The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

Things will not get better because of the helpless prayers of human beings, and fate will never have mercy on anyone.

So Yan Zhiyu just drank his walnut milk and walked into the operating room calmly, and observed Carson's body data with Tony and others who had recovered their calm.

"What's the problem with the serum?" Yan Zhiyu casually put the cup on the operating table, "Is there anything I can do?"

Tony was stunned, he raised his head and looked at Yan Zhiyu worriedly, "Yan"

"I'm fine"

"You don't need to come in, you've pushed yourself too far." Dr. Banner said disapprovingly.

Yan Zhiyu didn't understand Dr. Banner's meaning, his expression was a little confused, "I'm just doing what I should do."

Tony and Dr. Banner looked at each other, temporarily suppressing their worries.

"You don't have to worry about Carson about the serum...he has provided a lot of valuable information, we will soon develop a mature serum, up to a week, you go to the quarantine area to help watch." Tony half pushed Yan Zhiyu out of the door, and when he closed the door of the operating room, he said to Miranda: "Good girl, help me get a cup of coffee!"

Yan Zhiyu stood in the corridor and looked at the door, his eyes were full of confusion.

The self-service system couldn't help but asked aloud: "I'm also very sad about Carson's matter, but your state is really strange, I always don't think you seem sad."

Yan Zhiyu looked down at his palm, and said in confusion: "I don't know either. I was very sad when I first found out that Carson died, but now I don't feel it anymore. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just saw Carson's body, I didn't feel anything, I wasn't sad or guilty, I even felt like I knew it was going to happen..."

The light of the self-service system froze, and it suddenly had a bad feeling that the child might have been stimulated too much.

It quickly brought up several malicious comments, all of which were online negative comments accusing Chaoying of inaction.

"Hey, boy, tell Dad how you feel when you read these comments"

Yan Zhiyu looked at it seriously, then shook his head after a while and said, "I don't feel it, maybe I'm used to it."

"The Avengers are not used to them, where did you get used to it!" The self-service system exploded.It circled wildly in Yan Zhiyu's brain, "Why can't I detect what's wrong with you, my God, what's wrong with you! By the way, go find Steve."

"Why should I go find..."

"If you tell you to go, go! The self-service system issues a special task, kiss Steve Rogers for 30 seconds, task reward: one cute Steve, task penalty: lose the favor of the system papa for one hour. Task time limit: one hour, the countdown begins"

The self-service system has not sent tasks for a long time, it seems that the system is really in a hurry this time.

Yan Zhiyu calculated the time, and the mission time limit was almost the same as Yan Zhiyu flew to the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier non-stop after setting off from the Avengers Building, and then fished out that old bastard, Director Steve Fury.

Yan Zhiyu had nothing to do, and Tony asked him to go to the quarantine area just to let him go out to relax, and he couldn't refuse the task, so he set off immediately.

Steve looked at the things that S.H.I.E.L.D. director Fury handed over and remained silent. Natasha held Clinton, who was on the verge of explosion, and signaled him to calm down with his eyes.

"I can't accept it." Steve pushed the file back and said firmly.

"It's not for us to decide. You have seen the situation of S.H.I.E.L.D." Director Fury said calmly with his hands crossed, and Steve could see the unwillingness in his eyes.

So Steve raised his head slightly, sat upright, and used all the cells in his body to express his position: "The Avengers do not accept it."

"This is what the government means." Director Fury paused and continued, "It is also the general trend."

"After S.H.I.E.L.D. is disbanded, who will manage the Avengers, the government." Steve stood up and said in a deep voice, "This is the control of the superheroes. What's the difference between this and the Superhero Registration Act."

Director Fury looked at Steve disapprovingly, "Calm down, things are not that exaggerated."

But everyone present knew that Steve was right.

Director Fury made a gesture of chasing customers with a tired expression, and Steve was just about to say something with a sullen face.

Natasha pressed Steve's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Walls have ears."

Natasha and Clinton have more frequent exchanges with S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha knows that S.H.I.E.L.D. is now riddled with holes, more like a snake den.

The Hydra people took advantage of SHIELD's assistance in dealing with the zombie virus, sneaked into SHIELD, and then spread like a virus, eating away this huge organization little by little.

However, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t have the energy to deal with them yet. Hydra’s high-ranking officials in the government are crazily biting superheroes, manipulating public opinion to disrupt audiovisuals and expand panic. For a while, the Superhero Registration Act was almost promulgated. It was Nick Fury. He and Iron Man tried their best to stop it before temporarily suppressing it.

Nick Fury touched his bald head, thankful that he has no hair, bald is better than bald.

Steve didn't sign the document, and he said in a cold voice that he needed to seek the consent of the other Avengers.

Chief Fury understood him, and he just handed the file back to Steve again and winked at him.

After receiving the signal, Steve put away the file angrily, thinking about the future of the Avengers.

Steve walked to the door worriedly, but before he could go out, he was knocked back by a mass of white oncoming. When he saw the person coming, Steve's tense muscles relaxed, and he staggered two steps away. The person who threw himself into his arms supported him, and rubbed Yan Zhiyu's head very skillfully.

"What's the matter, Yan..." Just halfway through Steve's words, there was a warm and soft touch on his lips.

Steve was stunned for a few seconds, and then the tips of his ears turned red unnaturally, but he didn't push Yan Zhiyu away, instead, he held Yan Zhiyu's back tightly, aggravated the kiss, and returned the kiss forcefully, announcing that sovereignty.

God, Steve thought, this kiss is so sweet, passionate and sweet, just like the person in his arms, Steve even suspected that Yan Zhiyu kissed him with sugar in it.

He could hear the sound of his heart beating fast, pounding, and his four times endurance could not hide his love for this person in his arms.

It wasn't until Nick Fury coughed unnaturally that Steve reluctantly let go of Yan Zhiyu. His handsome face was flushed. Steve looked at Yan Zhiyu's slightly swollen lips, and couldn't help showing a smile. Goofy smile.

Natasha, who was watching from the sidelines, held her forehead, not wanting to look at the couple.

Clinton was used to eating dog food, and even thought it tasted good, and wanted to have another bite. He urged Steve to have another one with his eyes, but Natasha slapped him back.

Yan Zhiyu looked at Steve in front of him who was blushing and beating at a loss, and touched his chest. He felt that he should be the same as Steve, but he touched his heart, beating steadily and rhythmically, like as usual.

When he just kissed, he felt a throbbing, but now it’s gone, he looked at Steve, and a bunch of adjectives flashed in his mind, blond, blue-eyed, big-breasted sweetheart, gentle and patient life mentor, Yan Zhiyu wanted to spend time together A man for life, and then...then not anymore.

He suddenly realized that his feelings seemed to be missing, and he thought he should like Steve very much, at least after the kiss, he should smile into an emoji like Steve.

But he didn't, he was so calm, so calm that it made Steve uncomfortable.

The super soldier who can keep calm even in the smoke of war flashed a look of helplessness. He turned his head and said goodbye to Nick Fury, and pulled Yan Zhiyu out in a hurry. He asked Natasha and Clinton to go back and find a way , and then pulled Yan Zhiyu to a quiet place and asked worriedly: "Yan, what happened?"

Yan Zhiyu was also confused. He opened his mouth and didn't know how to describe it. In the end, he could only grab Steve's hand and put it on his chest. Steve struggled embarrassedly, but when he felt the touch under his hand, he was stunned. Living.

"You are..."

"I don't know, I don't seem to feel anything." Yan Zhiyu said with a weird expression, "So I ran over to kiss you to see if there would be any reaction. Did I blush just now?"

"It's not obvious... When did it become like this?"

"After Carson died, I finished my walnut milk."

When Steve heard this sentence, he even thought that there was poison in the milk, but he quickly forgot about this absurd idea. Compared with Miranda being poisoned, Steve was more inclined to believe that Yan Zhiyu was sweetened. Silly.

"Are there any accompanying symptoms?" Steve asked.

Yan Zhiyu shook his head seriously for a moment.

After seeking Yan Zhiyu's consent, Steve handed over the question to Jarvis Xiaobaike. After listening to Yan Zhiyu's description, Jarvis initially judged it as mild depression.

"Joke!" The self-service system who had been observing for a long time said coldly, "I'm watching here! This guy is alive and kicking, he doesn't look like depression!"

Yan Zhiyu also disagreed. He felt that he was healthy, so he declined Jarvis's suggestion to prescribe medicine, and also declined Steve's invitation to talk.

"Maybe I'm just tired and need to rest." Yan Zhiyu comforted Steve, and flew out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier alone.

What Yan Zhiyu didn't tell others was that he didn't feel anything. For example, when he was stepping on his flying sword, he felt an uncontrollable throbbing, and he even breathed more excitedly.

Yan Zhiyu reached out and summoned a flying sword. He stroked the sword gently, watched the smooth shape of the flying sword, and couldn't help admiring. The flying sword let out an excited sword cry as if inspired.

Yan Zhiyu was in a better mood.

The self-service system was too frightened by Yan Zhiyu's appearance to dare to speak. Its little host's eyes are frighteningly bright now, and it always feels that if this continues, Yan Zhiyu is going to propose to the sword in his hand.

The self-service system quickly went to the system forum to post a help post, and recorded Yan Zhiyu's status to ask for help. A love system performing tasks in the martial arts plane told it, "Don't panic, your big baby is probably upgrading. After the decisive battle with people, in this state, it seems that you will spend the rest of your life with the sword, you are asking for blessings, my host is almost crying to death, what should I do with my mission..."

"Then what should I do? Will I disturb his upgrade if I speak out now?" The self-service system was silent in Yan Zhiyu's mind. It has brought generals and literati, but it has never brought swordsmen. It doesn't know what will happen. what happened.

"Looking at him like this, he should still be reading the progress bar. He hasn't upgraded yet. After the upgrade is successful, it will be much scarier than this. Just keep an eye on the sword that won't make him fall in love with him. Don't talk too much, so as not to interrupt He reads."

The self-service system looked at the video of the white-clothed swordsman wiping his sword sent by the system, and then looked at his own host. It did look different, and it reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Zhiyu took a deep breath and retracted his sword. He landed on the outskirts of the isolation zone, which should be regarded as one of the safest places in the world. There are more than a dozen superheroes gathered here, and many superheroes have already arrived before he arrived. Returning to his own place one after another to deal with his own affairs, Professor X took his students to bid farewell to Yan Zhiyu. His eyes lit up when he saw Yan Zhiyu, his gentle smile, and his slightly relaxed body made him feel Seems friendly and harmless.

"Sometimes I think my life is full of darkness, but the next morning the sun will always shine on me through the window." Professor X said mischievously, tilting his head.

Yan Zhiyu looked at him half-understood, hoping to get a more detailed explanation, but Professor X just smiled and let him be pushed away.

He didn't know what to do, the isolation area was extremely safe, the superhero was eating the nutritious meal provided by Stark kindly, and he saw little Peter Parker waving to him with a thick sandwich in his mouth.

Yan Zhiyu sat alone on a tree outside the quarantine area, wiping his sword.

Self-service system: ... ... It's over, let's start the sword...

Something was gradually taking shape in his mind, but it seemed to be covered by a thin layer of mist. He vaguely realized that he might have touched the sword intent, but he almost realized it.

He should find a safe place to retreat and meditate until he realizes the sword intent.

So Yan Zhiyu quickly flew back to the Avengers Building without hesitation, flew into Steve's room, closed the doors and windows tightly, sat cross-legged on the cushion and began to meditate.

He meditated very seriously, and the self-service system was too embarrassed to tell Yan Zhiyu that he had gone to the wrong room.

While there was no one in the room, it protruded a small golden tentacle from Yan Zhiyu's head, tore off a page from Steve's bedside post-it note, and wrote crookedly on it with Steve's pencil: Write a line, and then stick the paper on Yan Zhiyu's forehead.

'Retreat and upgrade, stop do not disturb, refill. '

This is what Steve saw when he returned to the room.

Steve: ………Huh?

Although he didn't know what happened, Steve still told the other Avengers about it, and increased the defense of this room to the highest level to ensure that Yan Zhiyu would not encounter any danger.

On the first day of Yan Zhiyu's retreat, the Avengers held a meeting to discuss what the Avengers should do after the disintegration of S.H.I.E.L.D. In the end, Steve and Tony broke up.

On the second day of Yan Zhiyu's retreat, citizens protested in New York City, demanding that superheroes go to Raccoon City to search and rescue again. The Avengers came forward to prove that there were no survivors in Raccoon City, but to no avail.

On the third day of Yan Zhiyu's retreat, the superheroes in the quarantine area evacuated one after another. The public was disappointed by the superhero's abandonment of Raccoon City. The government came forward to explain that there were no survivors in Raccoon City, but to no avail.

On the fourth day of Yan Zhiyu's retreat, Tony suddenly fell into a coma in the laboratory and was sent to the emergency room. Entered Raccoon City to search and rescue, disappeared.

On the fifth day of Yan Zhiyu's retreat, Tony locked Pepe Pots out of the laboratory and continued to participate in the development of serum. Superman entered Raccoon City at the request of the Avengers to find the missing Captain America. Natasha attended the press conference to ease the tension. popular sentiment.

…………

Originally, it was necessary to eat every day during the retreat, and the self-service system had prepared a bunch of take-out calls from Chinese restaurants, waiting to feed its host.

But its host is quite capricious, every day when it returns to normal, it will take some green rice balls and spicy soup from the system package to deal with it, and don't talk to it at all.

After a long time, the self-service system will ignore him. When Yan Zhiyu is in seclusion, it will sleep to save energy. When Yan Zhiyu rests, he will come and have a look to see if his host is stupid.

Just when the self-service system was about to be driven mad by the mute Yan Zhiyu, a strong sword aura erupted from Yan Zhiyu, who had been calm like a statue, and woke up the dormant self-service system.

It greeted its big baby excitedly, but its big baby didn't even bird it.

When the self-service system poked him, Yan Zhiyu finally spoke, his voice was like water in a cold pool, calm and cold without any emotion.

"Noise, silence."

The self-service system was ignored, and then Yan Zhiyu summoned a flying sword and wiped it lightly.

Self-service system:…………

The self-service system was terrified. It had added friends with the system of the martial arts plane before, and was frantically poking it for help.

"What should we do now?" the self-service system asked anxiously, it could feel the loneliness and coldness from Yan Zhiyu.

Regardless of whether this state is helpful for Yan Zhiyu to complete the task of finally becoming a real superhero, the self-service system does not want him to become like this, and its host is still the best.

"Don't panic, you can come back slowly. If you stimulate him, he can come back quickly."

"for example."

"The one in my family relies on the power of love, you can try it too, wow, you don't know, he competed with that sword for favor, and finally succeeded in taking the position with a bitter trick, if it wasn't for the strict investigation recently, he would have wanted to force love gone."

"It's so exciting, yours."

"Yes, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I even secretly bought an iron chain and waited to use it, but it was severely punished and forced into a bitter plan."

"get, thanks"

"You're welcome, I'm off to eat dog food, come on, bye~"

The self-service system tentatively stretched out its tentacles to grab the sword in Yan Zhiyu's hand. The air pressure around Yan Zhiyu dropped to freezing point, and he raised his hand with a slight frown.

Just when the self-service system thought that Yan Zhiyu would hit its little tentacles, the depressive air pressure suddenly dissipated.

Yan Zhiyu's expression was still cold, but there was some helplessness in his tone, his fingers gently passed through the small tentacle, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't make trouble."

Self-service system: ... hey hey

The self-service system withdrew its tentacles and circled happily in Yan Zhiyu's mind.

He still loves me!I'm still his system daddy!

After celebrating, he glanced proudly at the sword in Yan Zhiyu's hand, "Look at the iron lump, even if Yan Ersha's upgrade is successful, I'm still Ersha's favorite!"

Flying Sword: ...

Yan Zhiyu glanced at the date on his phone and found that he had been in seclusion for five days. He didn't know whether it was long or short, but he had already realized the sword intent.

If it is said that he was inferior to senior brother Qiu's sword with Zhan Wuji before, then he can basically have a hearty competition with senior brother Qiu now.

Seeing that Yan Zhiyu began to clean his sword again, the self-service system quickly called out tasks for Yan Zhiyu to do, forcibly breaking his date with Jian.

Yan Zhiyu was stunned by a series of jingling reminders in his mind halfway through the rubbing.

"The self-service system issued an urgent task: assist Superman in finding the missing Captain America Steve Rogers. Task reward: one alive and kicking Steve. Task penalty: one dead Steve. Task time limit: two hours. "