Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter felt that he was really going to die.

It's not the usual jokes or self-deprecating self-deprecating grinning teeth after a small injury, but a real feeling that death is approaching.

He has already lost consciousness, the wounds that made his brain go blank a few minutes ago are gradually being erased from his perception along with the cold confusion caused by the massive blood loss, and he can't even react Whether he is awake or in a coma, or has already fallen into the embrace of death.

Everything was blurry and chaotic. Peter tilted his head and looked towards the door, which was probably in the direction of the door. The tightly closed and locked door only revealed a gleam of light through the cracks. He stared at the light with some despair and trepidation— —Is it daytime?

For a boy of his age, the night that just passed was really beyond his tolerance. It woke up his feverish head, and made him deeply realize that he was not as powerful as he imagined. So smart and so strong, he recklessly kicked an iron plate that was too tough, and paid a too heavy price.

At the very beginning, when he rescued the child who was chased from nowhere, how could he have imagined that things would develop into what it is now? He rescued a child, caught a clue, and followed the vine to lead out a person he could not have imagined. The result is that he was imprisoned in this narrow cell and waited for death to come, listening bit by bit in pain, loneliness, and despair. Following the approaching footsteps of the god of death.

The process of waiting for death was like a cocoon of pain. He thought of a lot but seemed to think of nothing. Unspeakable pain invaded him, not only from the body, but also from the mind. Family, his friends, everything in the past is like a revolving lantern in his mind, will anyone shed tears for him, will someone miss him, or will everything named Peter be erased in a few years, less Alone, does the sun still rise as usual?

Something sour and bitter rolled from Peter's heart and spread to all his limbs, but his eyes were so dry that he couldn't even shed a tear, he just stared at the gleam of light that came out from the crack in the door , as if I could hear the sound of the dawn coming from that light, and there were more, more breaths pouring out from that gap, all kinds of noisy sounds, all kinds of pungent The smell of blood, the pure white exploding with colorful colors, Peter didn't know where the strength came from, but he was able to dawdle to the door a little bit, and he could sit up and lean against the door that made him shiver with cold, Use your scarred hands to touch the light.

It wasn't warm, and he couldn't help being a little disappointed, but he could feel the slightest breeze coming in from the outside, brushing his fingers and making him tremble, as if he was standing on the edge of some cliff, and he could only look down. All the strength in my body will be sucked out.

The air seemed to have become solid, and he was like a poor worm wrapped in resin in amber, who could only wait numbly to die, to die with everything in this world.

Peter wasn't afraid of heights at all, but at this moment he felt dizzy from the height he saw when he lowered his head. He began to tremble, even though his eyes were so dry that he couldn't shed a tear, he still couldn't stop the whimpering in his throat.

Then, suddenly fell.

He fell backwards uncontrollably, the whole world was painted white by too bright light, and the air became gaseous again, flowing and galloping in cheerfully, bringing a bright, warm and happy atmosphere The smell poured into his curled up and weak body, and with his hands, he dragged the poor worm trapped in the resin back from the cliff of death.

Peter felt his rapidly falling body fall into the soft cotton pile, and he even bounced up involuntarily. The extreme sense of security was mixed with some kind of dead and indifferent aroma, and his ears finally filled with screams and humming sounds.

"Peter?" The familiar voice gently soothed his terrified and confused heart, "K... Chris..." Peter subconsciously wanted to open his eyes wide and see the face of that person in the white and chaotic sight, but was caught A warm and dry hand buried his head in the other's skirt.

"Close your eyes, and you will wake up from the nightmare." Peter heard Chris say softly, the cloth touching his cheek exuded an air of reassurance, and he seemed to be able to hear faint screams and Moans, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood and fire in his nostrils, but everything was so far away, as far away as if it came from the other end of the sky, he raised his eyes and could only see in the blurred vision Seeing the shallow curvature of the corners of Chris's lips, the bloodless lips seem to be raised up habitually, but they are not as pleasant and gentle as usual. He seems to vaguely see a trace of redness on the skin around the lips. The color makes this smile look murderous.

It doesn't feel scary, however.Peter blinked, and suddenly, big tears rolled down from his eyes that were so dry that he couldn't shed any tears, and his vision was distorted into balls of colors he couldn't understand as if being splashed with water. His ears were ringing so hard that he had a headache, and all he heard was a faint sigh.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die at all. Fear, annoyance, and joy of the rest of his life overwhelmed his emotional defenses, like a flood that broke down the last dam.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Chris helplessly comforted the little guy in his arms who suddenly collapsed, while steadily stepping over the crooked and even shapeless corpses on the ground, with scorching flames following behind him, After his footsteps, he will roll and devour everything, houses, corpses, trade goods, and even the guys who are still alive, and finally gather at Chris' feet in the sound of explosions to look like a lion like a tiger, crazy The burning mane flicked and let out a terrifying roar.

When I go back, I have to throw this suit away again.Chris frowned at the dripping blood dripping from the corner of his clothes and the holes burned by sparks, and threw the flame back into the closet that hadn't been used for a long time and made him a little excited.

Send Peter to the shop for treatment first, and then go to trouble with Hydra and Jin Bin.

Anyway, the clothes have to be thrown away, and it won't be a big problem if they get dirty a little bit.

Just like Chris let his little clerk suffer a little bit to understand that it is not so easy to be an ugly hero when he understands people's hearts The reliable witches cursed on the basis of three meals a day, and he didn't feel any conflict.

——Just before Peter wakes up, he can take the time to invite some old customers in hell to have a cup of tea, and provide insurance for some villains who are bound to fall in the future, so as not to be taken by the devil as soon as they fall into hell. It's so boring to eat small snacks.

It was also because of this that when Peter woke up from a coma, the first thing he saw was not Chris, but Captain Fidel nestled in a ball by his hand.

Are you dreaming?

Or a hallucination before death?

Peter blinked blankly and was a little unable to react. He looked around and subconsciously wanted to sit up. The pain all over his body instantly pulled him back to reality.

Not dreaming?

It took Peter a while to function his brain that seemed to have been poured with tons of glue, and barely regained the embarrassing memory of being hugged by Chris all the way back and crying.

He lay down again silently, buried his head in the quilt, and at the same time found that he was wrapped in bandages and naked with only a pair of underwear left under the quilt, and every joint was stiff under the pain, like a freshly unearthed zombie .

The pain is not so painful if the movement is small, but after the pain, the unbearable itching began to emerge, and every wound on his body protruded from the cracks in the bones, making him uncomfortable scratching and scratching Want to roll on the ground.

"The wound is healing, and you will feel better if you scratch it." Chris lifted the quilt and grabbed the restless hand of his little shop assistant, "Hold it for me."

"But it's hard..." Peter writhed like a dehydrated fish, his face was wrinkled and dripping bitterly, because the bluish and red lotion on his face looked a little funny.

"It will be fine in a few days." Chris plucked Peter's hair and observed the needle wound on his head, "I thought you had already thought about the price you would bear before you became a hero."

Pain, loss, and death threats that follow everywhere, the police are in danger of dying in the line of duty from time to time, not to mention his isolated and helpless vigilante activities, if he is not careful, he will stumble hard.

Chris frowned and took off the bandage on Peter's body to change his dressing. "New York is not a playground for children. This time it's just a flesh injury. You should thank God for His blessing."

Thank you God for blessing this time Hydra is just a guy who is not interested in human experiments. For this reason, the system of adjusting Hydra's attendance list has deep merit and fame.

He just silently protested Chris' poor treatment, [You can obviously cure him directly. ]

Batman's spine was broken and he was half dead, so he was resurrected with full blood in one night, not to mention that Peter was basically injured.

"Then the scar is healed, forget the pain and then seek death?" Chris sneered after changing Peter's medicine, slapped the little guy on the head and watched him shrink his neck like sitting on pins and needles, under the pitiful gaze of those dog eyes Unmoved at all, "I've fooled you for the time being at your house, but should I praise you?"

Chris snorted, Peter trembled, and hung his head lazily, listening to Chris continue with a bit of annoyance and sarcasm: "It's really courageous to dare to rush up in such rags. Ah Mr Parker."

Peter languished even more pitifully. He looked down at his bandage-wrapped hands, as if remembering the pain at that time. His hands were trembling uncontrollably. Peter pursed his lips and shrank his hands under the quilt. , whispered: "But... if I don't go... they will kill, kill little Mark."

Mark was the child he rescued, because he appeared at the inappropriate place at the inappropriate time and saw inappropriate things being hunted down and exterminated. If the child hadn't been caught, Peter wouldn't have shown up so impulsively. Hard bar, although according to his original plan, it may not be much better, but at least it can last for a while, maybe when Chris finds him, he is still fighting bravely instead of lying there waiting to die.

"He's still a kid." Peter raised his eyes stubbornly like all the teenagers who tried to talk back to adults, stared at Chris and whispered, "His parents were killed by bad guys, only Take him down, I have to save him, you know, if I don't save him, he will be killed, he is so small and doesn't know what happened, anyone who sees him can't help but soften his heart, that's all he has big and-"

The second half of Peter's sentence became smaller and smaller in Chris's calm and frightening eyes. Chris shook his head and tapped the boy's brown hair, which had been kicked off a lot for sewing needles. "Need I remind you of your age kid?"

Even though he said that, when he saw Peter's eyes, the clear and clean pupils had a beautiful firelight, the faint but burning firelight hidden behind the blank fear and loneliness, he knew that he would meet the same person again next time. Maybe Peter will be afraid, be at a loss and struggle, but he will still rush forward in the end, but he will remember to be more vigilant and stable because of the lesson this time, but he will not shrink back in fear because of the pain this time. I dare not move in the shell.

Just like bright starlight, even if you have to travel a longer and more difficult path, and face more and more complicated choices, you will eventually go to the right path.

So some people are destined to be heroes.Chris hugged the boy, sighed and smiled, feeling a certain kind of joy mixed with the spread of joy, like picking up the key to open the treasure house and jumping for joy, his fingertips across the boy's bandages and adhesive tape With his back, he turned his hand and dropped a bracelet.

It seems that things that have been prepared a long time ago can also be sent out.

"I threw away your tattered body." He clasped the bracelet on Peter's wrist, and the thin metal ring instantly tightened to a size that fit Peter's wrist. "Use this first."

As soon as Chris tapped the bracelet, Peter felt that his body was covered with a thin and tough film, which was similar to his self-made battle suit but with a more delicate red and blue color scheme. Feeling suffocated, he raised his hand and tried hard, and a pile of spider silk burst open and stuck to the wall.

"God..." The young man who is easy to please almost jumped up, completely throwing what happened just now out of the blue, and only focused on pressing on his body excitedly, like a child who discovered a treasure, the small props hidden in the belt, the boots The tip of the knife will pop out when you tap it, and there are two nozzles on the back that are controlled by muscles, which can spray a high-concentration anesthetic spray-Chris slaps the nozzle back and knocks on the bracelet, Peter's eyes are shining , and said a little anxiously: "This, this is too precious..."

"I'll deduct the difference from your salary." Chris raised his hand and tapped Peter on the head.

[Stop talking nonsense, Peter's salary is deducted until the end of the world, so you can't make up a thread of money, okay? ] The system seriously protested against such an obvious difference in the treatment of Chris. Why did he make a mistake? He was locked up by Chris in the small black room for several days. Peter can still get a new battle uniform. The silk thread woven from horned beast hair has a bright blessing effect, which is not fair QAQ

I take the rest as a reasonable loss to protect my private property.Chris said that he didn't want to be silenced, so he shut up, and dragged down the little guy who was so excited that he was about to climb up to the ceiling by grabbing a spider's thread, "Be careful next time, I don't get there on time every time."

Peter's eyes lit up, "You mean..."

"I have no reason to object to the right thing." Chris smiled and brushed Peter's bracelet, leaving a curvy ELF mark on the smooth surface of the bracelet, "But still the same sentence, New York is not a child Playground, pay attention to safety."

How far the light of this star can travel, how long it can travel, and what kind of firm glow it can shine in the boundless night.

He waits and sees.

The author has something to say:

System: Wronged!I feel so wronged!

Male lead: heh :)

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