Step out of the no-door bar and drive into the New York City area.

Looking at the enthusiastic Mystic, Luke took it in stride and raised his vigilance.

He had many ideas for the current situation.

For example, beauty tricks, seduction traps and the like.

"Everything seems to be getting interesting."

Forty minutes later, Luke stepped out of the cab and followed the squirming Secret Guest.

In his opinion, the other party is the queen of the borders of hell, and he is also a popular player in the Supreme Mage Battle.

Taking the initiative to give a hug, and being so enthusiastic and straightforward and provocative, must have some ulterior thoughts.

There is no free lunch in the world, and there will be no good things delivered by beautiful women.

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

However, he also didn't redeem Nightwing Dick Grayson's "Forgiveness Hat Dealer" skill card.

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

That's a bit of an exaggeration!

Superman is a walking sorceress piledriver, and he is not a humanoid aphrodisiac that automatically emits hormones and has an aphrodisiac effect.

"The room was big, well, the bed was big."

Luke swiped his key card and walked into the luxurious suite where the secret guest was.

This is the Hilton Hotel in the heart of New York City, and it seems that the queen of the borders of hell has a very nourishing life after returning to Earth.

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

Luke was looking at the crystal chandelier overhead, grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV — something 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 some custom.

However, when Luke finished his move, he turned around.

He noticed that the secret had removed his boots and leather pants almost at an extraordinary speed.

What caught my eye was a lovely person with a jade body and leaning on the head of the bed.

Ah......h Don't go through the process of chatting and talking?

Isn't the pace a little too fast!

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

Before figuring out what was going on, Luke tried to make his speech look a little more steely.

"I just feel very attractive when I see you, and the impulse in my heart makes my heart rise hot...... I don't know what your name is? ”

The Mycke's amber eyes stared straight at Luke.

It seems to pierce the soul through that handsome skin.

"Heh, my life, gender, and sexual orientation are not clear, and I dare to ask someone to open a room?"

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

"I'm Stephen Strange's contractor, a mediocre mage."

Here's how he introduced himself.

"Strange...... Oh, you mean the stinky man who looks like he fell down the drain and just crawled out? To be honest, it was surprising that he was able to survive the first fight. ”

The secret cook has no interest in the competition, and he doesn't say anything lightly.

Then, he turned his gaze back to Luke.

"Coming at me?"

Luke was a little surprised, he didn't do anything, the other party was so active and direct?

"Before I stepped into the doorless bar, the soothsayer at the border of hell said that I would receive a surprise gift."

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

"Now it seems that she was not right at all."

Luke raised an eyebrow, this is the Marvel version of Journey to the West?

The man who drew the sword was the destined hero of the world?

He'd never heard of it.

"Sit closer, and you'll smell good."

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

While remaining calm, Luke sat down on the bed as he prepared for battle.

Before he could begin to speak, two white arms wrapped around his neck.

Syllable!

A crystal chandelier that originally emitted light.

Extinguished instantly.

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

Until the last minute, Luke still hadn't figured out the situation.

This queen of the border of hell is just greedy for her own body, or 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 for the end of class and the end of school, then a few minutes seem very long, as if the second hand is beating extremely slowly.

It can be exchanged for a pleasant holiday, or a party party, and certain situations that are readily accepted, and a few hours is just a blink of an eye.

Say, for example, Luke who ended the battle.

For him, it didn't feel like the battle lasted long.

But by the time the curtains were opened and the city beneath their feet was overlooked, the night was already getting dark.

"So, you're just trying to sleep with me?"

Luke casually put on his dressing gown and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

As the queen of the Borderlands of Hell, a well-known young witch who is proficient in the dark arts, and a new generation of mutants, the Myckey is quite good at his personal strength.

With a physical fitness that is close to that of a demon, whether it is flexibility or endurance, etc., he is excellent among the opponents Luke has encountered.

"I had something serious to say, but ...... Later forgot. ”

The secret guest lay on the bed limply, his waist-length blonde hair spread out, hiding his beautiful curves.

"Mephisto, that old liar, should be next door, you can go over."

Luke was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Next time, activities like this to promote physical and mental health can actually be put on the back." ”

He didn't expect that he had invisibly released the Mephisto pigeons and made the other party wait for several hours.

Of course, I didn't expect that the secret guest rolled the sheets so directly, so that Luke inexplicably felt like he was being prostituted.

"But what did Mephisto do with me?"

Luke took off his dressing gown and walked into the bathroom.

No matter what universe he was in, he and the Lord of Hell were unmasked and had no friendship.

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

The secret guest replied weakly.

"It looks like there's a big move on the hell side."

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

Mephisto has always been at odds with the Supreme Mage, often secretly causing trouble behind his back, and always acting as a villain hiding behind the scenes.

It seems that Gu Yi pretended to be dead this time, and he probably caught a big fish.

"That...... Luke, leave a call, next time I have a chance. ”

Secret Ke makes no secret of her satisfaction with Luke in all aspects, believing that it can be developed in the long run.

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

Luke laughed and pushed the door open.

He was no longer limited to a sorceress of piling, he was not spared even a female demon - the secret was a half-demon in a way.

"It feels like you're going further and further down the wrong path, and it's gone."

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

He pushed open the door next door and saw an old man in a suit with a gloomy face.

The other sat on a single sofa, sipping wine and watching TV.

The smell of sulfur, so strong that it could barely be concealed, permeated the room.

A mage with a slightly sharper sense, or a psychic ability, is completely able to perceive it.

"I originally invited fourteen guests, but unfortunately only six came, and with you, this is the seventh."

Mephisto put down his glass and said lightly.

"In fact, if I hadn't been able to hear the movement next door, I would have thought you had declined the invitation."