The Legend of My Founding Foundation at Marvel

The whimpering wind outside the window attacked the transparent glass, and the heavy rain also hit it, and the restless atmosphere quietly spread in the dark room.

A man was lying on a small bed. He had his eyes closed and his brows were furrowed, as if he was having a nightmare. He looked very sad.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his body jumped up like a ferocious cheetah. He looked at everything around him, was silent for a moment, then walked to the window sill and reached out to lock the window firmly.

"Is it a dream?" The man frowned and thought about the fragments in his memory. These sudden memories made him feel confused.

In his memory, he has family, friendship and love, and he is in a high position and is a very successful person.

At this time, my mind is dizzy and my memory is incomplete. Did those memories really exist or are they just a dream?

Among these memories, one of them concerned him very much. A man in a black suit pierced his chest with a sword, looked at him with a condescending look and said: "This is the real world."

As for himself, he covered his injured chest, and dark red blood flowed out from between his fingertips, dripping onto the ground, dyeing the black earth red.

"Are you feeling better?" came a gentle female voice. The door lock of the room was unlocked, and a woman wearing a beige sweater walked in.

The man looked at her, his lips moved slightly, and then he uttered the word "Okay"

I don’t know why I always felt that there were some inconsistencies between the words and the words. The woman was a little surprised when she heard the man’s answer, and then said: “Obviously, your father already knew that he was wrong. Can you go and see him?”

Hearing the term father, the man felt a sense of resistance from the bottom of his heart. This strange emotion was as contradictory as an adolescent child.

He put aside this strange thought and slowly walked out of the door. Although the room was only a dozen steps away from the hall, he felt like he was about to go to a battlefield.

However, when he walked to the hall, a man in a suit appeared in front of him.

The woman behind the man bypassed him and walked towards the man in the suit. The woman put her hand on the man in the suit's shoulder, with a smile on her face and said, "Obviously, father is back!"

The man in the suit looked at him and said in a soft voice, as if meeting an old friend: "Li Ming, long time no see?"

This greeting caused the thoughts in Li Ming's mind to explode, and the memories in his mind began to reorganize. He remembered all his previous experiences in traveling through the Marvel world, and even more so, who the man in front of him was...

It made him fall into disaster, but he was able to borrow its power at critical moments. Although Li Ming knew that it had a certain purpose, he could not deny that it helped him.

"You're quite annoying, Crimson King!" Li Ming grinned and smiled, but a cold light burst out from his dark pupils.

The Crimson King took a step forward, looked directly at Li Ming, and said, "How does it feel to return to the original world?"

"What do you want?" Li Ming looked at the man in suit in front of him, very calmly.

The Crimson King walked to the windowsill and pulled back the heavy, dusty curtains as if welcoming a grand performance.

And Li Ming's eyes suddenly shrank following his movements.

I saw that the world outside the window had become a blood-red purgatory. Blood-colored raindrops from the sky fell on the ground, and countless monsters surrounded the earth. They were encircling and killing innocent creatures wantonly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? A fool sublimates under the gaze of truth." The Crimson King took a drop of blood, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be sighing? Or maybe he was just intoxicated by the killing.

At least Li Ming absolutely does not approve of this behavior, although it goes against the foundation's concepts.

But the aura of the Crimson King has permeated this time. Fear spreads from the bottom of people's hearts, and no one can escape.

The Crimson King turned to look at him. It slowly pulled its hand up to its chest. The drop of blood-red rain just wrapped its arm, and then turned into a sharp blade and stabbed Li Ming's chest.

Li Ming had no time to dodge and was pierced through the chest. Blood flowed out from his chest. Li Ming did not cry out after receiving this blow. Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, and drops of blood fell on the smooth floor. The ticking sound in the silent house seemed to be counting down the days of his life.

"Nothing comes cheap in the world. If you borrow my power, you will have to pay the same price for it. I want your body and your soul to belong to me!" the Crimson King said lightly.

Li Ming glanced at it and said: "It's a good equivalent transaction. Although I agree with your idea, there is a guy who doesn't agree."

I saw a touch of green suddenly growing on Li Ming's body, like a kelp bush on the beach. It wrapped Li Ming's wound, and then pulled out the Crimson King's sharp blade.

This sudden abnormal situation made the Crimson King slightly stunned. It looked at the touch of green on Li Ming and suddenly thought of something, then turned blue and disappeared in front of Li Ming.

"Don't leave if you can...cough cough" Li Ming spit out the smell of blood.

And a sentence from the Crimson King was left in mid-air.

"Although I didn't get you, I called you out of the room in the name of your father. Rounding it off, I am your father."

When Li Ming heard this, his face suddenly turned dark, darker than a purebred African.

When he turned around, the scenery in front of him collapsed and he was back in the Marvel world.

He looked at the green color on his body and murmured to himself: "How about going to other planes to find a way to deal with the Crimson King?"

At this time, a girl came over with a smile. Li Ming took her hand and said, "We are going to travel for a while, Wanda."

"No matter where you go, I will follow you, whether life or death." Wanda squeezed his palm.

The two figures slowly disappeared into the air.

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