Vol 6 Chapter 13: hit the ghost

After returning to Earth, Kewen lived a very leisurely and comfortable life.

Every day I see a doctor during business hours, and at night I study with the magic book of 'Kama Taj'.

Every time he learns a magic, he transforms that magic into his own means.

Instead of borrowing the magic of the corresponding dimension and releasing the magic of the corresponding dimension like the ancient one.

Kewen is different from the mages in this world. He has magic power himself, so why should he be a thief?

As a result, this kind of life continued quietly for several months, and the time entered 2008.

...

In early summer, there are more and more morning joggers in Central Park.

Cowen is one of them.

On this day, during his morning run, he found a target that activated his male hormones.

The rejoicing white hair that was slightly over the shoulders, the narrow but fat-free back, and the tight peach buttocks that kept bouncing up and down between running, the shaking made people dizzy.

But the target's stature has a flaw.

The height of close to 1.7 meters, and the shape of the upper body are considered perfect.

But the other's thighs are a little thick.

This is somewhat inconsistent with Kewen's aesthetic.

But he had been a monk for a long time, and he finally found a target with white hair, which made his turbulent heart feel a little anxious.

Kewen thought, if he could use the ability of 'red hands' to transform the opponent's thighs, then he would gain a perfect bed partner.

But there is still another problem, that is, he still doesn't know what the other party looks like.

So Kewen looked at it carefully again.

Through the range of the opponent's upper body during running, Kewen immediately estimated the opponent's bust.

The size made him very satisfied, or more satisfied than expected.

With so many high-quality conditions combined, Kewen immediately decided to strike up a conversation to see what the other party's true face was.

The speed of jogging began to increase, but it did not increase too abruptly.

After half a minute, Kewen approached behind the woman.

Listening to the other party's very rhythmic breathing, Kewen smiled slightly and said hello: "Hey, pay attention to the left."

Hearing the words, the woman immediately moved slightly to the right, but did not look back.

Seeing this, Kewen simply continued to run forward and said at the same time: "Excuse me, I'm a doctor, I observed you..."

Having said that, Kewen had already run side by side with the woman's body. Turning his head to watch, he finally saw the other's face clearly.

The other party is a beautiful woman, a beauty with a very distinctive appearance.

But Kewen's smile froze, and he couldn't continue to speak.

What was just about to move, what hormones settled down at the same time.

whatthefunk! ! !

Kewen, who did as the locals do, scolded secretly in his heart.

"What did you observe?"

Magnetic, slightly low voice sounded, the woman jogged, turned her head and smiled at Kewen: "Or, are you just talking up?"

Kewen smiled a little unnaturally, and said a little embarrassedly, "Sorry, I don't usually see Ms. you during the morning run, so I took the liberty to strike up a conversation."

"Is it?"

The woman's lips are very thick, but it makes the other party's facial features look very harmonious. She said playfully, "But your eyes tell me that what you think in your heart is not the same as what you say in your mouth?"

"Uh……"

Kewen's mind changed quickly, and he quickly found an excuse: "Sorry, I know a lot of women, so I can see that, ma'am, you don't seem to be easy to mess with, so I disturbed you, I don't want to cause trouble, please accept my apology. "

"Is it?"

The woman's gaze moved down, looked at Kewen's figure, and then nodded with a smile: "a good figure, a high-income doctor, and indeed has the capital of a playboy, I'll assume you know a lot of women, right? but……"

The woman slowed down and stopped.

She tilted her head slightly, and said playfully: "You're right about 'not to be messed with'. I'm cia's agent, and your expression tells me that the reason you said is just a lie. So..."

The woman said in a slightly threatening tone: "Tell me, what really made you stop talking to me?"

Kewen pinched his temples helplessly, and then said, "Listen, ma'am, I really don't want to cause any trouble. Can I ask you to pretend that what just happened didn't happen? Or, what kind of apology do you want?"

"No, I just want the truth."

The woman smiled unabated: "Of course you can choose to refuse, after all..."

The woman raised her hand to show her posture: "I'm running in the morning now. I don't have my documents and weapons with me. I don't have the right to force you to do anything."

"Sorry! I'm disturbed!"

Kewen raised his hand to touch his chest, bowed slightly and apologized again.

After the words fell, Kewen turned around and left, then started jogging and returned to the direction of the hospital.

This made the woman stunned.

She stared at Kewen's distant back for a moment, then smiled softly: "Interesting..."

...

Twenty minutes later, Kewen returned to the hospital with a face full of lawsuits.

Standing at the door, he looked up at his own hospital, and then couldn't help sighing: "Damn, this can hit a ghost! How can there be no safe life!?"

After muttering, Kewen continued to sigh and walked into the hospital.

Unsurprisingly.

Just an hour later, the woman I ran into in Central Park walked into the consultation room as the first patient to open for business today.

Snapped!

The documents were still on the table in front of Kewen by the woman.

The woman sat down with a smile and raised her chin at the document: "Can we talk now? What was the reason for your attitude change before?"

Ke Wen stared at the other party's eyes, sighed slightly and picked up the documents.

"cia...Agent Romanoff..."

Looking up at Natasha, the 'Black Widow' in front of him, Kewen pretended to be suspicious: "Romanov? Russian surname? Can a political trial enter cia?"

"Are you discriminating?"

Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly, and her smile became a little dangerous: "Or, do you want me to take you back to investigate to believe it?"

"Please don't!"

Kewen shook his head and pushed the fake documents in his hand back along the table.

Look at the woman in front of you again.

Details appeared in Kewen's mind.

Natasha Romanov, the "Black Widow" who was born in the Russian Red House spy agency, now joins S.H.I.E.L.D., one of the future Avengers, and the savior of this world.

The other party will sacrifice himself in the future in exchange for the 'soul gem', thus saving half of the lives of the entire universe.

Corvin's sense of Natasha is a bit complicated.

No matter how violent the "Black Widow" in other worlds is, the Black Widow in this movie universe is an existence worthy of regret and admiration.

But regret is regret, admiration is admiration, but Kewen didn't want to have anything to do with the other party.

Otherwise he'll be noticed by S.H.I.E.L.D., by Hydra, by the Avengers, by other good guys or bad guys.

That would be a lot of trouble.

Kewen has always paid attention and paid attention to it. He always makes himself like a normal person in this world, just to avoid being found by trouble.

But who would have thought that a flirtatious conversation was being bumped into by a character he couldn't avoid.

What made him speechless was that Natasha wasn't actually white, she just liked dyeing her hair and changing her hairstyle.

Today's white hair must be the other party's temporary aesthetic.

Kewen felt a little regretful at this time.

When he was in Central Park before, he should have erased a memory for Natasha on the spot.

Now it's too late.

As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., although Natasha's authority is very high, the one-eyed black stewed egg director doesn't trust anyone at all.

Therefore, Natasha's itinerary must be in the record.

If Natasha loses her memory now, S.H.I.E.L.D. will find anomalies sooner or later and come to her door.

...

In a short moment, Kewen thought a lot.

In order not to let Natasha see anything, he immediately sighed and said, "Okay okay, then ma'am, what do you want to know?"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Natasha pursed her lips and smiled slightly, then said, "That's the question, tell me, why did your attitude change so much after seeing me?"

"a lot of……"

Kewen said helplessly: "First of all, I found out that your running posture is unnatural, and I guess you are injured."

"Hmm~" Natasha nodded in agreement: "Continue."

"After that, because I observed more."

Kewen said nonsense: "Ma'am, you are very beautiful, but your skin condition is not commensurate with your own conditions."

"Why doesn't it match?" Natasha asked with interest.

"Women love beauty." Kewen replied, "But forgive me, madam, your skin seems to be rarely maintained, right?"

This made Natasha raise her hand subconsciously and stroked her face lightly.

"Go on." She agreed with Cowen again.

"I'm a doctor." Kewen continued: "I'm a confident doctor with good medical skills. Your skin is a little dark and yellow. That's the kind of skin that only appears after years of smoking."

"I can rule out occupations like chefs, industrial workshops, because your skin isn't damaged to that extent, so..."

Cowen stopped here.

"So what?" Natasha laughed. "Go ahead~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Your point of view is very interesting."

"so……"

Kewen glanced at Natasha's eyes, and immediately avoided looking at each other, as if guilty and frightened.

"So..." After saying the third sound, Kewen stared at the table and said, "I guess the lady's skin condition should be affected by gunpowder...and..."

Kewen glanced at Natasha's eyes quickly again: "And your eyes, Madam, they are very independent and story-telling."

"Combining all the information, I guess that you may be very difficult to mess with, ma'am, sorry, so I subconsciously didn't want to continue to contact you at that time, I was afraid of trouble..."

Light laughter sounded.

Natasha put her elbows on the table, held her cheeks and smiled: "You are still lying, there must be lies in your reasons, but your last sentence of being afraid of trouble is true."

Hearing this, Kewen could not help but sigh of relief... 17381/10739472