Chapter 1583

"Don't you think you're a bit too much? Doctor."

Seeing Natasha, who had returned to the fishing spot after eating and drinking, stared at Schiller, her dissatisfaction almost overflowing.

"How is this dish?" 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 fire doesn't have the even temperature of an 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 say, Madam?"

Seeing Natasha took a deep breath. She made another decision in her heart not to talk to Schiller. Her determination had just risen when she heard Schiller say: "You are angry, not because I expressed my interest in you contrary to my usual behavior, but because I used you as a shield, because the favors I showed you are not real."

Seeing Natasha was stunned for a moment. She wanted to refute but couldn't find a way to start. If she said she wasn't angry because of this, wouldn't that confirm that she thought Schiller's favors were real? Then her attitude of not responding would seem very impolite, like a scumbag who neither accepts nor refuses.

But to say she was angry because of this, it seemed there was something wrong. Why did she let herself compare with the fish Schiller caught, and whether she had to compare who was truly favored and who was a substitute?

Seeing Natasha tried hard to suck the cold air into her lungs, hoping that the temperature and breath from her hometown would make her clearer. Before walking to the ice hole in the morning, Seeing Natasha still opened her mouth.

"I am entirely out of professional attitude. I have to make sure that you won't analyze a certain single female who is very important to us in too much detail physically because of your personal interest. You have to promise me you won't, Doctor."

"I said it, I cast the bait, I only fish for a certain type of fish," Schiller shook his head and said: "If the fish doesn't take the bait, I will never savagely reach my hand under the water and catch you with rough means."

"But we all know..." Seeing Natasha paused when she said this, because the second half of her sentence was "We all know you will definitely take the bait."

Immediately following was a landscape painting of a street. The street setting was very ordinary, just like the street between common Manhattan apartment buildings. Unfortunately, Luo Ji indeed felt inexplicably that the scene was somewhat familiar.

Why did Schiller draw you? That was Luo Ji's first reaction.

Therefore, Luo Ji was exceptionally fond of exquisite, gorgeous, and overly decorated things. If one used art on Earth as a metaphor, Luo Ji preferred Rococo-style art.

Most of this was based on the judgment of the condition of ordinary male bodies. Seeing Natasha thought for a long time, and indeed didn't see the overwhelming power that Schiller's body might possess. Most were within her range of response.

This made Luo Ji couldn't help but think of herself standing at the bridgehead of the big bridge looking at the backs of Odin and Thor, thinking of these things she had possessed but were not often discovered.

"That is a very good logical deduction," Schiller explained again: "If the object I am facing when I am excited will not be killed by me, then isn't it possible to continue?"

"Have I told you about the situation in that world before?" Schiller was still unhurried, not panicked, not busy. His calmness and his own hysteria compared, making Seeing Natasha really want to tear off his skin.

The body proportions were good, so there should be no movement obstacles. The joints had no torsion or abnormality, the limbs had strong activity, and dodging was also no problem.

It was her side face, also using charcoal sticks, only a little green color powder was used on the eyes, so the eyes looked exceptionally green.

Luo Ji was lost in memories, her thoughts didn't stay in the current space. Her hand turned backward unconsciously, but the picture below pulled her back to reality. It was a picture of Luo Ji.

"Yes, it's like that, or rather, that world doesn't have any phenomena you might be accustomed to, such as magic, mutants, or superpowers. That world only has people."

Loki was obviously not in this list, or rather the exact opposite. His temperament was a bit gloomy, his face was full of shrewdness. In the eyes of Asgardians, he looked like a coward who would only hide behind and shoot cold arrows.

"Why did you suddenly..." Seeing Natasha wrinkled her eyelids hard, as if she were drunk, and said: "You are not a boy in puberty, you wouldn't realize now that you should find a female companion to go to bed with, right?"

Humans appreciate pure and flawless girls, but their standards for females who can arouse their primitive desires have been the same for thousands of years: hot, sexy, beautiful. Luo Ji thought this might be because in primitive society, such females were strong enough to leave offspring, and this aesthetic was engraved in the genes of human males.

Seeing Natasha slowly widened her eyes, staring at Schiller, and said playfully: "If my deduction is correct, you should be the famous..."

Before Schiller could answer, Seeing Natasha accepted this outrageous fact in just one second, and used it to narrow the scope of her speculation. Then she found that it actually couldn't be narrowed down much.

Seeing Natasha's eyes were like scanning instruments, looking Schiller up and down again, using her professional eyes to analyze the martial threat level of the man in front of her from the flesh alone.

"But that world is different. If I don't use intelligence, and don't use the ability brought by the gray mist, in the case of pure physical confrontation, there are still many females who can beat me."

Schiller was slightly stunned, turned his eyeballs to the other side, then blinked and said.

Luo Ji knew very well why this was. It was not just because he was not favored enough, but because his image was not appreciated by Asgardians. The characters in the painting frames we like must have powerful momentum, be handsome and burly, and it is best to make people feel fighting intent at a glance.

"That means once I want to kill you, you have no power to fight back," Schiller waved a hand and emphasized: "Very few females can beat me in strength and physique."

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

If you look at it this way, there are not many female superheroes in all of New York who can do it.

"So?"

Luo Ji had long accepted the fact that her appearance was not appreciated. Even if she turned into a goddess, she was not beautiful enough, but always had a melancholy and decadent temperament that was hard to get rid of.

"I can only say that in the vast majority of time in the past, I should not have had female intuition."

"My God!" Seeing Natasha leaned back, covering her forehead. She really looked like a drunkard, and said in a hysterical tone: "It's best if there are no such stupid fish in your pond! Even if there are, it's best if my female intuition can remind me to run away before you make a move."

She had never known before that Schiller could paint, or she thought Schiller wouldn't be the kind of person interested in art, but Luo Ji was the kind of person who liked art very much.

The female agent suddenly realized that this kind of conclusion actually made no sense. Schiller is with you now, so what means can he use to catch that poor fish?

"You said briefly before that there are no superheroes in that world."

Luo Ji opened the sketchbook to the first page, which drew a very beautiful landscape painting, like the New York skyline, with the sun just rising from the cracks of the high-rise buildings. The light was intense, and even on the paper, it made people feel a bit dizzy.

"So what?"

Seeing Natasha was thinking about whether this was another language trap, but she actually had no time to think, because there were too many questions waiting to be answered, so how could she resist getting the answer to one of them at this moment?

Seeing Natasha was still a bit confused. She didn't understand the logical relationship for a while, so Schiller could only explain it more clearly.

If it's not a hundred percent take-the-bait, it depends entirely on the fish's vigilance and degree of intelligence. Then what position does Seeing Natasha have to condemn Schiller's fishing behavior? After all, he is fishing for fish that really don't have much IQ. Normal people should have the ability to judge calmly.

Then it was the bridge of Asgard, which surprised Luo Ji, but she guessed that if human artists could really come to Asgard, the palace would definitely not be a sketching object to be ignored.

First, Schiller using his brain is already equivalent to half of his ability being abolished. Then he doesn't use this mysterious symbiote, which is equivalent to him having to bear the attack with his own flesh. Then the female superheroes in that world have various abilities and are very powerful.

Seeing Natasha fell into deep thought again, so she didn't notice the imperceptible pleasant expression on Guan Zheng's face as he put down the fishing line and threw the bait onto the water surface.

That bridge was very beautiful, drawn with charcoal sticks. The white places were exceptionally white, so all the blank paper surfaces became the carrier of light, and the light was blindingly strong.

And what was left unsaid was that Guan Zheng had many objects that could be used as models. Even if limited to females, there were all kinds of beauties among the superheroes he had come into contact with. Why did he have to be you?

Although Asgardians are always called reckless, in fact, their artistic achievements are not low at all. Perhaps because the environment they live in is too affluent, the art produced is always magnificent and has a kind of rich and imposing beauty.

"But there is still risk." Seeing Natasha emphasized her tone and said.

Seeing Natasha, sitting on the fishing stool, changed the bait again. Her sorrow was already written on her face. Schiller looked at this scene with some amusement, and then said: "If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Rather, even superheroes like Captain America are within Seeing Natasha's range of response to a certain extent. Fighting is not like bears colliding. Sometimes speed, agility, and flexibility are also very important, and fighting experience is also the same.

"So I will try my best to reduce the possibility of the other party being killed by me. Simply put, I have to fish for a strong enough fish."

Schiller is much taller than you, Seeing Natasha calculated silently. He is not very burly, but the difference in height and weight is still a problem. In the case of wearing clothes, no obvious muscle traces can be seen.

In the bedroom of the Hell's Kitchen clinic, Luo Ji found a sketchbook.

"Well, saying it like that is a bit rude, but what were you doing earlier?" Seeing Natasha asked hysterically.

Luo Ji widened her eyes looking at herself on the paper. She couldn't help but think of the thoughts that were about to be forgotten. When she was still this unfavored second prince, the court painter painted me and Thor, but in the end, only Thor's heroic portrait full of momentum was hung out.

Taking another ten thousand steps back, at least now Guan Zheng's mouth is with you, which is already Schiller's strongest and most powerful weapon. Apart from that, what other bait can definitely catch a fish? If this takes the bait, will that fish really be very important to us?

Hee hee.