The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Smoke fills the air, and the choking smoke makes it difficult for anyone to open their eyes in this environment.

The devastated earth was littered with shattered stones and charred stump and severed arms. Even the pool in the manor has been roasted dry, and when the wind blows, you can smell the burnt smell of roasted meat, which is very pungent.

At this time, the only thing in the ruins was the howling of the wind and the sound of burning flames.

"Ahem..."

came a coughing sound from deep in the rubble, dark arms stretched out from under the ruins, and half a minute later, a somewhat embarrassed figure stood above the ruins.

The Kaos Demon Sword dissipated with the wind, and Lance rubbed his neck, now covered in blood and burnt marks, his body shaky, his clothes shattered, and his hair disheveled.

After taking a deep breath, Lance reached out and ripped off the shirt that had turned into strips of cloth and threw it to the ground, revealing a lean upper body that looked full of strength and wildness.

After scanning around, Lance did not find the figure of Xuan Shi and the Devil's Claw Woman, I don't know if it was dead or alive, but Gilberto should have disappeared.

He raised his head and looked at the sky above his head, with a grim smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, it's really interesting, once or twice is a sneak attack, I want to see how many times you can have such opportunities." "

Xuan Se, I remember you... I'll find you.

With that, Lance stepped beyond the ruins, he was leaving this ghost place, this place that made him sick.

Out of caution, Lance did not choose to wear armor, although he would not be injured after wearing it, but it was also a hole card for himself, so he still chose to carry it hard.

His steps along the way seemed a little heavy, but there was no pause.

......

It was already dusk, the sky was already red, and the sunlight poured down from the thick clouds and fell on the ground, reflecting a golden color.

Pushing open the door of the House of Everything and stepping inside, Lance sat down on the sofa.

"Oh, you're back?" Max, who heard the movement outside, poked his head out from the kitchen and looked a little surprised.

"Well, I'm back, just finished commissioning, where's Tom?" Lance nodded and casually coped.

He didn't want to tell the truth, otherwise Max would be worried again, and... My commission is indeed done.

The money was only half collected, just as a reward for saving people from prison, as for whether he lived or died after that, who cares about him?

"It's upstairs, by the way, a woman named Jones came to you and left a phone number after knowing you weren't there."

Max took the note on the table and handed it over and continued, "Have you eaten?" I was just about to cook. "

Jones? It's Jessica... She was looking for me... Hmm....

"Okay, I see, I've already eaten when I come back, just prepare your own."

After answering, Max returned to the kitchen and continued to prepare dinner.

Lance, who returned to the bedroom on the second floor, just opened the door and saw Tom sleeping on his bed with a small white cat in his arms, and his face suddenly turned livid.

Tom, who heard the door opening, opened his eyes and jumped up in shock.

[You listen to me explain, things are not what you imagined! ] While

speaking, he also patted the butt of the little white cat, and the little white cat reluctantly licked Tom's face and jumped to the windowsill to meow and disappeared.

"Okay you Tom, I've only been gone for a few days? You take the little female cat to sleep in my bed? With a sneer, Lance walked over to the bed and looked at it condescendingly.

Tom didn't hesitate at all, stood up and crossed his waist and looked at each other.

[How?] You're only allowed to fool around? Can't I indulge properly?

After a meeting between one person and one cat, Lance asked if anything special had happened in the past few days.

Tom said that only the gang power in Manhattan has changed in the past two days, and there is nothing interesting for Albanians outside of Hell's Kitchen and Kim and the turf.

Lance, who was relieved, went to take a shower and change his clothes, only then picked up the car keys and planned to go to Jessica, and when he arrived at the door, he did not forget to shout: "Max, I'll go out." "

Oh..." Walking

out of the Everything House and getting into the car, Lance took out his cell phone and called Max, and after three or four rings, he was finally connected.

"Jessica, it's me..."

"You're back? I thought it would be a few days before I saw you." "

Well, just came back today, you looking for me?"

"Yes, you come to me now, I'm in the office, you know where it is, right?" Jessica's voice on the other end of the phone was a little lost.

Lance frowned, a little puzzled: "Okay, I'll come right away." Hanging

up the phone, Lance turned the car directly and headed towards the target.

After about forty minutes, Lance arrived at his destination, stood in the doorway and knocked, waiting a few seconds for Jessica to come and open it.

The moment he saw Lance, he pounced, and then hugged Lance tightly, his cheek pressed against Lance's chest, feeling this familiar breath.

"Jessica, what's wrong?" Lance caressed the other's hair and asked softly.

"Carry me into the bedroom," Jessica whispered.

Having said that, how could Lance not know what he should do?

A princess hugged Jessica over, stretched out her legs to close the door, and walked stridely towards the bedroom.

Jessica, who had just entered the door and wrapped her arms around his neck, couldn't wait to kiss Lance's lips, but Lance immediately turned back, responded enthusiastically, and walked towards the bed.

Lance, who came to the bed, threw her up directly.

Omit ten thousand words

, Jessica slumped in Lance's arms and gasped.

Lance stretched out her right hand, put her index finger on her rosy vermilion lips and rubbed it, her eyes intoxicated Jessica naturally bit her finger.

"You know what, my past life is a mess, the past has been ruined, but I won't ruin my future..." muttered Jessica softly.

"For a long time, my life was not even in my control, and all the chaos seemed so absurd and false."

"So, I decided that I would start pursuing my own happiness, doing what I wanted to do, and making my life meaningful..." She stopped abruptly as she said and looked up at Lance stunned.

"What's wrong?" Lance smiled and pinched her cheek.

Jessica shook her head vigorously, then grabbed Lance's head and kissed her fiercely.

"Whew~"

Finally the two people let go, Jessica, who was panting, was a little tired, her breathing was rapid, her face was flushed, and the two people hugged each other quietly, as if to fuse each other into each other's bodies.