"You hit that hard. If you disfigure yourselves, you'll be the ones at a loss..."
Russell covered his nose. A few drops of blood seeped through his fingers—just a few. His regeneration had slowed it down, so not much came out.
"Take out the 'selves' and say that again!" x2
Supergirl snorted coldly. Her figure became an afterimage as she vanished from where she stood and appeared beside Russell.
After spending several days together, Supergirl knew Russell was full of glib words and especially skilled at sweet-talking people. She had always been soft-hearted toward him; a few words from him and she would be helpless. So she absolutely could not let that mouth start moving.
Sand and stones flew everywhere as Supergirl flashed behind Russell. The Infinity Gauntlet formed a hand blade and struck at the back of his neck, swift as lightning.
Russell lowered his head slightly, avoiding the sweeping hand blade. The moment he straightened, he grabbed Supergirl's wrist, pushed and pulled, deflecting her strength. At the same time, he did not forget to use his handsome-man tactics and contact her through telepathy.
"Stop messing around. Hiding my identity wasn't my choice. I really can't tell the truth. Otherwise, why would I stubbornly suffer through this?"
"..."
Supergirl frowned. Her weakness for Russell flared up again. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward his chest, locking both her arms behind her back and pinning her in place.
Shen Menghan's eyelids twitched. Although this scene was no different from looking in a mirror, she still felt her head grow incredibly heavy. She quickened her pace and appeared at Russell's side as if teleporting, shoving aside the "unable to move" Supergirl with one palm before swinging her elbow at Russell's face.
Still using telepathy, Russell knocked on Supergirl's tightly