"Don't you think you're going a little too far? Doctor."
After eating and drinking, Natasha returned to the fishing spot and stared at Schiller. The dissatisfaction in her tone was almost overflowing.
"How does that dish taste?" Schiller seemed to be in another dimension. He said to himself: "The proofing time is too short, so it is not crispy enough, and the flame is not as uniform as an oven. I don't think it is. How about that, but I think you could give me a chance to correct that impression, what do you say, ma’am?”
Natasha took a deep breath, and she made another decision in her heart not to talk to Schiller. Just as her determination rose, she heard Schiller say: "You will be angry, not because I expressed myself uncharacteristically." I am interested in you because I use you as a shield, because the attentiveness I show you is not true."
Natasha was stunned for a moment. She wanted to refute but couldn't. If she said she wasn't angry because of this matter, wouldn't that confirm that she thought Schiller's attentiveness was genuine? Then her attitude of not responding will appear very rude, like the kind of scumbag who neither accepts nor rejects.
But to say that she was angry because of this matter, there seemed to be something wrong. Why should she compare herself with the fish Schiller caught? Was she also comparing who was truly enamored and who was a substitute?
Natasha worked hard to inhale the cold air into her lungs, hoping that the temperature and breath from her hometown would make her more awake. Before walking to the ice cave in the morning, Natasha spoke.
"This is strictly for my professional attitude. I have to make sure that you will not physically dissect a single woman who is important to us in too much detail because of your personal interests. You have to promise me that you will not ,doctor."
"I've already said, I throw out the bait and only catch a certain type of fish." Schiller shook his head and said, "If the fish doesn't bite the hook, I will never savagely reach into the water and use rough force. Use any means to catch her."
"But we all know..." Natasha paused when she said this, because the second half of her sentence was "We all know she will bite the hook."
The female agent suddenly realized that this conclusion was actually unreasonable. Schiller was staying with her now, so what methods could he use to catch the poor fish?
Taking a step back, at least Schiller's mouth is now with hers. This is Schiller's most powerful weapon. Apart from this, what other bait can definitely hook a fish? If they all take the bait, will this fish really be important to them?
If it is not 100% hooked, it all depends on the vigilance and intelligence of the fish, then what position does Natasha have to condemn Schiller's fishing behavior? After all, what he was fishing for was not really a fish with no IQ. Normal people should have the ability to make calm judgments.
Natasha was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the subtle expression of pleasure on Schiller's face as he slowly lowered the fishing line and threw the bait under the water.
In the bedroom of the Hell's Kitchen Clinic, Rocky found a picture album.
She had never known that Schiele could paint before, or she thought that Schiele would not be the kind of person who was interested in art, but Luo Ji was the kind of person who liked art very much.
Although Asgardians are always called reckless people, in fact, their artistic achievements are not low at all. It may be because the living environment is too fertile, and the art they produce is always majestic and has a sense of magnificent beauty. .
Therefore, Luo Ji is particularly fond of exquisite, gorgeous, and excessively decorated things. If we use the art on earth as an analogy, Luo Ji prefers Rococo style art.
Luo Ji opened the first page of the album. There was a very beautiful landscape painting on it, like the New York skyline. The sun had just emerged from the gaps in the tall buildings. The light was strong. Even on paper, It also makes people feel dizzy.
Next was a street scene. The street setting was very ordinary, like the common streets between Manhattan apartment buildings. Unfortunately, Luo Ji did feel that this scene was somehow familiar.
Then there was the bridge in Asgard, which surprised Luo Ji, but she guessed that if human artists could really come to Asgard, Asgard would definitely not be ignored as a sketching object.
This bridge is very beautiful. It was drawn with carbon strips. The dark areas are extremely dark, so all the blank paper becomes a carrier of light, and the light is so strong that it is dazzling.
This reminded Luo Ji of the time when she stood at the end of the bridge and looked at the backs of Odin and Thor, and thought of the things she already had but were not often discovered.
Luo Ji was stuck in her memories. Her thoughts did not stay in the present space. Her hands turned back unconsciously, but a picture below brought her back to reality. That picture was of Luo Ji.
It's her side face. It also uses carbon strips. Only a little green color powder is used on the eyes, so the eyes look particularly green.
Luo Ji stared at herself on the paper with wide eyes. She couldn't help but think of the almost forgotten thoughts. When she was the unpopular second prince, the palace painter painted him and Thor, but in the end only Thor's heroic portrait was hung.
Luo Ji knew the reason for this very well. It was not just that he was not favored enough, but that his image was not appreciated by the Asgardians. The characters in the picture frames they liked must be powerful, handsome and tall. It's best to make people feel fighting at the first sight.
Loki is obviously not one of them, or it is the complete opposite. His temperament is somewhat gloomy, and his face is full of shrewdness. In the eyes of the Asgardians, he looks like the kind of coward who only hides behind his back and shoots cold arrows.
Luo Ji has long accepted the fact that her appearance is not appreciated. Even if she becomes a goddess, she is not bright enough, but always has a melancholy and decadent temperament that is difficult to get rid of.
Human beings appreciate pure and flawless girls, but their standards for women who can arouse their primitive desires have been the same for thousands of years. They are hot, sexy, and beautiful. Luo Ji thinks this may be because in primitive society, such women were strong enough and capable. Leaving behind descendants, this aesthetic is engraved in the genes of human males.
Why did Schiele paint her? This was Luo Ji's first reaction.
What has not been said is that Schiller has many candidates who can be used as models. Even if they are limited to women, there are all kinds of beauties among the superheroes he has come into contact with. Why does it have to be her?
Natasha, who was sitting on the fishing bench, changed the bait again. Her sadness was almost written on her face. Schiller looked at this scene with some humor, and then said: "Ask whatever you want."
Natasha was thinking about whether this was another language trap, but she actually had no time to think about it, because there were really too many questions waiting to be answered, and how could she bear to get the answer to one of them at this moment.
"Why did you suddenly..." Natasha wrinkled her eyelids hard and said as if she was drunk: "You are not an adolescent boy. You can't realize now that you should find a female companion to sleep with, right? "
"Okay, it's a bit rude to say this, but what did you do earlier?" Natasha asked hysterically.
"Have I told you about the situation in the previous world?" Schiller was still unhurried and unhurried. The contrast between his calmness and his own hysteria made Natasha really want to tear him off. Shameless.
"You briefly said that there are no superheroes in that world."
"Yes, that's it, or that world doesn't have any phenomena that you may be accustomed to, such as magic, mutants or superpowers. There are only ordinary people in that world."
"So what?"
"That means there are only ordinary human women in that world." Schiller stretched out a hand and waved, emphasizing: "It is difficult for the vast majority of untrained ordinary women to surpass the same ordinary men in strength and physique. , there are even fewer who can defeat me.”
"so?"
"This means that once I want to kill them, they have no power to fight back."
Natasha was still a little confused. She didn't understand the logical relationship, so Schiller could only explain it more clearly.
"But this world is different. If I don't use my intelligence and the abilities that the gray mist brings to me, there are still many women who can beat me if I just compete with my body."
Natasha slowly widened her eyes, stared at Schiller with heart, and said: "You don't want to say that you just need to find a woman you can't kill to sleep with, right?"
Before Schiller could answer, Natasha only took a second to accept this outrageous fact and began to narrow down the scope of her guess. Then she realized that it couldn't be narrowed down much.
First of all, Schiller has lost half of his abilities without using his brain. Then, without using the mysterious symbiote, it means that he has to use his own body to withstand attacks. Then, female superheroes in this world have all kinds of abilities. , and both are very powerful.
If you look at it this way, then there are not many female superheroes in New York who are good at it.
Natasha's eyes were like scanning instruments and she looked at Schiller from head to toe, and began to use a professional eye to analyze the physical threat of the man in front of her.
Schiller was much taller than her. Natasha silently estimated that he was not very tall, but the height and weight gap was still a problem. There were no obvious signs of muscles when he was wearing clothes.
The body proportions are good, so there should be no difficulty in exerting force. There are no twists or abnormalities in the joints. The limbs have strong mobility and there is no problem in dodging.
Most of this was based on the condition of an ordinary male body. Natasha thought about it for a long time, but she really didn't see the overwhelming power that Schiller's body might have. Most of it was within the range of her ability to cope.
Rather, even a super-powered hero like Captain America is within Natasha's ability to a certain extent. Fighting is not like bears colliding, and sometimes the speed, agility and flexibility are very difficult. Fighting experience is important, too.
"This is a very easy-to-understand logic." Schiller explained again: "If the object I am facing will not be killed by me when I am excited, then can I continue?"
"But there are still risks." Natasha said in a serious tone.
"So I will try to reduce the possibility of the other party being killed by me as much as possible. Simply put, I have to catch a fish that is strong enough."
"Oh God!" Natasha covered her forehead and leaned back. She really looked like a drunkard and said in a hysterical tone: "It's better not to have such stupid fish in your pond! Even if there is, her female intuition had better be able to remind her to run before you do it.”
Schiller was stunned for a moment, turned his eyes to the other side, then blinked and said.
"I can only say that most of the time, she probably didn't have female intuition."
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