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

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

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

Instead of borrowing the magic power of the corresponding dimension to release the magic of the corresponding dimension like Gu Yi.

Kewen is different from mages in this world, he has magic power, so why bother to be a thief?

Thus, this kind of life continued peacefully 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 testosterone.

The soft white hair slightly over the shoulders, the tight and fat-free back, and the tight peach buttocks that bounced up and down between running, made people dizzy.

There is one flaw in the target's stature, though.

With a height close to 1.7 meters, and the shape of the upper body is considered perfect.

But the opponent's thighs were a little thicker.

This is somewhat inconsistent with Kewen's aesthetics.

But he has been a monk for a long time, and finally found a target with white hair, which made his turbulent heart a little bit ready to move.

Ke Wen thought, if he could use the ability of the 'red hand' to transform the opponent's thigh, then he would have a perfect bed partner.

But there is another problem, that is, he still doesn't know the other person's appearance.

So Ke Wen took a closer look again.

Based on the range of the opponent's upper body during running, Ke Wen immediately estimated the opponent's bust.

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

Combining so many high-quality conditions together, Ke Wen immediately decided to strike up a conversation and see what the other party really looks like.

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

Half a minute later, Ke Wen approached behind the woman.

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

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

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

Speaking of this, Ke Wen had already run side by side with the woman's body, and after turning his head to watch, he finally saw her face clearly.

The other party is considered a beautiful woman, the kind of beauty with a very distinctive appearance.

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

What is about to move, what hormones, at this moment, they calm down at the same time.

what the funk! !

Ke Wen, who went to do as the Romans did, cursed secretly in his heart.

"What did you observe?"

A magnetic, slightly deep voice sounded. While jogging, the woman turned her head and looked at Ke Wen with a smile: "Or, are you just trying to strike up a conversation?"

Ke Wen smiled unnaturally, and said with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I don't usually see you in 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 person's facial features look very coordinated. She said with a smile: "But your eyes tell me that what you think in your heart is not the same as what you say in your mouth?"

"Well…"

Ke Wen's thoughts changed sharply, 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'm sorry to bother you, I don't want to cause trouble, please accept my apology. "

"Is it?"

The woman moved her eyes down, sized up Ke Wen's figure, and then nodded with a smile: "He is in good shape and a high-income doctor. He really has the capital of a playboy. Let me pretend that you know a lot of women. but…"

The woman slowed down and stopped.

She tilted her head slightly, and said playfully: "You are right in saying 'not easy to mess with'. I am an agent of CIA. 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 chatting?"

Ke Wen pinched his temple helplessly, and then said: "Listen ma'am, I really don't want to cause any trouble, can you please pretend that what happened just now 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 also choose to refuse, after all..."

The woman raised her hand to show her figure: "I'm running in the morning now, and I don't have my ID or weapon with me. I have no right to force you."

"Sorry! Excuse me!"

Ke Wen raised his hand to touch his chest, saluted slightly and apologized again.

After saying that, Ke Wen turned around and left, then started jogging and returned to the direction of the hospital.

This made the woman stunned.

She stared at Ke Wen's receding back for a moment, then smiled softly: "Interesting..."

…

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

Standing at the door, he looked up at his own hospital, and then he couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, you can hit ghosts! How come there is no safe life!?"

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

As expected.

Just an hour later, the woman I ran into in Central Park walked into the consulting room as the first patient after opening for business today.

Snapped!

The certificate was left on the table in front of Ke Wen by the woman.

The woman sat down with a smile, and raised her chin at the certificate: "Can I talk about it now? What was the reason for your change of attitude before?"

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

"cia...Agent Romanov..."

Looking up at the 'Black Widow' Natasha in front of him again, Ke Wen pretended to be skeptical: "Romanov? Russian surname? Can the political trial enter cia?"

"Are you discriminatory?"

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

"Please don't!"

Ke Wen shook his head, and pushed the fake ID back along the table.

He looked at the woman in front of him again.

The details appeared in Kewen's mind.

Natasha Romanov, the "Black Widow" who was born in Russia's Red House spy agency, now joins SHIELD, one of the future Avengers, and the savior of this world.

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

Ke Wen's feelings towards Natasha are somewhat complicated.

No matter how turbulent 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 doesn't want to have anything to do with the other party.

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

That would be a lot of trouble.

Kewen has been paying attention and paying attention. He always makes himself like a normal person in this world, just to avoid being troubled.

But who would have imagined that once he struck up a conversation with a lustful heart, he would be bumped into by someone he could not avoid.

What made him even more speechless was that Natasha was not actually white, she just liked to dye her hair and change her hairstyle.

The current white hair must be the temporary aesthetic of the other party.

Ke Wen 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., Natasha has high authority, but the one-eyed director doesn't trust anyone at all.

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

If Natasha loses her memory now, SHIELD will find out about the anomaly sooner or later, and come to her door.

…

For a short moment, Ke Wen thought a lot.

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

"Thank you for your cooperation."

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

"a lot of…"

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

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

"After that, it's because I observed more."

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

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

"Women love beauty." Ke Wen replied, "But excuse me, ma'am, your skin doesn't seem to be well maintained?"

These words made Natasha raise her hand subconsciously, and stroked her face lightly.

"Go on." She agreed with Ke Wen again.

"I'm a doctor." Ke Wen continued, "I'm a confident doctor with good medical skills. Your skin is a little dark yellow, which is the skin type that will appear after years of exposure to smoke and fire."

"I can rule out occupations such as chefs, industrial workshops, etc., because your skin has not been damaged to that extent, so..."

Cowen stopped here.

"So what?" Natasha smiled and said, "Go on, your point of view is very interesting."

"so…"

Ke Wen glanced at Natasha's eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ and immediately avoided looking at each other, as if guilty of fear.

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

Ke Wen quickly glanced at Natasha's eyes again: "And your eyes, ma'am, are very autonomous and full of stories."

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

Light laughter sounded.

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

Hearing this, Ke Wen couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief...

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