Cute Baby Superman in Marvel

　　 At this moment, in room 401 of the youth apartment in the surrounding area of ​​Manhattan.

The blazing sea of ​​fire, the firefighters who have connected the water guns to the nearby fire hydrants, and all the firefighters who are ready to put out the fire, and the crowd watching the lively around, suddenly seem like time is still at this moment, all motionless. The stiffness remained in place, and even the flames were strangely shaped in the air.

　　 "Oh, today's society is really dark, and the corpses are destroyed at every turn. I still want my old man to do justice!"

With the occurrence of the strange phenomenon, beside Miles’ scorched body, a line of ink gathered in the air, and finally condensed into an old man in an ancient suit standing on the spot with a cane, and then looking at Mai. The miserable corpse couldn't help but speak in sympathy.

　　 "Myers! Myers! It's time to wake up, you still have this huge hatred to report, and it's not time for you to rest!"

　　 Then the old man walked step by step to the scorched corpse of Miles and squatted down, speaking slowly with that deep voice that can resound through the depths of hell.

　　 Just like that, as the old man spoke slowly, after a while, the already dead Miles who could not be dying suddenly opened his eyes! It was just a little bit different from what the old man expected. The current Miles didn't look like he had experienced the painful torture before death. He just stared at the old man with doubtful eyes, as if he didn't know the current situation.

　　 "Huh?!" Looking at Miles now, the old man couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Is this person in front of him not as despicable as he thought, but a good person after the Jedi Epiphany, wondering that he has a tendency to masochistic subconsciously? Or is the throat damaged too badly?

However, after thinking about it for a while, the old man still used the little dark energy remaining in the world to wave his hand towards Miles' corpse. In an instant, in Miles's body, the cells that had already died down. .

　　 Under the envelope of a special kind of energy, it was reborn with new vitality. At this moment, Miles only felt that his body was as good as it had never been before.

　　 "Abba?! Abba Abba!!" Miles, who felt his body rejuvenated again, asked the old man a puzzled question mark, and said excitedly.

　　 "???" Looking at Miles who had completely recovered, but only said a few words, the old man suddenly looked at a loss. How could this be possible!

　　 Under his own resurrection technique, even if he has died for hundreds of years, he can be resurrected as long as his body is intact, not to mention that this is just a simple injury such as a broken hand and a broken foot.

　　At this moment, the old man only felt that Miles was playing with the new life and trust that he gave him this humble mortal.

　　 "Myers! If you think the previous death is insignificant or even trivial, then I promise that after you go to hell, I will let you experience what is the anger of a **** lord."

　　 Looking at this seemingly stupid guy in front of him, the old man couldn't help giving intimidation magic in his words and said angrily.

　　 After all, he is not a **** in the world. The magic power is boundless and he can use it at will. He has to carefully plan every point of the magic power in the world, and he can't wait for the magic power to be divided into two parts.

　　 And the person in front of him, this ant, actually wanted to pretend to be foolish to deceive himself when he was resurrected by his merciful gift, and the old man couldn't help feeling very angry.

"Abba? Abba Abba!!!" On the other side, even though he was resurrected, Miles was obviously missing something. After being threatened by the old man, he suddenly squatted down and curled up. Then he said aggrieved and poorly.

"Huh?" Looking at this human being who was obviously frightened by his own intimidation, but still speaking like a fool, this made the old man frown. I don't know why. I feel that my choice this time may really be a bamboo basket to draw water.

Then, as the old man's right hand began to be enveloped by a thick black gas, after a casual move at Miles, a transparent soul that looked like Miles was immediately held by the old man. On hand.

And the original body belonging to Miles also fell to the ground under the old man's operation, leaving only the soul body in the hands of the old man, Miles, looking curiously and holding on tightly. Own old man.

Looking at the soul belonging to Miles in his hand, the old man couldn't help but his face was pale, not for anything else, because he saw the chaos in the brain of the soul body Miles without any sorting, as if it was originally coded. The Lego bricks were thrown into a cardboard box in a mess, even more than this. As the old man of the lord of hell, he knew what this situation meant.

Because this kind of situation is usually common in mental patients, the extreme mental patients who don’t even know the whole world or simply lunatic~www.readwn.com~ These people are the same as the monsters that can be seen everywhere in hell. .

He doesn’t have any brains, and he eats when he sees people. Although those soldiers are good soldiers in his battles on all **** planes, they are nothing but cannon fodder. What's more, he has to be a sober, thoughtful and methodical step forward. Les.

　　 It is not a **** who knows nothing but ‘Ababa’. For him, let alone a plan that has already been planned, even if it is cannon fodder, he feels that he is not qualified.

　　 Then, as the old man's hands pressed hard, he saw Miles' spiritual body disappear with the wind, turning into a little starlight, and disappearing into this world.

"Superman, count you cruel!" Looking at Miles lying on the ground in front of him, the old man couldn't help but look into the distance, and said angrily, because he knew very well that before he came, or before tonight, this person was absolutely normal. people.

To turn a person into a madman or even after death, you only have to turn on the other person’s brain and smash it like a blender, so that even if the other person becomes a spirit body, it is just a person without any will. Just fooling around.

Originally, I was thinking of using this Miles as a **** against Superman, but I didn’t expect the opponent to be so awesome. When I thought about what he said at the moment when he appeared before coming again, the old man felt his cheeks blush. The burning panic.

　　 Then, with a casual move, the dark energy enveloping Miles's body cells turned into black mist and gathered towards the old man's hand.

　　 Looking at the obviously thinner dark energy in his hand, the old man couldn't help but feel a pain, but as the dark energy was fully converged, he slowly integrated it into his body.