Marvel's Super Venom System

The game continued, and the Sith seemed to have regained his luck, winning a few handfuls, the atmosphere gradually relaxed, and after a while, the game was over, and Pique stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, hey! My good brother, have a lot of fun today, let's play together next time. While enjoying the smooth skin of the woman beside him, Pique smiled strangely and said goodbye to Sith.

Sith also smoked a cigar and said, "Of course, my brother, you are always welcome here."

Pique withdrew his strange hand, rubbed his chin and smiled lewdly: "Hehe, this chick is good, I like it very much, how about it than the Sith brothers gave me."

Sith looked at the woman kneeling at the table with blood on the corners of her mouth, who lowered her head when she heard this, covered her hands and bent over trembling.

Sith chuckled, "The Pico brothers have spoken, and it stands to reason that I shouldn't have refused." But I still can't promise you, sorry my brother, I also love this woman.

Sith said as he touched the woman's head, as if touching a cute kitten, who lowered his head to feel the rubbing of the big hand on his head, and forced himself to tremble.

Pique stared, and then smiled again: "Hehe, but I was abrupt, I didn't expect my brother to like this kind of goods."

With that, he turned and left with his own men.

The people around Sith couldn't help but step forward after listening to Pique words, but they were stopped by Sith's eyes.

After Pique left, Sith angrily threw the cigar in his hand to the ground and stomped it out.

The Sith roared, "TMD damn Pique! Dare to scold me for playing with the rest of you, TMD! If it weren't for the boss not letting me cause trouble, I would have made you a dwarf today! Sith

knew very well that even if the boss didn't say this, he couldn't do it, he had to listen to Bob, not cause trouble, which was also the foundation of his life.

Pique and the Sith want a woman, of course the Sith can't agree, this is not asking for a woman at all, this is Pique is regaining his face, but the Sith can't give him, even a piece of toilet paper he doesn't want to take away, he Sith is to be a head taller than Pich.

The short man Pique also knew that the Sith and he had different weights in Bob's psychology, so in the previous table clash, he opened his mouth first. But in the end, the Sith didn't give him face, so he had to disgust the Sith in the end.

Still still unrelieved, Sith smashed the wine bottle and glass next to him on the ground, and the broken glass shards instantly splashed on the ground.

The woman kneeling at the table was also cut by the debris on her legs and cheeks, and blood ran down the wound, but she still did not dare to move.

Sith gasped, the wine under his feet soaked the carpet and his leather shoes, and he rubbed the wine on his shoes with the dry carpet next to him in disgust.

The Sith looked at the kneeling woman again, his eyes full of disgust and coldness.

He waved his hand, and two bodyguards walked over.

"Go get that disgusting garbage out of it. Looking at her reminds me of Peake's damn dwarf. Sith commanded to the two.

The two bodyguards nodded and walked towards the woman.

The woman also sat down on the ground paralyzed when she heard Sith's words, and she finally raised her head, her beautiful eyes desperate and expressionless.

She stared at Sith's face as if to carve him into her head.

Two bodyguards stepped forward and dragged the woman towards the door, her eyes still fixed on the Sith until she was pulled out the door.

Sith waved his hand again to let the people in the room disperse, then poured himself a glass of wine, and sat down on the sofa by the window, looking at the night view while thinking.

Sith has been irritable lately, he always feels danger everywhere, the pressure of the evil spirits is too much for him, your, Ibai, and the horror video sent in the middle of the night.

One by one, he felt that his nerves were about to weaken.

Sith took a sip of wine, leaned back on the couch and muttered, "Devil, devil." "

Hiss~pop" The lights in the whole room were suddenly turned off, and the whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly Sith felt a sudden burst of hot and humid breathing on his neck, and a long, mucus "snake" crawling on his neck.

A devil-like voice sounded in his ears, hoarse as a ghost's gasp, and as cold as the cold wind of the abyss.

"Are you summoning me? Mr. Sith.

"I'm here, and I think you must have something to say to me, don't you?"

The Sith froze, and the voice fixed him on the sofa like a spell, and he did not dare to move, did not dare to look back.

He was afraid that he would see that terrifying face as soon as he turned around, and he was afraid that the terrifying big mouth would bite off his head as soon as he turned back.

Sith sat on the couch with his glass in his hand, rolling his eyes to the floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of him.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows faintly reflect the self sitting on the sofa.

Above his head, a pair of miserable white narrow eyes were staring at him with an icy cold light.

A large mouth full of sharp teeth under his eyes was grinning, and its bloody red tongue was sticking out, swimming around his neck.

Sith's hand holding the cup began to tremble, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"Evil.... Mr. Evil, is there something going on with you? No... Don't kill me. Sith trembled and wept, he was crushed by fear.

Sith begged with a crying voice.

Meng Ran stretched out his hand to touch his neck and said kindly, "Why is Mr. Sith so afraid?

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to give you a gift."

After Meng Ran finished speaking, despite the trembling and pleading of the Sith, he pinched his chin with his left hand4 and a centipede with his right hand.

Sith opened his mouth in horror and frantically shook his head to escape.

But Meng Ran's powerful big hand controlled his head, making him unable to move.

The centipede flexibly twisted its body, and the densely packed insect feet next to its body also twisted and moved.

Sith watched as the centipede was stuffed into his mouth, and he could feel it moving densely packed with insect feet in his throat and crawling deeper.

That itch went from his mouth to his throat, and then all the way down, disappearing into his stomach.

Meng Ran let go of his hand, and Sith immediately rolled off the sofa with a roll, and then grabbed the wine on the table and poured it on himself.

After pouring for a while, Sith put his hand around his throat again and tried to spit out the worm, but he never spit out anything but pungent drinks and stomach acid.

Meng Ran sat on a small sofa and watched Sith's performance with interest.

Sith vomited for a while, weakly collapsed on the ground, and he used all his strength to crawl towards Meng Ran, begging the evil ghost to let him go.

Meng Ran ignored his pleas, flipped his hand and took out a small bony flute, put it to his mouth and blew it.

There was no sound, but Sith covered his stomach and kept rolling on the ground and wailing.

After blowing for a while, Meng Ran put down the bone flute.

He said coldly to the Sith: "Now Mr. Sith should have received my gift and felt my heart."

"This little bug will make you comfortable for a while every day, and it can only be relieved by taking the antidote, and if there is no antidote for three days in a row or you have thoughts against me, you will die violently."

Sith is not stupid either, he knows that the evil ghost does not simply kill himself, but feeds himself insects, so that he is in pain here to death, and there must be something to do himself.

Sith was covered in cold sweat and as weak as if he was prostrate, and he collapsed on the floor, his face against the carpet, breathing heavily.

Hearing Meng Ran's words, he gasped and said weakly: "Evil... Mr. Devil, please tell me what I need to do, I will definitely finish it.

Meng Ran nodded, the young man is very good, good, good.

Meng Ran got up from the sofa, walked to Sith and squatted, helping him sort out his sweat-soaked hair.

"I want you to quickly control the situation with the Crocodile Gang after Bob's death, can you do it?" Meng Ran said softly.

Sith lay on the ground, his eyes suddenly widened when he heard this, and he struggled to digest Meng Ran's words.

Meng Ran was also in no hurry, waiting for Sith's reply.

After half a ring, Sith finally made up his mind, and said with some trembling: "No... No problem, Mr. Devil, I can do it.

After saying this, Sith glanced at the face of the evil ghost again, then lowered his head again, slammed his head on the carpet and said: "Mr. Evil, although I can stabilize the situation, there are still some people who will not listen to me."

"Although each of those leaders is not as strong as me, if they unite, I can't help."

After saying these words, Sith still did not raise his head, but he could feel the evil ghost's gaze on him.

When Meng Ran heard this, he looked at Sith lying on the ground again, and said with a smile: "It's good, it's good that you can control the situation, so that I don't have to find someone else."

Sith's body trembled when he heard this, but soon returned to normal, still lying on his stomach with his head down.

Meng Ran continued: "I will solve the trouble you said, such as that dwarf Pike, right?

Sith lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "Yes."

Meng Ran stood up and said loudly at the same time: "The trouble will be solved tonight, I hope you don't let me down."

"By the way, and some of your garbage here, I just slaughtered some, remember to deal with it yourself."

Sith lay on the ground and responded, "Okay, no problem, it's their honor to be sanctioned by Mr. Evil." "

Jiaoji~!" As if amused by what he said, the terrifying laughter of evil spirits echoed in the room for a long time before disappearing.

It took a while for Sith to look up, and he was the only one left in the dark room.

Through the moonlight, he saw three pills in front of him.

He quickly grabbed the pill in his hand, as if holding his own life, and then he collapsed on the ground until dawn the next day.