00.

Mo Jun actually likes his adoptive father quite a lot, not just the gentle Lucia—every time he thinks of this overly feminine name to a tall adoptive father, he always feels very uncomfortable—but also various other personalities.

Communicating with an adoptive father is indeed like talking to many people. After being adopted for three years, Mo Jun can face each personality without admitting mistakes.

Facing Miao Zeke, who looked regretful because he said, "I don't want to be in the rivers and lakes with you, I want to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. in two years", Mo Jun put down the hand protecting his hair and asked him to rub it happily——Miao Zeke Every time I see him, I would say 'what a cute little fox', which is completely shameful ♂shame♂Play, and I always like to rub my hair and pinch my face, so I am very recognizable.

As for the master personality who always calls himself brother, Mo Jun doesn’t know his name, only knows that he keeps his promise and comes to have a look every two days. According to him, he really went after the person he likes, but it seems that he didn’t result.

Each personality has its own characteristics, but if you want to say your favorite - as expected, it is Lucia who brought her here from that barren world.

He is always gentle and dependable, as if any small negative emotion can be easily detected - and he sincerely expresses his concern and love for Mo Jun.

But I don’t know if it’s an illusion, I haven’t seen Lucia come out for a long time... But I can’t run to my father and say “I want Lucia QAQ” Mo Jun feels so ashamed if he acts like a baby==.

The vigilance and loneliness brought from another world have all disappeared. He has met many friends and seen wars in this world, but unlike his world, the countries in this world are still peaceful of.

But for the safety of a small number of people, Mo Jun really wanted to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.

It's not because Dad admires Captain America and is also very interested in Captain America. Captain is the most handsome!

01.

One day, when the minute hand of seven o'clock reached twelve, two beams of light overlapped and flickered on the chair by the bed, and a certain adoptive father who was not very responsible appeared on the bed.

"The story elf is here to mess with you!" He said with a smile—it was not Laoshizi elf that Mo Jun wanted to complain about the most, but because he came over every other day to tell him bedtime stories because Professor X said that he wanted to enhance the relationship between father and son. God knows how long he's been past the age of bedtime stories...

What he didn't know was that the story elf said in his heart, "I took the wrong story book QAQ", "What if I don't tell a good story, will he be disappointed?" "I won't because of this kind of thing." Disappointed with intertwined things like =='.

In the end, Mo Jun watched his adoptive father straighten his spine very slowly, and the silly smile on his face became a little more serious, and he knew that a different personality had appeared - the one he didn't want to see the most, Joshua.

Only when he straightened his back can he find that he actually gives people a great sense of oppression. At such times, Mo Jun can always clearly feel the love and care of other personalities for him, because other personalities have never given him love. He doesn't feel oppressed, but his adoptive father is actually a man with a strong aura.

Sitting on a small stool that was as high as his bed, Mr. Joshua obviously felt a little uncomfortable. Mo Jun knew that sitting on a stool that was not as high as his knees was really aggrieved to his long legs, but he insisted on sitting away from himself It hasn't been replaced in recent times - Joshua waved his hand at the light switch, and the room suddenly went dark - another reason to hate him, this personality is almost always showing 'Hey I have superpowers! 'This kind of trait that makes people envy and hate.

"What story would you like to hear?"

That somewhat serious personality asked him this—Mo Jun knew very well that if he heard this sentence from his adoptive father, it was definitely because he didn’t have a good story and decided to make up a new one—with a gentle tone, but only let Mo Jun is very uncomfortable.

"...Whatever?" And if it's you who read it... I'd rather go to bed first, okay?

"Well, I wanted to recite the Bible for you, but Lucia said you're not interested in this." That voice with a hypocritical gentleness said so.

Mo Jun is dead fish-eyed, he is really not interested in brainwashing tutorials that are straightforward and meaningless.

He heard a short laugh beside him.

To be honest, I'm a little uneasy...

Although the person sitting next to him is indeed his adoptive father who has lived with him for three years, he occasionally feels this kind of feeling, a subtle uneasiness.

"Indeed, if the people next to you are angry or smiling at any time, no one will be at ease."

Mo Jun suddenly realized that he had spoken.

But he couldn't say 'I didn't mean that' which seemed to be deceitful.

So he was silent.

The strange adoptive father next to him smiled again.

"Then, let me tell you an interesting story today."

02.

"Once upon a time there was a heartless devil who took a female warrior as his wife and gave birth to a pair of twins. That sister was as gentle and upright as the female warrior—"

"Ah, I've heard this story." Mo Jun, who couldn't sleep at all, suddenly said, looked at the adoptive father who was suddenly silent, and continued, "The story that says you can't be too smart?"

Joshua's silence was disturbing.

Mo Jun wasn't sure if he was embarrassed, but he just lay on the bed and looked at him with some doubts, because the room was still dark after turning off the lights, and he couldn't see Joshua's expression clearly.

"...It seems that I don't know that story as well as you do." There was a bit of excitement in the adoptive father's voice, "Then, for a change today, how about you come and tell me the story?"

Mo Jun blinked: "...Okay."

03.

"Then the devil's son didn't go to heaven, he dragged his loved ones to hell, and was finally killed by the new brave."

As Mo Jun said, he was already a little sleepy after not staying up all night, looking at the pointer, almost an hour passed...

He glanced at the adoptive father who had been silent all this time—he always felt that he fell asleep because of my storytelling, Mo Jun thought a little depressed.

"So this story tells us not to be too smart?" the adoptive father said suddenly, with a slight trill in his voice, and Mo Jun realized that his emotions were not quite right - he looked at his adoptive father's still unclear face in the dark, nothing Discover.

"Is the story I'm telling boring?"

"No, no, very well, boy—good boy, go to bed."

Mo Jun realized that something was wrong.

He wanted to open his eyes, but only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

The adoptive father read a few words back and forth, his voice was low as if he was suppressing something, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

Mo Jun finally closed his eyes.

04.

After that snap of his fingers, in the silence that filled the room, the man sat alone on the stool that was too short. The man lowered his head, but his expression was extremely distorted.

"—Can't people be too smart? Don't think too much? Heh," the objects in the room suddenly began to vibrate, making a noise like an earthquake. The strange thing was that the boy sleeping on the bed didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.

"Boring humans." The deep voice said, but what he couldn't hide was that his expression was too desperate.

The things in the room rose instantly, the originally neat room was already in a mess, the furniture made of relatively fragile materials was torn apart, except for the bed on the left of the man, only fragments remained in the room.

05.

(Ratt: Should you think about what your son will think when he wakes up?)

(Mo Jun: It’s still too late to repent now.)

(Eve: I get the feeling you don't want to.)

(Joshua: Come on, it’s time, how about crushing all this—the vain, this boring world? If everything is messed up, God won’t sit idly by, will he?)

Ahhh, it's so noisy! !

(Miao Zeke: If there is no one, the world will be very quiet.)

(Mo Jun: There is no cure for your loneliness.)

……

"It's time—come on."

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

06.

When standing in the quiet and empty New York in the true sense, Joshua also smiled and took the elevator and climbed to the roof of the Stark Tower—later it seemed to be renamed the Avengers Tower.

(Cathers: ...you really love this place.)

"Of course." Joshua spoke unscrupulously. No one would accuse him of talking to himself. It's rare to answer his own personality. It still feels great. "Especially, this is my territory."

Looking down from the building, a large area of ​​ruins and blood intertwined.

(Miao Zeke: yo! You can definitely have a good time playing hang gliding now!)

"After all, I specially shattered all the other parts above three floors." Joshua had that kind of smile on his face, which was gentle and too happy, "You can play until you get tired of it."

He closed his eyes, thought about where he was, and let go of his thinking perception. After a while, several windows of glass disintegrated from the building and fell neatly on the empty rooftop.

He looked at the completely different self reflected in the glass, and said to the silent personalities with a smile, "Whysoserious?"

"This is my territory now, and no one will step into this place." He spread his arms wantonly, breathing in the not-so-clean air at a high place, "Will no one say that I am too smart?"

The only answer to him was Lucia's unstoppable whimper.

*Branch element ([-])

Mo Jun is actually very inexplicable.

When he woke up, his head was in a daze, looking at Charles' serious expression, he asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"...It still happened." Professor X's voice was weak, "New York has fallen."

Mo Jun opened his eyes wide.

"What did you say? What's the matter? What does 'fallen' mean?"

"Master Naley, your adoptive father, eventually degenerated into a demon."

"...What does it have to do with my adoptive father?"

From the bottom of his heart, Mo Jun felt unfamiliar with this name.

"He has an evil personality in his heart, and he is not as kind as you remember. This night, he almost destroyed New York."

The great Professor X muttered to himself, "What I should have thought of... is not that there is someone who can kill him, but that he can't hold on anymore..."

"That's why! He's not the kind of person who can do it!" Mo Jun could feel the trembling in his voice, "What happened?"

"Your adoptive father has too powerful abilities, his wisdom, even if he divides his nerves into countless parts, he can't stop himself from thinking, but because of the various results brought about by thinking, he is becoming more and more crazy... He once told me , He has seen you in the future in the past?"

Mo Jun shook his head blankly.

"...No, he told you, and then made you forget. Close your eyes, accept my power, and I will help you find it... I hope he didn't use heavy hypnosis."

After a while, he heard Charles exhale, "Thank you for the thought of you in his mind—he left a door for you."

No, I'm just fulfilling the necessary battle between the warrior and the demon king.

(Lucia: No, please - don't really treat your life like a game...)

(Eve: ...Who are you going to give your life to? Anyone who can kill you? Or there is no one who can escape Joshua's control? What are you thinking!)

(Mo Jun: ...I can feel the door being opened.)

Well, take it easy.

There will always be a few people in life that I can't control.

Not too far away.

The uncle with cat ears on the opposite side withdrew his claws.

Lying on the roof, I didn't even have the courage to stand up and look at him.

Since that night, a sentence has been repeated in my mind.

【He dragged the one he loved to hell, and was finally killed by the new brave. 】Who will be dragged to hell?

Who will kill me?

These two people——couldn't be the same person after all.

……

It's not that I want to treat my life as a game, but in fact, my life is just a sick story for entertainment.

The author has something to say:

"I can't do it anymore, I'm so tired. My favorites have grown negatively, and there are no comments. It's a slap in the face to celebrate the [-] new chapters of the comments... ..."

"Damn it, do you blame brother for writing novels that others can't understand? What about your conscience? Brother didn't say anything when you wrote it like a white lotus, at most, he cursed you for losing your hair, okay?"

"Do I still blame others for not understanding my thinking! My sister has to finish typing even to update a new chapter and then switch to the mobile phone to update again! Because he doesn't buy it for the computer! And don't mention your hair to my sister! Writing a novel secretly drank a whole tablespoon of sterling coffee soaked in half a cup of water! It’s disgusting!”

"I hate coffee too, but I can't drink it, you bastard!"

"...Besides, my sister doesn't want to see the three letters of ooc (it's obviously two), you know that I have made Wolverine OOC to the point that I can't even read it myself, so I can't watch you too much, okay?"

"In the end, what is your method of reducing OOC? Reduce the role of him?"

"I made a big mess, believe it or not, I'm going to make up all the Wolverine movies now! If you dare to mention OOC to me again, I'll give up!"

"You're just an educated person who didn't graduate from junior high school, so you admit it and forget it, dear. If you don't pass the exam, just take this article to vent your anger. What kind of ambition do you have? You can OOC all the characters under your command, what else do you want to play?"

"Sister, I don't believe in this evil! Even if you are OOC, I will break it back in the next BE! Anyway, you are the only dream in my sister's heart to get rid of the doctor's expectations given to me by my family and become a writer! You can't because of me now If you can’t write anything well, just give up and become famous under my subordinates! My sister hasn’t passed the second term of middle school yet! My sister will do her best to persevere!”

"..."

"I just want to write about Jack Su, who is hard-working, handsome and scumbag, so what, you bastard!"

"... Tsk, you brought back my brother's madness, coolness and handsomeness, what are you thinking when you write all your actions as forced. Brother——but a high-end liberal."

"...I wanted to complain a long time ago, what the hell is a high-end liberal."

"Heh, if it's in the ending of destroying all three views like destroying the world, it's probably 'do whatever you want'? But in other endings..."

"?"

"Stupid lazy author, go code and create my world, and find the answer for myself, you bastard."

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