The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

Yan Zhiyu drank the walnut milk, and suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes. He put down the milk, rubbed his eyes in doubt, and Miranda's thoughts in his ears gradually became blurred.

Yan Zhiyu thought it was because he was finally starved, he couldn't help but want to take another sip of walnut milk to slow down, he really wanted to eat something, forget it, let's drink milk.

"Yan? Yan! Yan Zhiyu, wake me up!!!"

The self-service system circled Yan Zhiyu angrily, waking up the lax Yan Zhiyu. "Are you awake? Damn let go! She's dying!"

As the voice of the self-service system became clearer, Yan Zhiyu gradually saw the scene in front of him clearly. He was holding Miranda's neck tightly with both hands. Zhiyu's arm, pupils have begun to slack.

Yan Zhiyu let go of his hands as if being scalded. He stared blankly at his hands, unable to believe what he had done.

"I didn't do it on purpose..." Yan Zhiyu explained weakly, he wanted to help Miranda onto the sofa, but he didn't dare to get close to Miranda, he never thought of hurting her. "I'm sorry... Miranda."

Miranda lay on the ground gasping for breath. When she heard Yan Zhiyu's voice, she quickly raised her head and looked around. She said in a hoarse voice, "Don't do this, I understand. I've heard of mind control. That kind of super power, where is that guy hiding, do I need to hide, I don’t want to be a hostage anymore.”

As she said that, she looked carefully at Yan Zhiyu again, as if to make sure that he had really gotten rid of the mind control.

Miranda looked around cautiously, and then under Yan Zhiyu's astonished gaze, she crawled under the small table by herself, squatted there obediently and did not move.

"What do you think of my hiding?" Miranda said to Yan Zhiyu with her lips. "Do you need to go further in?"

Seeing that Yan Zhiyu didn't respond, she moved in again, shrunk herself into a ball, and narrowed her eyes vigilantly to help Yan Zhiyu guard her surroundings.

Yan Zhiyu: ...

Self-service system: Tsk tsk, that trust is blind.

Yan Zhiyu stood there quietly, he felt a little sore, Miranda still had his handprints on her fair neck, she was almost killed by him just now, but she still trusted him so much.

Yan Zhiyu walked over and squatted in front of Miranda. He took a deep breath and said dryly, "Miranda, there are no super criminals who manipulate minds. We were the only two of us here from the beginning to the end. I really wanted to kill you just now." , but I really didn't mean it, and I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhiyu fell silent. He looked down at the floor, waiting for Miranda's answer.

Miranda's eyes widened in disbelief, she screamed and climbed out of the table from the opposite direction, and complained across the table, "Why did you kill me, is walnut milk really that bad!"

Yan Zhiyu: ...

The sad atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Yan Zhiyu's words stuck in his throat after he had been brewing for a long time, and finally he panicked and felt a little uncomfortable.

The self-service system, which had been blown away by the virus, snorted coldly and closed the door of the small black room, blocking its helpless chuckle.

Seeing tears welling up in Miranda's aggrieved eyes, Yan Zhiyu quickly explained, "No, no, I like walnut milk very much. What I did just now was entirely my fault, not your problem."

Miranda stared at Yan Zhiyu for a while, as if feeling his sincerity, Miranda hesitated for a moment, stretched out her trembling hand, stroked Yan Zhiyu's hair a few times, and then quickly retracted.

She took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "You look terrible, what happened to you?"

"I'm just a little tired, I'm sorry" Yan Zhiyu replied vaguely, he felt that he might continue to attack Miranda, so when Miranda approached him, he took a step back, turned around and rushed out the door.

Miranda looked at Yan Zhiyu running away in a daze. She touched the pinch mark on her neck, tilted her head and thought for a while, and shouted upstairs, "Jarvis, Facebook is sick, do you know that?"

"Obviously not, ma'am." A set of battle armor flew down from the stairs, and Jarvis manipulated it to help Miranda pick up the tableware that fell on the floor: "I'm sorry for hurting you, and we are willing to compensate you."

"Wow! Can I participate in a big superhero movie? I want to be a black widow!" Miranda said excitedly. Although she was almost strangled to death by her idol just now, she was willing to forgive him because Facebook saved him more than once. Her life, and there is a reason for it.

Jarvis looked at the sweet Miranda, and calculated how similar she was to Agent Natasha after packaging. Finally, he looked at the big zero in the result, and said against his will: "I think you are very suitable for this role. If you The filming of the big movie has started smoothly, and I will let you know."

It's a pity that the government banned the shooting of super British movies.

While picking up the walnut milk spilled on the ground, Jarvis said hesitantly, "Your walnut milk is actually not that bad."

"Of course I know. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. You didn't see what Facebook looked like just now. He looked like a poor little abandoned man. My scream probably broke his heart, so I tried to make up for it. for a moment."

Miranda covered her neck and grinned, "It looks stupid, but it still works, but I really thought he was controlled by super criminals."

Jarvis quietly listened to Miranda's thoughts, he continued to analyze, and finally when Miranda calmed down, he suddenly said, "I think I found the most suitable word to describe you in the dictionary, angel, thank you You, Miranda."

……

Yan Zhiyu flew very far this time, he threw himself into the barren hills, and sat under a tree staring at the bugs in a daze.

After poking a few pieces of land, in the middle of the night, he stared at the flying bugs with bright eyes. When he reached out his hand, he was photographed by the self-service system.

"I don't think I can hide it anymore." Yan Zhiyu grabbed the grass on the ground and threw it away when he couldn't help but want to stuff it into his mouth, "I will hurt Miranda uncontrollably today, Tomorrow may be attacking other people, you may not be able to wake me up accurately every time, I should let Tony and the others control me before the situation gets out of control."

"Tony hasn't developed a serum yet"

The self-service system said softly, because it has been maintaining Yan Zhiyu's physical condition, the halo on its body is getting dimmer, and when it finds that Yan Zhiyu's condition is getting worse, it squeezes out some energy to wrap Yan Zhiyu, with a firm voice He said, "You are my host, I can protect you well, and today's accident will not happen again, I promise."

Yan Zhiyu looked at the self-service system getting weaker and weaker, shook his head and refused, "I am your host and your partner, 103, don't be nervous, the Avengers will only control me and will not hurt me."

This was the first time that Yan Zhiyu called the self-service system by its real name. It was stunned for a moment, and finally snorted coldly, "What's the difference between that and the little black room? Then you will know how uncomfortable the little black room is."

After making a decision, Yan Zhiyu flew back to the Avengers Building, called all the Avengers over, and confessed everything.

Yan Zhiyu looked at the Avengers in front of him, took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed and said, "Because I can be a little aggressive from time to time, I think I should find a small room to stay in for a few days."

These words seemed to irritate the group of Avengers who hadn't had a good rest for more than a month.

Natasha's chest heaved violently, her eyes glared at Yan Zhiyu, as if she wanted to tear him apart and eat him.

Clinton desperately stuffed digital biscuits into his mouth, but after being stopped by Coulson who was a guest at the Avengers Building, he stuffed one into Coulson's mouth as well.

Dr. Banner, with green streaks all over his face, desperately needed the rest of the Avengers to help him breathe, but now everyone is blown up.

"How could you keep it from us for so long!" Tony walked back and forth impatiently, looking at Yan Zhiyu like an ignorant child, "We all saw that you were not in the right shape, but I thought you were just tired ! Do you know the seriousness of that virus? Do you know exactly what will happen to you if you can’t suppress the virus!”

Yan Zhiyu raised his hand and whispered, "I was able to control it before..."

"I can control you to make yourself into what you are now!" Tony took a big sip of the vegetable juice handed over by the little clumsy hand, "You are like a freshly dug radish, with dirt and whiskers The kind of, oh, there is a little bug, please crush it, thank you."

Speaking of Tony, Steve, who was standing quietly beside him, winked at him with a gloomy face, left a sentence of "time is more urgent", and dragged Dr. Banner, who had been hypnotizing himself to lower his blood pressure, back to the experiment in a hurry room.

The communicators of Natasha and Clinton vibrated. Natasha glanced at the task content above, exchanged glances with Clinton, and left.

Before leaving, Natasha suddenly turned around and said, "Yan, you have won the recognition and love of all the Avengers, so face yourself."

Clinton smiled friendly at Yan Zhiyu, followed Natasha and Coulson out of the living room.

When the room was quiet, Yan Zhiyu could hear Steve's rapid breathing, like a volcano about to erupt. Seeing Steve's black face, he took a step back timidly.

This step seems to have finally ignited Steve's long-standing anger. He approached Yan Zhiyu step by step with heavy steps, and said in a low voice, "Have you ever thought about what to do if you lose control? Those ordinary people What to do with people, you may become a murderer because of this, and we will be enemies by then, have you ever thought about this?"

The self-service system snorted coldly in Yan Zhiyu's head, and the halo in Yan Zhiyu's body lit up, as if showing off, it emerged from Yan Zhiyu's body, and penetrated back after making sure Steve saw it clearly.

Yan Zhiyu quickly pointed to his body and said, "Look, in fact, my superpower can restrain me."

"But the truth is, you can't control it"

Steve pressed Yan Zhiyu's shoulders, and could clearly feel his body trembling slightly. Looking at Yan Zhiyu's thin, bluish face, his cat's eyes were not as bright as before, and he looked at him hollowly. The whole person was tormented by the virus and was about to lose his human form.

Steve's anger was suddenly extinguished.

He remembered that Yan Zhiyu's face was fair and plump before, his eyes were always full of love for life and curiosity about the world, and his whole body exuded a charming youthful vitality.

Now, like a puppet that has lost its soul, it barely supports its body with a few threads.

Steve sighed for a long time, he hugged Yan Zhiyu tightly, and said dryly, "Fortunately, you have superpowers, fortunately, you are still yourself, everything is still in time."

Although Yan Zhiyu hasn't slept with Steve's pillow in his arms for a long time, to be precise, he hasn't slept soundly for a long time, but Steve's embrace is just as he remembers, warm and reassuring magic.

Also, the pecs are huge.

Jarvis found an empty room for Yan Zhiyu, locked it from the outside, and the Avengers took turns to bring him a certain amount of three meals in, and then talked with him.

This is much better than the small black room of the systems. Tony was afraid that he would be bored in it, so he prepared a lot of entertainment facilities for him, except that there was no food.

Yan Zhiyu lived a drunk life in this house for more than a week. After all, his eyes darkened from hunger every day, and he was hardly sober.

Tony and Dr. Banner worked overtime like crazy to research the serum. Finally, when Yan Zhiyu was so hungry that he ate his plate and was about to lose his mind, Tony's research team developed the inhibitor.

On this day, all the Avengers except Thor gathered in Yan Zhiyu's small black room, waiting for the research team to come in.

"Believe me, the doctor and I have already tested it." Tony said holding a small tube of green needle, "Although it cannot completely eliminate the virus, it can greatly weaken the impact of the virus to the extent that the human body can basically control itself. "

As he said that, he brought up a bunch of dazzling data, and finally handed the needle to Yan Zhiyu, "Come on, Yan, do you want to inject it? Although its risk is very low, there are still risks. For example, you It may be due to physical problems that can accelerate the spread of the virus."

Yan Zhiyu took the syringe, and he took a few steps back to distance himself from the Avengers, ensuring that even if he suddenly mutated, he would not directly attack the Avengers.

"I'm going to start," he prompts, sticking the needle into his arm.

Natasha touched her widow's sting, her body arched slightly, Jarvis manipulated the little clumsy hand to block Tony behind, and Clinton turned slightly sideways to block Banner.

Everyone was vigilant, preparing for the worst, ready to go up and control Yan Zhiyu at any time.

The self-service system began when Tony took out the inhibitor, and bought a bunch of lucky buff bonuses from the system-specific high-end mall. When Yan Zhiyu was injected, he desperately put buffs on him layer by layer.

The small room was extremely quiet, including Yan Zhiyu who closed his eyes and felt his body, everyone was waiting for Yan Zhiyu's change.

After a while, Yan Zhiyu opened his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Success."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and then the little clumsy hand rushed over suddenly, trying to give Yan Zhiyu a big hug with one hand.

The Avengers breathed a sigh of relief collectively as if they had finally come to their senses, "Old Popsicle, this must be worth celebrating with a big party." Tony patted Steve on the shoulder, "Jarvis, give pajamas baby and Thor Post an invite, tomorrow is going to be the best party ever!"

Seeing the excited avengers, the self-service system put away the halo that had been surrounding Yan Zhiyu, returned to its small black room, and continued to do its work.

Yan Zhiyu looked at the group of people in front of him and suddenly wanted to cry. He took a deep breath and choked up, "I'm looking forward to the party tomorrow night. There will be Miranda, right?"

"Of course." Steve came over and hugged Yan Zhiyu, let him lean into his arms, and teased softly, "Of course there will be Miranda, but Tony probably won't let her come in with walnut milk."

……

When she received the invitation, Miranda was trying to hide the strangle marks on her neck. She couldn't meet her boyfriend like that.

"Cool, I belong to the Avengers tomorrow night!" She changed into a high-necked dress, covering the traces tightly.

She puts on nice makeup for herself, and Jarvis helps her choose clothes.

"This is my most important day, maybe today he will propose to me" Miranda said to Jarvis, "Because he has a little hint, but it may be because I think too much, bye, Jarvis, don't give it to me Make dinner and I'll have a great night, yay!"