Marvel's lol system

"what!"

Wade suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was no longer the man's figure, but a wall, or rather a ceiling. .biquge

The ceiling is not white, but a yellow that looks very old. There are many scratch marks on it, which gives the ceiling a sense of age.

"Damn it!"

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

There was no surprise or astonishment,

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 had always looked wrinkled. He had even forgotten how smooth his hands once were.

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 been the same. On the contrary, various changes often appear 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 murder weapons hanging in front of them that could suffocate him to death.

There were footsteps this time, which made Wade a little surprised, but also made him feel a little hopeful.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what are you going to do this time?" A lascivious smile appeared on Wade's face, he twisted his neck hard, and at the same time teased: "Baby, you"

Halfway through speaking, the bright and flowery 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, you're surprised?" A sinister smile appeared on Pinehawk's face. Combined with the surrounding background, he felt like he was seeing the Chainsaw Massacre.

"No, I'm just disappointed."

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

Ok,

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

Taking a thousand steps back,

Even if his sexual orientation is abnormal, he is still confident in his aesthetic level. Even if he wants to find someone, he has to find a pretty guy like Ryan. How could a mountain eagle appear?

"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 tools in his dreams to torture his opponents, but this was the first time he saw a player like Wade who brought his own tools, and it surprised him a little bit.

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

Pinehawk raised the iron pliers in his hand, and any finger that was aimed at Wade's iron bed was crushed hard.

"Click"

"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 said as he gradually recovered from the pain, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Do you believe that my bones will grow back in the next second?"

"uh-huh?"

Pinehawk glanced at Wade's fingers, which still looked like five strands of unprocessed bone and flesh connected together.

"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 a group?

"of course."

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."

After saying this, Wade moved his hands and feet and said: "How about you let me go now, and I will kill that damn pervert with you!"

"Ah"

Pinehawk chuckled and pulled out a knife with complex patterns from the big box. The blade was very blunt and there were small gaps.

"puff!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Now go on, what is he?"

Pinehawk glanced unnaturally in the opposite direction to Wade, but he still did not stop the movement of his hand. The blade rubbed against the flesh while he continued to ask:

"Ryan is a jerk?"

"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 is the bastard?"

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