Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

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"do you like it?"

Ophelia's lips curled into a smile.

"I have to say, this is really tempting, but I said you are too dangerous. I'm afraid you will secretly bite me when we lie in bed at night." Fisk threw Ophelia back onto the chair, but Ophelia's feet were still wrapped around Fisk's waist, groping and climbing up little by little.

The soles of her feet were like the tail of an icy snake, slowly moving with a hint of coolness. Her body temperature was extremely low, and the feeling was very strange, as if she was an elf crawling out of an ice cellar, with every part of her skin having a chilling temperature, yet also smooth and fascinating.

There was a cunning gleam in Ophelia's eyes. She tilted her head slightly, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, and a charming smile spread across her face.

"Thanks, baby, for not killing me!"

"I just don't want to wash my hands again before eating."

The bald monk Benyuan, who was not far away, walked over with a plate in his hand. He held the plate firmly in his hand, as if he was holding the whole world. His face was calm, and his eyes were like deep pools, calm without a single ripple, as if he really didn't see what had just happened, which was full of ambiguity, tension and danger.

He carefully placed two servings of steaming appetizer soup on the table. The soup bowls made a slight "ding" sound when they touched the table, like the prelude to a gourmet feast.

Then, as if by magic, he took out two plates of freshly prepared sushi from the plate.

The exquisite plate was filled with greasy salmon belly fat, which was an attractive orange-red color and shimmered slightly under the light.

The rice grains are full and compact, each grain seems to have been carefully selected and fits tightly together. The ingredients on top are fresh and tempting. The salmon belly fat seems to have just been caught from the deep sea, exuding a unique aroma mixed with a faint ocean scent and ingredients.

"This is the first one. The second one will be delivered soon. Please enjoy it!" The bald monk Benyuan bowed slightly. His bald head was particularly eye-catching under the light. He had a kind and polite smile on his face and spoke in a soft and gentle voice.

"Thank you. By the way, can I order an eel rice?" Fisk said as he gently wiped his palms with the clean and soft towel on the table. The texture of the towel was very comfortable, and his palms were not sticky at all after wiping them.

"Of course, no problem, please wait." The bald monk Benyuan nodded slightly, his attitude very enthusiastic.

"I want a bowl of ramen." Melanie blinked her bright eyes and followed suit. She glanced at the women sitting next to her, raised her chin slightly, and said in a crisp voice, "One bowl per person!"

"it is good!"

Fisk waited until the other party returned to the stove, then he said to Ophelia in front of him: "As the landlord, you have to treat me to a meal. It's your treat today."

"Of course, no problem." Ophelia said indifferently, her eyes curiously sweeping over the bald man who had returned behind the stove.

She didn't expect that there were such talented people in Japan.

"Thank you." Fisk took a sip of the appetizing miso soup. "Actually, since you just walked in, I have been wanting to ask you a question. Why did you steal my missiles?"

Ophelia blinked and looked at Fisk with an innocent expression, "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand anything?"

"Ota Yuya, Fujikawa Taketa!" Fisk was too lazy to beat around the bush with her. He gently picked up the sushi, which was like a delicate work of art in his hands. He opened his mouth slightly and put the sushi into his mouth, feeling the fat of the salmon belly fat and the softness of the vinegar rice. At the same time, he directly blurted out the two names.

After the two names appeared, the corners of Ophelia's mouth twitched imperceptibly, a subtle reaction after someone exposed her secret, but she quickly recovered as if the expression just now was just an illusion. She also picked up the sushi, and her white fingers formed a sharp contrast with the sushi. However, she did not drink the miso soup, but stretched out her forked slender tongue, which was like a smart snake tongue, gently jumping on the sushi, and then rolled the whole piece of delicious salmon belly fat into her mouth. She squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was savoring the deliciousness of the salmon belly fat.

Then, she carelessly threw the remaining sweet and sour rice back into the plate. The rice spread slightly on the plate and she seemed to be not interested in it.

“I’m cutting carbs lately!”

What a waste of food, Fisk complained silently in his heart, and gently chewed the sushi that had been put into his mouth. The sushi was repeatedly ground by his teeth in his mouth, and various flavors blended together. While enjoying the deliciousness of the sushi, he stared at Ophelia closely.

Ophelia's expression was still very calm, but she seemed to be unable to bear Fisk's sharp hawk-like gaze. Finally, she covered her forehead helplessly and snapped her fingers at the monk Benyuan who was not far away, "Give me a cup of Dassai Niwari sake." Ophelia seemed to be explaining to Fisk and ignored the monk Benyuan: "This kind of sake has a strong spicy taste when it enters the throat, like a raging flame burning on the tip of the tongue, stimulating the taste buds, and then a mellow flavor spreads in the mouth. This is my favorite. Do you want a glass?"

"Okay!" Fisk did not refuse.

"Then have another drink." Ophelia snapped her fingers again.

Then, she continued to say to Fisk: "It seems that I can't hide anything from you. Yes, you are right. I did steal the things you lost, but I just borrowed them.

After all, I couldn’t buy a test missile like this even if I had the money. But it wasn’t until I got it that I realized Ross had actually sent you to Japan.”

"I have one reason." Fisk licked his lips as if he was savoring the deliciousness of sushi. His slightly narrowed eyes did not reveal his emotions at the moment, but his steady tone made people feel his persistence on this issue.

"Haha, do you really want to get involved?" Ophelia's expression was a little strange. She was expectant, a kind of faint desire for possible help, as if she saw a beam of light that could be grasped in the darkness. But she was also a little cautious, like a fox testing the edge of a trap, fearing that there was a deadly danger hidden under this seemingly calm appearance.

Her soles were like a light feather, with a subtle pressure, gently stepping on Fisk's rock-hard abdominal muscles. The lines of the abdominal muscles seemed to be carefully carved, and each muscle was tight and elastic, full of strength. The soles of her feet came into contact with Fisk's abdominal skin, and the cold touch was like touching a piece of cool jade on a hot summer day. The slight coolness passed through the skin, making Fisk's body tremble slightly involuntarily, but this strange feeling made him very happy. It seemed that every slight movement of the soles of her feet played a different melody on his skin, stimulating his nerves and immersing him in this strange sensory experience.

"If there's any benefit!" Fisk held the sole of his foot, and his fingers couldn't help but slide slowly across the cold sole of his foot.

Chapter 208 Is the dragon female?

"benefit?"

Ophelia chuckled.

The tone was particularly light.

The giggles echoed in the air, like a string of silver bells being shaken wantonly, with a hint of cunning and mystery in the laughter. She raised her chin slightly, her delicate face looked even more charming under the light, and her slender fingers gently twisted a strand of her hair, as if the hair was an extension of her thoughts.

“Of course there are benefits.

However, the seats are full." Ophelia just finished speaking, but she laughed again, "But, if I have to choose, I would rather choose you, dear."

"Then kick one person out." Fisk took the second plate of sushi without caring, his tone extremely domineering. It was obvious that he was thinking about prying the secret out of Ophelia. He frowned slightly and whispered: "Now tell me, what is the secret you are hiding? Or what is your trump card?"

Ophelia grabbed the napkin beside her hand. The napkin was as white as snow. She wiped her mouth gently, as if to wipe away what she had just said. Then she laughed softly, and the laughter seemed to come from a deep valley. "If that's the case, then I won't hide it from you, dear."

She paused for a moment, her eyes sweeping across Fisk's face, as if to gauge his reaction. "I borrowed your missile because our opponent is a bit tricky, like an insurmountable mountain in front of us, and we must have a powerful bomb to penetrate it.

Of course, the final reward is also very generous. That generous reward is like a great treasure hidden deep in the desert, which can be moved with just a spell from Alibaba. "

"I won't listen to you if you keep me in suspense." Fisk said impatiently. His eyes became sharper, as if he wanted to penetrate Ophelia's disguise.

Ophelia placed her hands on the table in a mysterious manner. Her hands seemed to be endowed with magic power. Her fingers tapped the table lightly, making rhythmic sounds, as if she was playing a mysterious music.

"Okay, okay!" Ophelia stopped keeping the secret and told a myth story: "I know you must know all kinds of creation theories.

But what I'm going to tell you is a creation theory that you don't know at all.

There once were dragons in this world.

Of course, it wasn't the dragons that created the world.

Dragons were created by the world.

The first god of the dragon clan was called the Black King. He was born out of thin air and established his rule.

Then, the White King, also a dragon, was born.

Later, during the long years of chaos, four great monarchs, who were as powerful and mysterious as the Black King and the White King, were born one after another. They were like the extension and differentiation of the power of the Black and White Kings, and each controlled the authority of a unique domain.

From then on, dragons began to multiply on a large scale in the world, and their population spread rapidly like wildfire.

In the history of the dragon race, the Black King and the White King once ruled the land together. Their rule was as brilliant as the sun and the moon, and they established a glorious era for the dragon race. However, the temptation of power was like a demon in the darkness, quietly corroding the heart of the White King. Finally, the White King raised the banner of rebellion, and that rebellion was like the collapse of heaven and earth, and was later called "Twilight of the Gods".

This was a brutal war that swept across the heavens and the earth. The collision of the two sides' power caused the mountains and rivers to be shattered and the lives of the people to be destroyed. After a long and bloody battle, the rebellion of the White King was finally suppressed. The Black King showed his unparalleled power. All the dragons who participated in the rebellion were ruthlessly killed. Their bodies piled up like a mountain. The once glorious descendants of the White King declined rapidly after this disaster, like a flower destroyed by a storm. In order to completely end the threat of the White King, the Black King erected a tall and majestic bronze pillar on the cold land in the north and nailed the White King to it... "

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! When did Hydra start playing pagan tricks? And the Creator Dragon." Fisk's mouth curled up into a mocking sneer, and words of disdain came out of his mouth. However, although he said this, in his heart he had already begun to secretly call out to Sally.

Since the last time he killed that Khorne Apostle, Salisi disappeared like smoke. The reward that should have belonged to him also disappeared with Salisi's disappearance, which made Fisk a little depressed, but he was a little used to it.

Fisk called out Sally's name over and over again in his heart for a long time. Just when he was about to give up, he finally heard Sally's familiar voice. "Um... honey, what's wrong?"

The voice sounded lazy and sleepy, as if she had just been awakened from a deep sleep, and there was a hint of fatigue in her words.

At the same time, there seemed to be a faint sound of a woman humming. The sound seemed a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, which made Fisk feel a little confused.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I thought you were dead." Fisk remembered, wasn't that voice Khorne?

It seems that these two guys have been communicating with each other from the last time to now?

That's really long-lasting.

"Hehe, dear, you guessed it right!" Sally's tone was full of pride, and her playful look seemed to appear before his eyes. It was obvious that she must have used her little trick of eavesdropping on Fisk's thoughts again. She said excitedly: "This time it's a big win.

Hehe, I have long wanted to compete with her on the bronze throne that symbolizes supreme power. Sure enough, some guys are just big talkers with nothing to show for it. Hehe, I thought she was so powerful before... "

Sally was speaking excitedly, but her voice suddenly stopped halfway through her words, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button on a piece of music. Then, there was a "mmmmm" sound similar to that made by someone covering their mouth, which sounded a little anxious and flustered.

Then, Khorne's voice, as cold as the ice of deep winter, rang in the air, as if it could penetrate one's soul, with a chilling deterrent force. At the same time, there was also a dull collision sound, as if two powerful beings were colliding fiercely.

"Black King, White King, has the dimensional crystal wall been corroded to this extent?" There was a barely perceptible hint of surprise in Khorne's voice.

The voice of Salisi came intermittently, "Mmmmm... let go... Black King, White King... ah... bastard..." Her words were full of struggle and anger, but soon, her voice disappeared again, as if forcibly erased by a mysterious force. And the voice of Khorne was still very calm, so calm that it made people feel weird.

"Fisk, offer me the projection of the White King's skeleton, and I will give you a generous reward."

"what?"

"Bastard, my dear is mine!" Sally seemed to have regained control.

Ophelia continued to talk about the myth about the dragon clan creating the world.

However, Sally said slowly: "My dear, you should know that the legend of the dragon's creation is not only spread in one place.

In every dimension and every parallel universe, this legend exists like a shadow, just as common as the legend of hell. In fact, the fundamental purpose of all existence is to gain faith, which is a core driving force.

However, the dragons are different, these guys are like the embodiment of greed, and they use greed to perfection, they are masters of greed. But the way they do things is relatively safe.

A long, long time ago, they also thought about controlling many worlds through violent colonization. They embarked on the journey full of ambition, but soon found that the business was too big and they could not manage it at all.

And, wow, these dragons are lazy by nature, and this laziness becomes more and more obvious as time goes by.

In the end, even the idea of ​​conquest no longer aroused their interest.

It's like the guy who has been sitting on the bronze throne for endless years. Over a long period of time, his strength has become weaker and weaker.

So they came up with an extremely clever idea, which was to create a myth of their own.

They carefully acted out a play, and in this magnificent and majestic drama, they chose to commit suicide, thus creating a mysterious myth. However, they did not really die, but only gave up their bodies and used their bodies as bait to pollute every world where the myth spread. This was actually a special means for them to win this game.

They place their own bodies or projections of their bodies in other worlds, so that a myth with the dragon race's creation theory at its core will slowly form in that world. And they keep letting this myth circulate, like a wheel that never stops.

As time goes by, all life in that world will gradually become dragon descendants with dragon blood.

These dragonborns thought they could kill the Black and White Kings with their own abilities as described in the myth, but they had no idea that when they had completed the myth and killed the Black and White Kings, the Black King's corpse would contaminate the entire world like a plague, and the world would be completely transformed into a dragon world from the inside out, and those dragonborns would become slaves of the dragons. Because the power they possessed was derived from a carefully planned conspiracy.

The dragonborn thought they had defeated the myth, and began to enjoy this power without any scruples and unbridledness. They also tried hard to pass on this extinct power from generation to generation, and they did so actively.

Under such circumstances, no one would think of resisting the rule of the dragon clan.

Because in their understanding, the rulers, the black and white kings, and the four monarchs were all dead, and they died so miserably, being torn apart by five horses and cut into pieces. No one would suspect that a corpse could hide any conspiracy or intrigue.

However, as long as the dragonborn use their dragon powers more, and as long as a new dragonborn is born, new beliefs will arise.

The real bodies of the Black and White Kings and the Four Great Monarchs will also become more powerful under the nourishment of this belief. The scope of their ability to spread myths will become wider and wider, and the worlds they can radiate to will also become more and more.

This method is much more clever than simply using violence to control other worlds. Anyway, for them, resurrection is just an easy thing, and death is just a means to play with people's hearts.

And here, if they want to win this game, they don’t need to support any agents, they just need to let the myth happen again.

The two kings, black and white, will be resurrected one after another as in the myth, and then die again, and the way they die is exactly the same as the reason in the myth.