The LoL System in Marvel

"ah!"

Wade suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was no longer the figure of the man, but a wall, or a ceiling.

The ceiling is not white, but a very old yellow with many friction marks on it, which makes this ceiling show a taste of time.

"Damn it!"

Wade cursed secretly, trying to support his body with both hands at the same time, but found that he was firmly fixed on a cold bed frame.

Not surprised or stunned,

A complex expression suddenly flashed in Wade's eyes, like pain mixed with hatred, and a trace of resentment blended into it.

He knew where he was now, and this familiar yet unfamiliar scene often appeared in his dreams, like a wraith that kept haunting him, always allowing him to experience the feeling of despair back then.

"Is this a dream?"

Wade began to look at the surrounding environment, and it was exactly the same as he remembered, even the iron tongs on the iron table next to him were the same as the one that appeared in his dream.

Somewhat reluctantly raised his head, when Wade's eyes swept towards his hands, he was suddenly stunned.

Why is the skin on my hands normal?

Wade's eyes widened. In fact, even in his nightmares, his skin was always wrinkled. He even forgot how smooth his hands used to be.

Just when Wade was about to appreciate his perfect hand shape, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the other side.

Wade turned his head and looked at the past. From now on, the plot seems to have deviated from his frequent dreams.

It's not that his dreams have always remained the same, on the contrary, there are often various changes in his dreams. He remembers that a blond and fierce girl appeared last time,

The last time it was a black hair, and the last time it was a red hair.

But without exception, they all had a pair of weapons that could suffocate him to death.

There were footsteps this time, which made Wade a little surprised, and at the same time made him feel a little bit of anticipation.

"Tut tsk tsk... What kind of tricks are you doing this time?" Wade had a sloppy smile on his face, twisted his neck vigorously, and at the same time teased: "Little baby, you... "

Halfway through speaking, the bright flower-like expression on Wade's face froze.

The scene he imagined did not appear. Instead, the friend who looked a bit like a mountain sculpture came over in a white coat.

"What, it's a surprise?" Pinehawk had a sinister smile on his face, combined with the surrounding background, he had a sense of sight of a chainsaw massacre.

"No, I'm just disappointed."

Wade grinned, and put his head back on the bed listlessly.

Um,

He didn't like the change in his dream very much, he thought he should be a male with normal sexual orientation.

Taking a ten thousand step back,

Even if his sexual orientation is abnormal, he still has confidence in his aesthetic level. Even if he is looking for it, he has to find someone like Ryan with a bad face. How could there be a mountain sculpture?

"Jie Jie, disappointed?"

Pinehawk obviously took Wade's performance as a cover-up for fear, turned around the iron bed on which Wade was lying, walked to the side of the iron table, reached out and picked up the iron tongs on the baize,

He usually conjures some equipment in his dreams to torture his opponents, but this is the first time he has seen a player like Wade who has his own equipment, and it made him a little surprised.

"I hope the program I prepare for you later will satisfy you."

Pinehawk raised the iron pincers in his hand,

Any finger on the iron bed aimed at Wade was crushed hard.

"Crack..."

"hiss!!!"

The sound of bone cracking and Wade gasping for air in pain sounded at the same time. The finger that was originally beautiful has been broken in two, and it can only be connected together by the flesh in the middle.

"Satisfied?"

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Pinehawk's face. He was very satisfied with his current state, so he naturally spoke more words.

Compared with talking to the outside world,

He prefers to use his talent to pull others into painful dreams. Although he can't create dreams, he can fine-tune other people's dreams, so that this dream becomes his home field.

For example, now, Pinehawk snapped his fingers, and a large box appeared out of thin air beside him, and the large box opened automatically, revealing the various daunting instruments of torture inside.

"I have prepared a whole set for you, and you will be satisfied."

Pinehawk nodded, glanced at his clothes, seemed to feel something was missing, frowned in dissatisfaction, and suddenly a stethoscope appeared on his neck out of thin air.

"Well, it's like a serious doctor, so now, can we start?"

"Do you think you can kill me like this?" Wade, who was gradually recovering from the pain, said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Do you believe that my bones will grow back in a second?"

"uh-huh?"

Pinehawk glanced at Wade's fingers, which still seemed to be connected with five strings of unprocessed flesh and blood.

"Fack!" Wade suddenly reacted, it seems that in this weird space, he is still not awakened?

moment,

The expression on Wade's face suddenly changed, and a sneer appeared on his pretty handsome face: "Should we talk about something else, such as that bastard named Ryan?"

"You call him an asshole?"

Pinehawk asked curiously, aren't they in the same group?

"certainly."

Wade said with a serious face: "He is simply a murderer who commits all kinds of crimes. I was coerced by him so I had no choice but to follow."

Having said this, Wade moved his hands and feet, and said, "Why don't you let me go now, and I'll kill that damn pervert with you!"

"Ah..."

Pinehawk chuckled, and pulled out a knife with complex lines from the large box. The blade was blunt, and there were small gaps one after another.

"puff!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!"

"Now go on, what is he?"

Pinehawk's eyes unnaturally glanced at a direction completely opposite to Wade's, but the movement of his hands still did not stop, the blade rubbed against the flesh and blood, and at the same time continued to ask:

"Ryan is an asshole?"

"right!!!"

Wade gritted his teeth. He felt that his stomach was being cut by a saw. This pain was almost more painful than the torture he experienced during the time when he was awakened.

"He's a complete bastard!"

"Who's the bastard?"

"Ryan is a bastard! He is a pervert, a murderer, and he likes to peek at the long legs on the street!"