My Private Marvel System

Dor's sweat was flowing more and more, and his breathing became thicker. He said the truth, but Dor would never agree with it. Now Meimei doesn’t know what happened, if she left it to save her life. Meimei, I don’t know what kind of danger she will encounter. This kind of situation cannot happen to Dole. What Dole will not waver at all is to protect his friends, relatives, lovers, that steel Determination.

Dole is such a person. He can abandon a lot for simple reasons, even his own life is in danger. He is stupid, but his stupidity is what others value, and can warm others’ stupidity, but this Stupid, and repeatedly plunged him into life and death again and again.

Wushuang went first and took a few steps suddenly. The fist was a punch. However, the speed of the punch was extremely slow, as if it was a game of Dole. Although it was slow, it was enough to know that Wushuang's punch was not superficial. It seemed so simple, Dole stood up suddenly, frowning tightly together, and it was really impossible for him to jump around immediately, tremblingly he stepped on Luoben Jiugong.

Wushuang's fist arrived, and the fist, which was originally extremely slow, suddenly accelerated! Turning a corner, he blasted towards Dole's chest again, in the same place, in the same position, Wushuang smirked, but the strength of his fist has not weakened, and the speed is still increasing!

fast! The shadow of the boxing is no longer visible. The condition of Dole’s legs does not allow him to use Luo Ben Jiugong to a large extent. All his steps have been reduced, and the effect has also weakened. , As long as you catch this punch, the next time is a chance.

"Ha!" Wushuang roared, his fist hit the king's spirit, and the other fist was raised, and his fists hit the king's spirit. Naturally, Doer couldn't let him repeatedly attack the same place. He had to cooperate with Luoben Jiugong, but now The situation is not allowed at all, the soles of the feet suddenly soften, it's over!

"Boom! Click! Wow!"

Wushuang's fist hit Dole's chest again, and Wushuang's fist held Dole tightly, suddenly wanting to use this opportunity to give Doer more fatal blows.

Dole's face was pale, and his chest was hit twice. His ribs had already lost the slightest effect. He even had difficulty breathing. Maybe a few ribs pierced his lungs, but he was lucky if he didn't pierce the heart. You will not die on the spot.

Wushuang looked at Dole, who had never resisted, and smiled and said, "Are you going to give up?" Dole thought quickly and simulated quickly. Now that his speed is limited, how can he defeat Wushuang in front of him? , And even if his speed is not affected, it is probably just cannon fodder. Wushuang did not show all his strength at all. He has not been serious. For the first time Dole felt his insignificance, but he was not timid, but a stronger battle. meaning!

One day I want to defeat them, but now I am absolutely unable to die, Wushuang's other fists are constantly accumulating, and the burning breath is coming, Wushuang's power briefly emerges, Dole can see that it is 21. Rhombus, a lozenge superior!

Dorr instantly felt like he was struck by thunder and lightning, a spirit arose from all over his body, and the opponent turned out to be the superior! And he is not even the superior, who is he? Dorr originally thought he was taking away the Meimei gang, but now it seems that it is far from it! The person who took Meimei may be strong, but it could not be so strong. If such a strong person walks into the death arena, he will definitely be discovered. But the kitchen knife sitting behind Meimei doesn’t feel anything abnormal at them. Sure Wushuang is not with Meimei, besides, isn't the person with the highest level of the mid-level? What is going on with him as a superior?

A big question came to Dole's mind, and a figure that was too ordinary to be ordinary, King! Mi Qi! The first king! What is his strength, he can actually have superiors! The scorching breath was like a knife stabbing, and the skin of his body was fierce and painful. Wushuang's fist was accumulating to a very terrifying state. His left fist was raised high, and the space was already distorted. Doer was tightly pressed by Wushuang's fist I can't move a finger on my right hand.

The unparalleled power in front of him is getting higher and higher, and Dole knows this blow even better. No matter how resistant his body is, it will be difficult for him to leave even the bone dregs after the blow. His complexion has turned paler, but now it feels like a fire. , The degree of red face is no weaker than Guan Gong, the trace of paleness is impossible to be noticed, his breathing is getting more and more difficult, in this way, even if Wushuang's blow did not kill him, I am afraid that he would already have difficulty breathing. dead.

Dole gasped, but he couldn't breathe any air. He already felt the feeling of suffocation. Wushuang's attack was fully charged for more than a minute. It is impossible for this trick to be used in actual combat. In that posture for more than a minute, others are not fools, so naturally it is impossible for you to accumulate energy to complete it, but in the face of someone who has no resistance, it is even more wasteful to use this technique. What exactly is Wushuang thinking, the pain of not being able to breathe , Dole's brain was slightly dull, and his eyes lost luster and entered a state of suspended animation.

Wushuang still didn't stop accumulating his energy and looked back and shouted, "He's dead, do I want to stop? It's very tiring to maintain this position."

The short figure turned into nothingness and came to Wushuang's side, roughly sweeping Doer's body, and sneered at Wushuang, "Twelve pairs of ribs are broken, three ribs on the left are pierced into the lungs, and one on the right is pierced into the lungs. Department, you! Have you kept your hands?"

Wushuang still smiled stupidly. The short man shook his head and seemed to give up talking to Wushuang. He took a deep glance at Wushuang and looked at Dole again. "It's only in suspended animation. He's not dead yet, let him be fatal." One blow, we still have things to do."

Wushuang smirked and said, "What is the state of suspended animation?"

The short man turned a blank look at Wushuang and said helplessly, "Sometimes I really want to know whether you are really stupid or fake. Fake death is also called weak death. It means that the human circulation, respiration and brain functional activities are highly inhibited, and life functions are extremely weak. The general clinical examination methods have been unable to check the vital signs. It looks like a person has died but is actually alive. After active treatment, it can be temporarily or long-term resuscitation."

The short man said seriously eight hundred, turning his head to look at Wushuang, he was completely incomprehensible, the short man pressed his temple tightly with one hand and said depressedly, "I will tell you what you are doing seriously."

"Live!" A voice that didn't know where it came from appeared in Dole's mind, "Who are you?" The voice seemed to have not heard Dole's words, and he repeated "Live!" I opened my eyes vaguely, no Wushuang, no car wreck, no explosion, everything was very peaceful, there was a desk next to it, and there were some books and all kinds of books on it, no matter how Dole touched it, I couldn’t see it. As far as the title of their book is, there is not even a cover. There is a birdcage hanging on the wall more than three meters high. There are only a few feathers in the birdcage, but the bird has disappeared. The white walls, calligraphy and painting, poems, although I don’t know where it is. Where is it, but all this is strange and familiar.

Walking up the stairs to the side, the dark small attic, with boxes of boxes, stacked old and high, but Dole knew that they were all empty. He had never been here before, but he knew The boxes are all empty. There is a small bed behind the box. Sitting on it quietly, it is soft, but also very nostalgic. I have never been here before. The doll on the bed, Dorr gently embraced, this is not my room.

Dole glanced around. This is indeed not Dole’s home or Dole’s room. Dole is more certain that he has never been here before. Dole’s clan lives in tents, not to mention that era. There may be such a building, such a house may have appeared in the imperial era, not in the ancient times, but I seem to know everything here, Dole put the teddy bear, opened the closet, a hidden door, and another room.

"Live!" A soft voice came from the secret door. Dole helped the wall and walked down step by step. At the corner of the stairs, there was a boy squatting and crying. Dole looked at him, "You are okay. Right?"

The boy still buried his head in his knees and kept crying. No matter what Dole asked him, he didn't answer a word. He just cried, simply crying. Dole looked around and turned his head again. Boy, he has disappeared, as if he had never seen "Live!" The voice appeared all around again...

"Where are you?" Although Dole doesn't think such yelling has any effect, it is stronger than nothing. He walks into the depths step by step. Although it is a basement, it is still well lit and the temperature is moderate. Look to the middle and put it. There is a huge table, and some think about the so-called conference tables, but what is placed on it is not a strategic map or a military plan, but a bottle of unusual surprise packaging, a wine bottle with a gorgeous border frame, and There are a few bottles of wine that have been opened but have not been drunk. You can even smell the aroma.

Dole was shocked to discover that he was not a person who could drink, but he was so familiar with the taste of these wines. On the other side of the gloom, Dole raised the candles, and all around him instantly lit up. Wooden barrels, neatly arranged on both sides, wine cellar? Continue to walk inside. This wine cellar is very large and deep. It is not a parallel wine cellar, but extends downward like an italic. There are countless wine barrels on both sides. As for whether there is wine, Dole will I no longer know.

A gust of cool breeze blows, accompanied by a light wine taste, which is clearly the taste of wine. It is very rich and mellow. He went to the depths. It was a fork. The underground passage was divided into two. Dole didn't know where to go. Stay alive!" It was the voice again, he seemed to be leading Dole, Dole walked to the left, with dim lights shining on both sides, but for this unknown cellar, I am afraid that it is not enough, if not With the candle he took off, Dole probably didn't know where he was.

Dole stopped. There was no way in front of him. There was a bottomless abyss in front of him. Just now Dole turned his head, and it was the boy again. He seemed to appear suddenly, right at Dole’s feet. He was still crying, Dole didn't know what he wanted to do, and no matter what he said to him, he would not answer himself, "Who are you? Why are you here?" Although he thinks so, but much You still asked.

The boy really didn’t respond. He didn’t pay any attention to Dole. He just kept crying. Dole approached some boys again. "Why are you crying?" The boy remained unmoved. Dole got closer. "You know where this is." Isn’t it?” The boy still didn’t respond. He stretched out his white and thin fingers to the other side. Dole subconsciously looked in the direction of the boy’s pointing. No traces were left.

Dole showed a solemn face. Who brought him here, he must go out quickly, or is it that I am dead? This is my soul? Dole had no choice but to follow the direction the boy pointed, and came back to the fork again. Since the left could not go, he walked to the right. The biggest difference between this road and the left one is probably the light. , There was a dim light on the left, while the right was completely dark, the whole road seemed to have no end, I don’t know how long it took.

A ray of light appeared in front of him. It was a door with a small slit open. The boy who had disappeared twice in a row was lying behind the door and peeking inside through the gap. The boy still kept crying. , But there was no cry. He held the teddy bear that Dole had previously embraced. The boy tightly held one of the teddy bear’s hands, while the teddy bear’s body was hanging down on the ground, and the boy was clutching himself Keep your own mouth from crying.

What did he see? The moment Dole walked forward, the boy disappeared, and the light in the small crevices dimmed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dole opened the door cautiously. Of course he was not afraid, but he saw the boy’s appearance. I didn't dare to cry when I saw something. There was nothing in it. The candle in my hand went out as soon as I stepped into the door. I couldn't see anything. Dole fumbled the wall. There must be kerosene. The lamp was still a candle. He didn't know what he touched. It was sticky. Although it was a little dry, it was still sticky. He got to his nose and sniffed. The smell was so familiar, it was the smell of blood!

Dor's panic retreat is fear! Inexplicable fear, entering such a dark environment, seeing the little boy suddenly disappear, Dole was not afraid, feared, but this time he was actually scared, and he hurriedly knocked down something that he didn’t know, "crashing" kerosene The lamp was hit, and the flame slowly burned along the kerosene towards the center of the room, and the surrounding appearance was slowly illuminated.

It is the same as the table seen outside. It is huge, but there are also different places. There is a chainsaw covered with blood on the heavy wooden table. The blood splashed around the table, and blood drops of all sizes flowed down the entire wall. , Suddenly turned his head to look at the wall, a woman’s body had a hole in her throat, her tongue was cut off, her clothes were disheveled, she was treated inhumanely before her death, and there were bruises everywhere. The fatal wound was in the back of the head. I don’t know if it was blood or brain plasma. It covered the wall behind her. Dole felt nauseated again, tears oozing out of his eyes uncontrollably. There was no wine barrel here, only neatly arranged bookshelves. , Probably someone lives here.