Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 257 On Protracted War, First Meeting with Mephisto

Walk out of the doorless bar and drive into New York City.

Looking at the enthusiastic secret guest, Luke responded calmly while raising his vigilance.

For the current situation, he had many ideas.

Such as beauty tricks, lure traps and the like.

"Everything seems to be getting interesting."

Four or ten minutes later, Luke got out of the taxi, followed by the secret guest who twisted his waist.

In his opinion, the opponent is the queen of the border of hell, and even a popular contestant in the battle of the supreme mage.

She took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, and was so enthusiastic and frankly provocative, she must have some ulterior motives.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, let alone such a good thing as a beautiful woman being delivered to your door.

Even as a strong and healthy male creature, Luke is very confident in his charm.

However, he did not exchange Nightwing Dick Grayson's "Forgiveness Hat Issuer" skill card.

How could it be possible to successfully capture a youthful, lively, sexy and charming female superhero within half an hour.

This is a bit too exaggerated!

Superman is a walking sorceress piling machine, but not a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically emits hormones and has an aphrodisiac effect.

"The room is big, um, the bed is big too."

Luke swiped his room card and walked into the luxury suite where the secret guest was.

This is the Hilton Hotel in the center of New York City. It seems that the Queen of Limbo has a very nourishing life after returning to Earth.

"Would you like to try the bed—to see if it's soft?"

Luke had been looking at the chandelier overhead, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV—what most people do when they stay in a hotel.

Although no one really wants to watch TV, or the news.

But they always open subconsciously, as if following a certain custom.

However, after Luke finished this set of actions, he turned around.

He found that the secret agent was removing the boots and leather pants at an almost superhuman speed.

What came into view was the beautiful woman leaning on the head of the bed.

Ah...the process of chatting and heart-to-heart talks is not gone?

Isn't the pace a bit too fast!

"If you feel hot, you should turn on the air conditioner in the room."

Before figuring out the reason, Luke tried his best to make his speech seem a bit steely and straight.

"I just feel very attractive when I see you. The impulse in my heart makes me feel hot... I don't know what your name is yet?"

The amber eyes of the secret guest stared straight at Luke.

It seemed that he wanted to pierce the soul through that handsome skin.

"Heh, you haven't confirmed your name, gender, or sexual orientation yet, how dare you ask someone to open a room?"

Luke's face remained unchanged, but he secretly complained in his heart.

"I am Stephen Strange's contractor, an ordinary mage."

That's how he introduced himself.

"Strange... oh, you mean that stinky man who fell into a sewer and just crawled out? To be honest, it's surprising that he survived the first match."

Secret guest has no interest in competitors, so he said something indifferent.

Then, he turned his attention to Luke.

"It's actually coming for me?"

Luke was a little surprised. He didn't do anything yet, and the other party was so proactive?

"Before I stepped into the Doorless Bar, the divination mother-in-law from the border of hell said that I would receive a surprise gift."

The secret guest stretched out a foot to hook Luke's trouser leg, and his amber eyes flowed out gently like a pool of spring water.

"Now it seems that she is right at all."

Luke raised his eyebrows. Is this the Marvel version of Journey to the West?

Is the person who pulls out the sword the destined hero?

He had never heard of such a setting.

"Sit closer, and you will smell better."

The secret guest hooked his fingers, like a succubus from hell, releasing a seductive aura.

While remaining calm, Luke, who was preparing to fight, sat on the bed.

Before he could start talking, two white arms wrapped around his neck.

Snapped!

Originally shining crystal chandelier.

Instantly off.

"The icing is off, but where are the shells?"

Until the last moment, Luke still didn't understand the situation.

This queen on the edge of hell is just greedy for her body, or she has other plans.

……

……

The scale of time, in people's subjective judgment, can actually be long or short, and it is not accurate.

If you are waiting for the bus and subway, or waiting for the bell and school dismissal, then just a few minutes seems very long, as if the second hand is jumping extremely slowly.

It can be a happy vacation, or a wild party, and some situations that are welcome, and a few hours are just a blink of an eye.

For example, Luke at the end of the fight.

To him, he didn't feel that the fierce battle lasted for long.

But by the time the curtains were opened and the city was overlooked, the night had already darkened.

"So, you just want to sleep with me very simply?"

Luke put on his nightgown and stood in front of the huge French windows.

As the Queen of Limbo, a well-known young witch who is proficient in black magic, and a new generation of mutants, Mystery's personal strength is quite outstanding.

Possessing a physical fitness that is close to that of a demon, no matter in terms of flexibility or endurance, he is excellent among the opponents Luke has encountered.

In a nutshell, it is very suitable for piling.

"I had something serious to say, but... then I forgot."

The secret guest lay prone on the bed, his waist-length blond hair spread out, covering his beautiful curves.

"The old liar Mephisto should be next door, you can go there."

Luke froze for a moment, then laughed and said, "Next time, such activities that promote physical and mental health can actually be put behind."

He didn't expect that he released Mephisto's pigeons invisibly, making the other party wait for a few hours for no reason.

Of course, I didn't even expect that the secret guest rolled the sheets so directly that it made Luke inexplicably feel like he was being prostituted for nothing.

"But, what does Mephisto want me to do?"

Luke took off his nightgown and went into the bathroom.

No matter which universe he is in, he has never met this hell lord and has no friendship.

"The participants in the Supreme Mage Battle, that old liar contacted all of them in private."

The secret guest replied weakly.

"It seems that hell is making a big move."

Luke's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Mephisto has always been at odds with the Supreme Mage, and he often makes troubles secretly, always acting as a villain hiding behind the scenes.

It seems that Gu Yi probably caught a big fish by pretending to be dead.

"That... Luke, leave a call and make an appointment next time."

The secret guest made no secret of her satisfaction with Luke in all aspects, and believed that she could develop in the long run.

"We'll meet again soon, don't worry."

Luke smiled and pushed the door out.

He is no longer limited to piling female sorceresses, and even female demons are not spared-the secret guest is a half-demon to some extent.

"It felt like going further and further down the wrong path, gone forever."

Luke shook his head, determined to resist the temptation of the outside world.

He pushed open the door of the next room, and saw an old man in a suit with a sullen face.

The other party was sitting on the single sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.

The extremely strong, almost unconcealable sulfur smell filled the room.

A mage with a slightly more sensitive perception, or a psychic user, can fully detect it.

"I originally invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately only six came. Adding you, I will be the seventh."

Mephisto put down his wine glass and said lightly.

"Actually, if I hadn't heard the movement next door, I would have thought you had declined the invitation."

(End of this chapter)