[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

"Father?" Bruce couldn't believe what he saw, and he slowly approached, wanting to stand in front of Thomas and talk to him.

But it seemed that with every step he took, the street lamp was one step away from him—it would never end.

"Martha," Thomas Wayne called, looking in his direction.

Bruce turned his head and saw the unkempt mother who was completely different from his impression.

But the shining pearl necklace proves her identity everywhere.

She has green curly hair, white paint on her face, and a high grin on her lips cut by a knife—like a clown.

"Thomas," Martha called, "you're here at last."

She chuckled, "Look what I found?" She ran her slender fingers across the necklace around her neck.

"Your necklace—you killed Alfred, didn't you?" Thomas' voice trailed off.

Bruce takes a step back, unable to believe what he's seeing.

Even so, he didn't think that was what the scarecrow toxin would allow him to see.At least before, the scarecrow poison had never given him such a strange hallucination.

He took another step forward, and this time it was different, this time, Thomas Wayne didn't back down.

The appearance of Thomas Wayne in front of him is obviously older than his peers.Similarly, there is also a completely different figure and temperament from Bruce's memory.The Thomas Wayne in Bruce's memory is more like a gentleman, wearing a suit to participate in charity events, or occasionally treating people.

And the one in front of him is obviously a vicissitudes of life warrior.

It was not difficult for Bruce to imagine the terrifying scars on his body when he took off the black battle suit.

Then there was a gunshot, and Bruce could clearly see the bullet flying through the air, passing through his phantom body, and flying straight back.

Almost reflexively, he runs towards the clownized Martha.

But he was naturally not as fast as a bullet, and the breath of blood surrounded him, making him a little dazed for a moment.

This is not true.

The street lamp flickered again, bringing the blood and his body back into the darkness.

After that, there was a burning smell.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and a man wrapped in bandages was tied up on the balcony of Wayne Manor.

He's also the only one who feels Bruce's presence.He turned his head with difficulty, and cheered like crazy when he saw Bruce.Thomas next to him pressed the button of the device, and a huge thunderbolt struck——

Bruce recognized it, isn't the man in the bandage Barry Allen?

His brain was running fast, and he realized what these pictures meant.

This is the memory of the dead spores.

So does this mean that he is already selected for the fusion of death spores?

In reality, Charles' brow was still furrowed.He saw what Bruce saw, and asked Strange, "Maybe you're wrong."

"Wrong?" Strange asked.

"Strake knows the first layer because the death spores only want him to see the first layer." Charles sighed, "This symbiote is more powerful than we thought."

"What's his purpose of hiding it from Strucker? What did you see?" Strange continued to ask.

Charles shook his head slowly under his gaze, "Wait a little longer. The situation can't get worse than this."

Eric glanced at the two of them, and put the dagger slightly out to prevent the heart from healing after the fusion.I have to say that the dagger made of vibrating gold is really beautiful, sharp and flexible, and with the blessing of technology, it is a very good weapon.

After the lightning struck, Bruce fell into darkness again.

The cries of bats surrounded him and made him feel some pain in his head.He seems to have returned to the dark cave where he fell when he was a child, and fear surrounded him, but now, he has grown from a child to an adult, and bats have become one of his weapons.

almost.

he thinks.

almost.

Rocky was walking on the street, seemingly doing nothing, actually feeling the situation on their side all the time.Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. had followed him all the way, and it was getting annoying.

Walking halfway, I suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation in a place.Decided to find out.

The green light flickered slightly, leaving only a phantom circling in place.

He came to a courtyard, a church courtyard overgrown with weeds.There are two cemeteries around it, which looks strange and gloomy.

Walking in with that weird magic power, but smelled a choking smell of smoke.The smog filled Loki, making him cough twice.Barely resisting the pungent feeling and opening his eyes, he saw a man sitting on a bench.

He was wearing a khaki windbreaker, which was old and faded, and his messy hair looked more like a chicken coop on his head.Loki frowned.

At the innermost end of the supposedly sacred church, lay a person.His face was ferocious, his eyes were ruthless, and he screamed like a demon.

"It looks like we have another guest today!" The man turned his head and saw Loki, a little surprised, "You look familiar, who are you?"

Loki didn't bother to pay attention to him, but walked towards the person at the far end, looked at the magic circle drawn on the ground, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Possessed by a demon?" He conjured up a knife and scratched the man's face. Seeing that the liquid that flowed out was black, not red, he continued, "Is there someone like you in the courtyard?"

The man didn't care much about his action, he smoked the cigarette in his hand, and the nicotine made him sound who this man was.

that who.

The one I saw on TV a few years ago.

"Ha!" He slapped his head, threw the remaining cigarette butts under his feet, and crushed them a few times, "You are the one who wanted to invade the earth a few years ago—"

Loki blushed.

"The horned one—that—" the name was on his lips, but he couldn't get it out, and he was a little annoyed, which made him take out the cigarette case from his arms again, and prepared to buy another one.Just as he took out the lighter, Rocky waved his hand, and the cigarette turned into a banana.

"Don't like cigarettes?" He smiled, and simply peeled the banana, took a bite, and said vaguely, "You know that thing?"

Loki rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Hey! So what are you doing here? Curiosity? Curiosity kills the cat—"

The man spoke with a Liverpool accent that sounded uncomfortable to Loki.

"Konstantin!" The person who was still trapped next to him roared, his voice was hoarse, as if there were countless people in his body.With the voice of the elderly, the figure of a woman, and even the voice of a child.While he was talking, he kept spitting out that foul-smelling black liquid from his mouth, which was extremely terrifying.

"I advise you to let me go immediately!" He continued to roar, but because of the magic circle, he had to be trapped in this circle, unable to move.

"So, your name is Constantine." Loki said.

Constantine took a bite of the banana and still wanted to smoke.

"Changing my cigarettes back?" he said, "I still have the last two."

Looking at Loki's expression, he admitted helplessly: "Yes, okay, my name is Constantine, what's wrong? You didn't just hear my name somewhere, did you?"

"That's not true." Loki said.

He looked down at the disgusting man and asked, "What did you arrest him for?"

"Give me my cigarette, and I'll tell you—what are you so curious about?" Constantine began to talk about the conditions, and when he ran out of cigarettes, he felt the bird fade out of his mouth, "Is it difficult to change back? Or You won't change?"

Loki smiled, "Didn't you eat it just now?"

Constantine choked, yes, magic must also talk about the conservation of matter.Sighing, I just feel that the cigarettes I just ate like bananas are a pity.You can only eat two bites of bananas, but you can smoke several mouthfuls of cigarettes!

Thinking about it, I stretched out my hand and decided to smoke the only two remaining. I really couldn't bear the days without cigarettes.

"He finds someone to possess him at will, and it's easy for me to catch him." He took a breath, feeling the comfort of the smoke entering his lungs, and then exhaled slowly, "Wait for someone to come and take him!"

Loki seldom pays attention to things like the hell in the atrium. As gods, they have their own way of death.At least it doesn't go through reincarnation, at most it turns into dust and disperses with the wind.

Probably because Constantine has been relatively free lately, simply looking for death.He coughed twice, sat on the bench, and waited.

"How long have you been waiting here?" Loki asked.

"No more, no less, exactly three days."

Loki glanced at the pile of cigarette butts under his feet, and frowned again.

Taking another puff, Constantine stared at Loki for a long time, "Ha! You are that brother of Thor! I knew I would remember who you are, Loki, right?"

When Loki heard this, his face turned dark again.

With another wave, even the last two in Konstantin's hand turned into bananas.

"Do you have any obsession with bananas?" Constantine was speechless.

Loki snorted coldly, and with another wave of his hand, the two bananas turned into two green snakes, coiled in Constantine's hands and "hissing" with their tongues sticking out.

Constantine shook his hand, and the two snakes fell to the ground and continued to crawl.

Constantine: "You're fucking sick!"

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