Chapter 1619 Fishing Day (XII)

Chapter 1592 Fishing Day (XII)

"Don't you think you've gone too far, doctor?"

After returning to the fishing spot after a full meal, Natasha stared at Schiller and said, her dissatisfaction almost overflowing.

"How does the dish taste?" Schiller seemed to be in another dimension. He said to himself: "The proofing time was too short, so it's not crispy enough, and the flame is not as even as the oven. I don't think it's very good, but I think you can give me a chance to correct this impression, what do you think, ma'am?"

Natasha took a deep breath and made a decision not to talk to Schiller in her heart. Just as her determination rose, she heard Schiller say: "You are angry, not because I expressed my interest in you in an uncharacteristic way, but because I used you as a shield, because the courtesy I offered to you was not real."

Natasha was stunned for a moment. She wanted to refute but couldn't. If she said she was not angry about this, wouldn't it be confirmed that she felt Schiller's courtesy was real? Then her attitude of not responding would be very rude, like a scumbag who neither accepts nor refuses.

But if she is angry about this, it seems that there is something wrong. Why does she compare herself with the fish that Schiller caught? Should she compare who is truly loved and who is a substitute?

Natasha tried hard to breathe the cold air into her lungs, hoping that the temperature and breath from her hometown could make her more sober. Before walking to the ice cave in the morning, Natasha still spoke.

"I'm completely out of your professional attitude. You have to make sure that he will not analyze a single man who is very important to you in too much detail from the physical perspective because of his personal interest. He has to assure you that he is a doctor."

"You said that you cast the bait and only catch a certain type of fish." Schiller shook his head and said, "If the fish is definitely biting, you will definitely reach out to the water and catch you with rough means."

"But you all know..." Natasha paused when she said that, because the first half of your sentence was "You all know that you will definitely bite the hook."

Then there was a street landscape painting. The street scenery was extraordinary, just like the common streets between Manhattan apartment buildings. Unfortunately, Rocky did feel that the scene was strange.

Why did Schiller paint you? That was Rocky's first reaction.

Therefore, Rocky Gerry favors exquisite, gorgeous, and overly decorated things. If we use the art under the earth as an analogy, Rocky hates Rococo style art even more.

That young master judged based on the condition of a special female body. Natasha thought for a long time and indeed saw the overwhelming power that Schiller's body might have. Young master, you are within your ability to deal with it.

That reminded Loki of herself standing at the end of the small bridge and looking at the backs of Odin and Thor, and thought of these things that she had not yet possessed but were often discovered.

"That is a very bad logic of inference." Schiller explained again: "I am sure that when you are excited, the person you are facing will be killed by you, so you can't continue to go up?"

"Didn't you tell him about the situation in this world later?" Schiller was still nervous and fast, panicked and busy. My calmness and urgency compared to her hysteria made Natasha really want to tear off my face.

The body proportions are bad, so there should be no obstacles to exerting force, the joints are not twisted or normal, the seven limbs are weak in mobility, and there are problems with dodging.

It is your side face, and the carbon strips are also used, but a little green color powder is used under the eyes, so the eyes look green.

Loki was lost in memories, his mind was not in the present space, your hand turned forward consciously, but a picture on it pulled you back to reality, this picture was Loki.

"Yes, it's not like that, or this world doesn't have any phenomena that they may be accustomed to, such as magic, mutants or superpowers, this world is only for us."

Loki is obviously in this category, or it's the exact opposite, my temperament is not a bit gloomy, my face is full of shrewdness, in the eyes of the Asgardians, I am not the kind of coward who can only hide in front of the back and shoot hot arrows.

"Why did he suddenly..." Natasha frowned hard, as if she was drunk and said, "He is an adolescent girl, so she always realizes now that he should find a male companion to go to bed with, right?"

Humans appreciate pure and flawed men, but our standards for men who can arouse our primitive desires have been the same for thousands of years, hot, sexy, and beautiful. Loki believes that it may be because in primitive society, such men were strong enough to survive in the previous generation, and that kind of aesthetics was engraved in the genes of human women.

Natasha narrowed her eyes anxiously, staring at Schiller and said, "He should think that as long as he finds a man who has been killed to go to bed with me, he will be with me, right???"

And waited for Schiller to answer. Natasha only took a second to accept the outrageous fact, and narrowed the scope of her speculation with me, and then you found that it was actually narrowed a lot.

Natasha's eyes looked at Schiller from head to toe like a scanning machine, and I used professional eyes to analyze the degree of force threat of the woman behind him from the physical point of view.

"But that world is the same. You are definitely using your intelligence and the abilities that the gray fog has given you. In a purely physical confrontation, there are still very few men who can beat you."

Schiller was stunned for a moment, turned his eyes to the other side, then blinked and said.

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Luo Ji was very vague about why. It was just because I was favored enough, but my image was not appreciated by the Asgardians. The characters in the frame that we hate must have weak momentum and handsomeness. He is tall and burly, and at worst, he can make people want to fight just by looking at him.

"This means that there are only special human males in this world." Schiller stretched out a hand and waved, and said weakly: "It is difficult for a small number of untrained special males to surpass the same strength and physique. There are even more women who can surpass you."

"That means that once you want to kill you, you have no power to fight back."

Judging from that, there are a few male superheroes in New York who are capable.

"so?"

Luo Ji has long accepted the fact that her appearance is appreciated. Even if you become a male god, you are bright and charming, but you never have a melancholy and decadent temperament that is difficult to get rid of.

"You can only say that outside of a very small amount of time in the past, you should have had male intuition."

"Oh my god!" Natasha covered her forehead and leaned forward. You really looked like a drunken drunkard, saying in a hysterical tone: "The worst thing outside the pond is that Stupid fish! Even if it doesn’t happen, your male instinct will remind you to jog before he does it.”

You have always known that Schiele could paint, or you thought that Schiele would be a person who is interested in art, but Luo Ji is a person who hates art.

The male agent suddenly realized that that conclusion was actually unreasonable. Schiller is staying with you now, so what means can I use to catch this poor fish?

"He said something complicated. He asked whether there are superheroes in this world."

Luo Ji opened the first page of the album. Below it was a very beautiful landscape painting, like the New York skyline. The sun had just emerged from the gaps in the low buildings. The light was so strong that even under the paper , it also makes people dizzy.

"So what?"

Natasha is thinking about whether that is another language trap, but you actually don't have time to think about it yet, because there are really not many questions waiting to be answered, and how can you bear to get the answer to one of them at this moment.

Natasha was still not at a loss. She understood the logical relationship for a moment, so Schiller could only explain it more clearly.

It must be 100% hooked, it all depends on the vigilance of the fish and its level with me. Does Natasha have no position to condemn Schiller's fishing behavior? After all, what I am fishing for is a fish with real intelligence. Abnormal people should not be able to judge calmly.

Then there was the small bridge in Asgard, which surprised Luo Ji. If you guessed it, if human artists could really come to Asgard, Asgard would definitely be ignored as a sketching object.

First of all, Schiller used my cerebellum, which was equivalent to losing half of my abilities. Then I still used this mysterious symbiote, which meant that I had to use my own body to withstand the attack. And then the men of that world Superheroes have various powers, and they are all very weak.

Natasha was lost in thought again, so did you notice the slightly perceptible expression of pleasure on Guan Zheng's face as I put on the fishing line and threw the bait above the water?

The small bridge is very beautiful. It was drawn with carbon strips. The white areas are whiter, so all the blank paper becomes the carrier of light. The light perception is so weak that it is dazzling.

What has not been said is that Guan Zheng has no one who cannot be used as a model. Even if it is limited to men, there are not all kinds of handsome men among the superheroes I have come into contact with. Why does it have to be you?

Although Asgardians are always called reckless people, in fact, our artistic achievements are not high at all. It may be because the living environment is too fertile, and the art produced is always stingy and majestic, without any kind of magnificence. Majestic beauty.

"But there's still no risk," Natasha said in a serious tone.

Natasha, who was sitting under the fishing bench, changed the bait again. Your sadness was not slowly written on your face. Schiller looked at the scene without a bad smile, and then said: "He can ask whatever he wants." Ask."

That is to say, even a super-powered hero like Captain America is within Natasha's range to a certain extent. Fighting is like a bear collision, without speed, slowness and flexibility. It’s also very important, as is fighting experience.

"So you try to reduce the possibility of the other party being killed by you. To put it more simply, you have to catch a fish that is weak enough."

Schiller is much shorter than you. Natasha silently estimated that I am very tall, but the difference in height and weight is still a problem. When wearing clothes, there are obvious muscle marks.

In the bedroom of the Hell's Kitchen Clinic, Rocky found a picture album.

"Oh no, it's not rude to say so, but why did he go already?" Natasha asked without any hysterics.

Luo Ji narrowed her eyes and looked at herself on the paper. You could not help but think of thoughts that had not been forgotten for a long time. When you were the favored seventh prince, the palace painter painted Thor and me. But in the end, only the heroic and imposing portrait of Thor was hung.

To go one step further, at least Guan Zheng's mouth is with you now, and that is not Schiller's weakest and most powerless weapon. Apart from that, is there any bait that can definitely catch a fish? If that is the bait, will the fish really be important to us?

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