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Chapter 312
Chapter 312
This sentence means something similar to "I'm wearing a very sexy swimsuit," or, to use a more elegant phrase, "My humble door is now open for you."
Connors doesn't emulate the spineless male protagonists in Japanese anime; his response to the "Storm" comment is also very straightforward:
"You're staying tonight."
Storm Girl Ororo buried her face in Connors' chest, feeling her cheeks burning, but to avoid being misunderstood, she whispered in response:
"I'm fine."
"I disagree!"
As soon as Storm finished speaking, the door to the room was suddenly opened, and the White Queen, dressed in a fitted white robe, stepped in, her first words being an objection.
Storm jumped up from the bedside almost reflexively, frantically adjusting her strapless battle dress that Connors had pushed aside.
After tidying up her battle skirt, she then tidied her hair and took out gauze, making her look very busy.
"I don't agree to you staying tonight." The White Queen ignored Storm's seemingly busy but actually flustered appearance and her constant fidgeting, and said seriously, word by word.
Hearing the resolute tone of "White Queen," a fellow member of the "Endangered Team," "Storm" took a deep breath, calmed herself, and stared unwaveringly into the other's eyes:
"On what grounds?"
The White Queen sneered:
"His arms were broken because of me, so why should I?"
Storm shook her head, looking at the White Queen with a hint of pity:
"You don't actually think he did it for you, do you? I'm sure even if it were someone else who lost their arm, like Magneto or Magneto, Connors would have taken the injury upon himself without hesitation."
After saying that, Storm looked to Connors for help, and Connors nodded in agreement.
Storm was telling the truth. He would definitely help Magik if he was injured, and Connors wouldn't stand idly by if Erik the Magneto was injured—but it's uncertain about the others.
Having received Connors' affirmative reply, Storm slightly raised her chin, a hint of smugness appearing on her face:
"See? I advise you not to flatter yourself."
At this moment, Storm looked like a victorious wildcat, standing tall and proud.
The White Queen, however, seemed to have a countermeasure to Storm's rhetoric. She gave a light snort, like a high and mighty swan:
"But there are no 'what ifs' in life. The fact is I was injured, and Connors gave up his arms for me."
As she spoke, she took a step back, locked the door to the room from the inside, and then gently unbuttoned her white robe one button at a time.
Storm couldn't understand the White Queen's actions at first, but when she saw the White Queen's curves exposed in the air, she also stood up proudly without showing any weakness.
"Four Jacks, bomb—" Connors thought to himself, mischievously.
Although Storm and White Queen aren't quite at the size of a "J", among all the superheroes Connors has ever seen, apart from Wonder Woman who can rival them, everyone else is a head shorter.
However, they are not that much younger than the two of them. At least Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy before she became a little girl, and Giant Girl in her normal form are all capable of fighting back.
"You think I'm comparing sizes with you—"
"Queen of a Hundred" Emma smiled disdainfully, slightly shifting the barely-there fabric of her bikini, then pointed to an area and said:
"See? From any angle, I should be ahead of you in line."
Connors craned his neck curiously, but immediately shrank back when he saw the "White Queen" pointing to a red tooth mark.
Storm thought she had the victory in the bag, but then White Queen suddenly produced evidence that she had gotten there first. She glanced at Connors and her mood suddenly became extremely depressed.
"No wonder you've been wearing a white robe ever since you recovered; it was to cover this up—" Storm said dejectedly.
Without a word, she retreated to the bedside, packed the gauze, medicine, and other supplies into the medical kit, then picked it up and left, her actions quite resolute.
But halfway there, Storm suddenly saw Connors, who had been lying on the hospital bed, block her way at a speed that neither the White Queen nor Storm could detect.
"You don't need to say anything, I..."
Storm still couldn't finish her sentence this time, because Connors stopped her not to say anything, but to bend over, open his mouth, and clench his teeth slightly.
The White Queen is slightly sweet, while Storm is as smooth as milk.
"pain!"
Storm gasped and was about to back away, but Connors's hand grew out again and wrapped around her waist, trapping her firmly in place.
Connors straightened up, his tongue tracing the surface of the steamed bun, and looked at Storm with a smile:
"Now you're just like her."
With the help of the "precision control" ability, the two people had identical teeth marks in terms of depth, position, and shape.
The "White Queen" stood there dumbfounded. Before the triumphant smile could even appear on her face, she was stunned to find that her advantage had vanished completely.
Not only that, she also discovered something else:
Connors' arms were clearly broken off, and Storm was bandaging him just now, but in the blink of an eye, his arms had grown back.
Driven by curiosity and a woman's competitive spirit, the "White Queen" stood still, watching "Storm" with Connors holding her waist and chuckling:
"Looks like I've come at the wrong time; have I disturbed you?"
Connors released Storm's hand and led her to the White Queen's side:
"No, you've come at just the right time."
[Today's Gossip: The Threat of the Gods]
[Reward for watching the fun: Flame Lord]
[Flame Lord: Controls everything related to 'fire']
As night deepened, Connors had Storm on his left and the White Queen on his right, with the rewards from the gossip system appearing before his eyes.
"Based on my consistent belief, 'fire' is still fire—"
Connors decided to give it a try, since both mutants were physically superior to ordinary people and weren't afraid of the ordeal.
So one problem after another arose. The room shrouded in the "Mystery House" was completely silent, and no one outside could enter without Connors' permission.
But this made the room, where not a single sound could escape, seem a little eerie. "Mystery Guest" Iliana was sitting on the roof of the room, knees bent and arms crossed, using her abilities to try to investigate.