afraid that he would smash Sunny's head, and then he would not be able to make a plan.

Sunny Miller woke up when Yan Zhiyu tried the head pat method to no avail and planned to spray her with a water gun.

The toenails of 'Xue Xiaoren' have a special effect for the mentally handicapped, and after 3 minutes have passed, it has already expired.

Sunny Miller's IQ was on the line again, and she quickly realized that she was overwhelmed by the little guy in front of her with some unsightly little things.

Think about it, and a little excited.

There are coming and going, and it is interesting to play.

Sunny Miller knew what Yan Zhiyu was going to do when he woke her up, he just wanted to know her plan.

"Why target me?" Yan Zhiyu asked according to the inscription board provided by the self-service system.

He deliberately lowered his voice, trying to make himself sound cruel and ruthless, and he was fierce.

However, Sunny Miller heard that the little guy was putting on a show, and she suddenly had an idea, such as changing the puppy hunting plan into a puppy breeding plan.

She felt that slowly destroying it was much more interesting than directly crushing it to death.

Seeing her blinking eyes, Yan Zhiyu knew that she was thinking badly again, so he slapped Sunny Miller hard on the head again to tell her to behave.

This slap blackened Sunny Miller's eyes, and he didn't slow down for a long time.

Grinning her teeth in pain, with a hoarse voice, she answered Yan Zhiyu's question, "There is no reason for you, I just rolled the dice and accidentally drew you."

Yan Zhiyu asked another question that he had cared about for a long time but never had the chance to ask, "Did Tina Miller die in that fire?"

Sunny Miller laughed exaggeratedly, she moved closer to Yan Zhiyu, and Yan Zhiyu took a step back in shock, she said softly, "Of course, of course he is dead, oh, that poor little mutant, she just found out Your own is different."

"Because I...was late?" Yan Zhiyu couldn't forget the picture of the little girl in the necklace Sunny Miller was wearing, who looked only seven or eight years old.

Sunny Miller's expression was as if she had heard some big joke, she panted violently with excitement, "Oh my god, you don't think she really died because the rescue was too late, no no no , her death was much more wonderful than that. I roasted her slowly, you know, 呵呵—呵啦—, mutants are not easy to bake, but they are very fragrant when they come out of the pan, don’t Looking at me like this, I don't want to eat her, it's just for fun."

Yan Zhiyu thought she was crazy.

He asked the self-service system if he could hit her hard.

The self-service system said, you fucking ink blotch, cut her, fuck her to death!

So when Sunny Miller was about to open his mouth again, Yan Zhiyu took the sword box and slapped her on the ground again, pressing down on the sword box to apply internal force, and Sunny Miller screamed in pain.

"What's your plan!" Yan Zhiyu controlled his strength, ensuring that Sunny Miller would feel the pain of being squeezed without causing her physical harm.

Sunny Miller didn't answer, but just stared at Yan Zhiyu with bloodshot eyes.

When Yan Zhiyu stepped up his efforts for the third time, Sunny Miller laughed, and she said hoarsely, "I don't have any plans, I just want to play with the people of New York and fuck you to death."

After speaking, her face slowly burned, and then her whole body instantly turned into flames, breaking out of Yan Zhiyu's suppression, and was about to run away.

At the same time, the system prompts that the task is completed.

Yan Zhiyu trembled with anger.

Because this proves that Sunny Miller really has no specific plan, just playing him slowly.

No wonder the original task only gave him 3 minutes of interrogation time, there was no need to ask, there was no plan at all!

At the same time, it also makes it clear that Sunny Miller didn't lie to him, the people of New York don't love him anymore, and they are going to be with Sunny Miller instead of him!

I'm so angry, sad, I don't want to get along with them.

Yan Zhiyu waved his sword energy to scatter the flames, but found that it was useless at all, he could still be closed after scatter, and he could still be around him after a while.

If he didn't have a protective shield, he would probably be like Tina Miller, who was cooked by her!

Get mad at the thought of Tina Miller's death, hit her!

SHIELD agents surrounded Sunny Miller with a special water gun when she turned into fire.

Coulson gave an order, and the special water gun shot Sunny Miller at the same time.

The flames rose into the air, desperately avoiding the water gun.

The fireball was getting smaller and smaller, and when it was about to be extinguished, it suddenly swooped down and rushed towards Coulson on the periphery.

Yan Zhiyu, who had been standing by and observing, immediately dodged in front of Coulson to protect him.

The flame hit the protective shield on Yan Zhiyu's body, was separated by the energy and paused for a few seconds, and was extinguished by the reacting agent.

Before Sunny Miller was extinguished again, Yan Zhiyu heard her whisper "Little guy, I'll come to you soon."

Yan Zhiyu looked at Sunny Miller who was lying on the ground limp and emitting black smoke after being doused, and stepped on her feet viciously. "He~~~tui!"