People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

The black gray mist stirred up.

The white palm seemed to be eroded by the black-gray mist, became dim, and gradually turned black-gray.

His slender fingers were withered like a mummy.

That's why Stark frowned.

"It's the power of death."

Mike murmured.

Seems to be explaining to Stark,

It seems to be talking to himself.

There seemed to be a vortex in the black-gray mist, which attracted Stark's attention.

"Is there any point in living?"

"Death is eternal."

Stark thought, stretching his hand unconsciously toward the black-gray mist.

At this time.

There was a clear phoenix cry.

Stark suddenly woke up.

Followed by a dragon roar.

Stark saw Mike's hand holding the black-gray mist lit up with a cyan dragon tattoo.

The power of the dragon represents the power of life force. With its infusion, Mike's hand returned to its original state as if going back in time.

Not only that, the death energy suddenly surged violently, desperately trying to get out of the shackles.

After a few seconds.

The death energy fell silent, slowly seeping into Mike's body.

Just when Stark thought it was over, Mike suddenly looked up and stared at the ceiling.

is there something on the ceiling

There are ceilings and lights.

At that moment, Stark felt as if his heart had been hit by a log.

Boom!

It was Stark's heartbeat at that moment.

Then... no more jumping.

Even if Stark couldn't see anything, he could feel that there was a gaze from top to bottom—looking down.

"It's so depressing."

Stark breathed hard, "What's going on? Jarvis?"

Jarvis: "Except for unknown energy fluctuations and abnormalities in your physical signs, no other abnormalities have been detected."

Stark looked at Mike inquiringly.

The feeling of life and death being controlled by others and being helpless is too uncomfortable.

"The goddess of death...she has come."

Mike said:

"Gone again."

Stark opened his mouth, wanting to say something, what nonsense.

But his intuition told him that it was true.

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Chapter 365 Worry

[It's too late, I will modify it in about an hour, sorry]

The surname "Winchester" is very famous in Black Pine Town.After moving to the town for more than half a year, Melinda heard this surname more than once in the chat, but why it is famous, everyone seems to keep secret, and Melinda only heard a few words.

Liars... that was Melinda's conclusion about the Winchesters.Perhaps "smart" should be added, because everyone seems to believe in the rumors about the Winchester family.

at this time,

Melinda is wandering outside the iron gate of the Winchester home.

Two-story building.

The dark red brick wall is covered with creepers.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the old swing set had chipped white paint.

"What's there to hesitate about...how bad can it be?!"

Melinda gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

Ring the doorbell.

Feeling uneasy.

"Who?"

The voice from the intercom on the iron door seemed to be laziness after a nap.

"Melinda Banks, I want to consult something."

"Do you have an appointment?"

Hearing the other party's question, Melinda's heart suddenly lifted, and she said cautiously:

"No."

I am afraid that the other party will directly refuse.

It's ironic that the other party was a sure liar not long ago, but now he is her life-saving straw.

The other party was silent for a while, and just when Melinda was about to despair, a voice came from the intercom again:

"How did you find it here?"

"Introduced by a friend."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Thompson of Elm Street."

The other party was silent again for a while, and then said:

"come in."

"drop!"

"Click!"

Melinda heard the sound of the electronic lock of the iron door being opened, and hurriedly opened the door and walked in.

When she crossed the small courtyard and walked up the steps, the door just opened, and a big boy stood behind it.

Tall, with brown curly hair, wearing a blue-and-white homewear suit with white dots, and large slippers on his feet.

Melinda thought of several idols she had chased after when she was studying.

"Mrs. Banks, please come in."

Melinda noticed that the older boy glanced over her ring finger, saw the wedding ring, and called her "Mrs."

"Thank you." Melinda was a little cautious.

"My name is Liam Winchester." The big boy introduced himself.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Liam led Melinda inside, across the hall, to a study.

"Sit down, please. What would you like to drink?"

"Tea, or coffee?"

"Tea, thank you."

"What about you?"

Liam suddenly asked again, which made Melinda feel baffled.

There was no one else in the room.

Suddenly, Melinda remembered the rumors about the Winchester family, and a gust of cold air rushed from the tailbone to the Tianling Gai.

creepy...

Just when Melinda was about to run away, a teddy came out from behind the sofa, about twenty centimeters in length.

"Wang."

Teddy let out a groan.

"Oh."

Liam nodded.

Melinda swallowed.

"Three-flower tea, the main materials are chrysanthemum, honeysuckle, and jasmine, which has the effects of reducing fire, clearing away heat and detoxification, and calming the mind. You probably haven't slept very well recently."

Soon, Liam was carrying a plate with three drinks: three flower tea, black coffee and goat's milk.

"I didn't sleep much, thank you."

Melinda was a little embarrassed.

In fact, her bags under the eyes can no longer be described as "lying silkworms".