Mei Mumu said with great certainty. He used his out-of-body magic to convert a large part of the game footage of World of Warcraft into a real human image through the balance system, and then injected it into the mind of Steve, who was rejected by the conscription and was extremely depressed at the moment, for what?

Isn't it just to fool this weak chicken boy who will become Captain America in the future, and he is in advance of his Mei Jie Cao and believes in his evil!

Captain America has a fart just to strengthen his body, and if he dies, he has city-level strength. In front of the villains of the bunker, the American team is the five scum of the battle.

In 1943, this strength was still reconciled.

After 2016, no planet-level strength was embarrassed to come out to say hello, either to play games with miscellaneous soldiers, or only qualified to deal with mini-bosses.

Alas, in order to kill Thanos in the future, Mei can be said to have broken her heart.

Of course, he would never admit that he fooled the American team to believe in the Holy Light for the sake of a deviation point of fate.

When the skinny Steve heard these encouraging words, his heart was moved for a moment. But he immediately restrained his arrogant idea of ascending to the sky, and he bowed to Mei Mumu very politely.

"Thank you, sir, for allowing me to see such a magical scene. But ......"

Mei Mumu knew that the "but ......" before Du Te was nonsense. He wasn't annoyed either, because the system prompted: "The destined Captain America has developed a strong interest in the [Paladin] profession." He does not reject divine powers. Congratulations to the host for obtaining 100 Fragments of Destiny. ”

Therefore, Mei Jiecao's face still maintains a faint smile, which is both respectful and polite. He tilted his head slightly and motioned for Steve to continue.

"But my father, who has died, warned me not to covet what doesn't belong to me. You can't expect to get a windfall for nothing, or ...... Strength. So, I'm sorry, I have to refuse your kindness. You're ......" Steve's face was a little feverish, and he suddenly realized that it was very rude for him to never ask for people's names.

"Hello, Mr. Rogers, you can call me Mr. May (Y) or Mr. [Ybe]. Mei Mumu nodded slightly: "Strange name, isn't it? But the name is just a code name." That's just my name. ”

Religious name - In some places, after believing in religion, the clergy will abandon their name and call themselves by their Christian name in order to show that they have given everything to the god they believe in. This practice is not unusual.

Steve also nodded: "No, no, no, thank you very much, Mr. May." Please forgive me for not being able to accept your gift, and I am in a bad mood today, please forgive me for missing company. ”

Mei Mumu smiled. Captain America has never been the most powerful superhero. But he's definitely the strongest-willed one. If a few words can fool him into success, then he is not qualified to be the American team.

He lightly pointed at Steve's chest in the air, as if he hadn't done anything, but in fact he had put a [Silver Hand Knights Paladin Professional Experience Card] exchanged for 10 fragments of fate on Steve's body.

Hey!

This year, if you want to fool people into taking the bait, at least give a trial card or a trial version.

People have brains, I don't know if the effect is good, who will obediently fall into the pit?

At this moment, Mei Jie Cao was possessed by the magic stick.

"This is not a gift! The Light is already in your heart. As long as you have righteousness in your heart, you are determined to fight evil. Sooner or later you will appreciate the power and greatness of the Light. Mei Jiecao's words are completely in line with what the quasi-American team thinks. Steve couldn't help but have quite a recognition of Mr. May's mysterious person.

Looking at Mei Jiecao, who made a way, Steve nodded: "I don't know if we can still meet, I ......"

Mei Jiecao interrupted him: "No, I already see your future. When you become a true paladin, I will appear in front of you again. ”

"......" Steve left with mixed feelings.

Today should have been frustrating. After this Mr. May appeared, Steve was in a little better mood.

He decided to go to a movie to change his mood.

In the United States in 1942, the film industry was already quite developed, and basically there were black and white movie theaters in major cities.

Before watching the movie, the convention is the time for advertising, uh, it should be patriotic propaganda time.

"The war continues to ravage European ......" accompanied by the sound of loudspeakers, the big screen of the cinema shows the ruins of the ruined city and the few piles of flames that have not yet burned out.

"But the rescuers have already left. The screen switches to rows of young Americans dressed in ordinary civilian clothes.

"Every able-bodied lad is ready to defend their country. At this time, projected on the screen are the candidates who are shirtless, waiting for the doctor to listen to the heart rate.

Seeing this, Steve couldn't help but be moved, he remembered what he had just experienced, he was a part of it, but his physique was terrible. was ruthlessly brushed down, which brought him not shame, but the loss of having no way to serve the country.

His mind was confused, and he couldn't help but think of the vision that the mysterious Mr. May showed him—the paladins who stood up one by one at a time when the world would be eroded by evil!

On the movie screen, the picture changes again. It was a child who was five years old at most, picking up trash.

It's not just ordinary garbage, it's just scraps of metal.

The male voice on the movie theater speaker continued: "Even little Timmy is doing his part, collecting scrap metal - well done, little Timmy!"

Seeing this picture, Steve felt a deeper sense of shame in his heart: "I can even help my country as a child, but what am I doing here? Oh my God! Am I not even as good as a five-year-old child?"

Steve pursed his mouth hard.

Just as Steve was immersed in a disorganized mind, a very discordant male voice appeared.

"It's my business!

Steve couldn't help it: "Hey, can you show some respect?"

The loudspeaker continued to play encouraging words, but the man was visibly impatient: "Fast forward! Hurry up, fast forward!

Steve was a little annoyed: "Can you please shut up!?"

Ahead, the noisy man turned, he stood up, he was probably not too strong, he was much stronger than the skinny Steve Rogers.

"Hey, boy, let's have a man's conversation!" the man grimaced.

This is also part of the old American culture. If there is an aftermath in the alley, don't BB, and don't let the gendarmes interfere. If you refuse, you are not a real man.

At this moment, Steve has seen his own end.