My Private Marvel System

"Ding! The invasion has intensified, the system components are missing and unstoppable, the extraction of active space begins!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

A faint green glow appeared on the surface of the skin. This is because the system is consuming active space to resist this inexplicable invasion!

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

You don't need to be prompted by the system to know that once the active space is exhausted, the invasion will appear on him. Dole didn't even know where the attack came from, and what effect would it have after contact? None of these dolls know!

But a little bit more knew that after touching this thing, it would never be like eating a bad stomach, and it would be okay to put a stinky fart. The sense of crisis of biological instinct, the sense of urgency prompted by the system, the surrounding animals disappear without a trace..

The shoes on the feet burst, the trousers were stretched by the bulging muscles, and the swinging arms were like two whips, beating any obstacles blocking the road in front of them!

Dole is like a humanoid monster, escaping frantically! !

The muscles under the skin of the limbs are like tight tofu pieces, and the bones and joints are squeezed and squeaked, but Dole is still not satisfied: "Damn it, hurry up!!!" The bloodshot brain was almost lost. With his thinking ability, Dole has only one belief in his heart, escape here! !

"Boom!"

A muffled sound! ! All the energy in the active space was extracted, and finally a group of brilliant green light chips exploded, completely disappearing between the heaven and the earth!

"Ding! The system backup capability is activated.."

"Om!!"

Dole only felt his head bang and completely lost consciousness!

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In the Jewish parish outside New York, there lived a group of isolated Jews who have retained their ancient traditions for hundreds of years.

Black and white are the themes of their lives, and order and tranquility are the melody of their lives. Stray and serious, they can't stand the behaviors of ‘new new human’ and ‘non-mainstream’.

On the rammed gravel path, two Jewish girls walked towards them. They naturally crossed their hands on their lower abdomen, and their slightly lowered line of sight could only see a few tens of meters ahead. Walking back and forth in a vertical row made them almost unable to talk. They could only break the quiet atmosphere with gentle footsteps in silence.

"Michelle, do you know? Yesterday we saw a stranger here." The girl's agitated voice seemed to have encountered something remarkable, her steps were a little messy.

Michelle tugged at the white bunch of flowers on her head to make herself look less conspicuous: "Don't make discussions that have nothing to do with life, we should discipline ourselves."

"Oh God, self-discipline? Is the fashion magazine under your bed also a way of self-discipline?" Patty avoided a few small stones on the gravel road, her sly voice sounded so annoying.

Michelton paused, her eyes lowered: "Well, is that stranger a man?" Michelle's voice was a little helpless, she really didn't want her fashion magazine to become a tool for fire.

Patty clenched his fingers happily, and approached Michelle excitedly: "I'm a Latino boy, he has beautiful eyes."

"If you continue to pay attention to his eyes, you will fall into Satan's trap and become a slave to *." Michel tried to save his partner, but it was obviously ineffective.

"Oh my God, do you really want to live like this for the rest of your life? No fashion magazines, no burgers, no beautiful skirts..." Patty is not a safe guy, she always wants to go out and have a look. Leaving the place where she had been restrained for decades, took off the thick and ugly black Jewish robe on her body, and embraced the miniskirt which weighed little.

"It is sinful to expose your body. Please put away these crazy thoughts." Michelle was bound by deep-rooted stereotypes. Even though she wanted that kind of fresh life in her heart, she did not dare to step forward. step.

Patty had something to say, but there was a deep and solemn reprimand from the gravel path: "Good day, don't talk while walking, pay attention to your behavior."

Michelle and Patty shrank upon hearing the words, their lowered shoulders slightly bent: "Good day, Pastor Geer, may the Lord forgive us."

Pastor Geer is tall and can hold the large black Jewish robe open. His eye sockets are severely sunken, and his calm eyes can always detect the seeds of anxiety.

Because he rarely laughs, Pastor Geer's rigid mouth always carries a daunting sternness.

Deep eyes passed over the two young girls, Pastor Geer's fingertips ran across the Bible in his hand, and his muffled voice was filled with solemnity: "The Lord's eyes are everywhere. May the Lord bless you." Kiss the silver on his chest lightly. At the cross, Pastor Geer walked slightly and left.

Watching Pastor Geer leave, the two Jewish girls were greatly relieved. He didn't dare to talk about the topic of ‘foreign men’ anymore, and left in a hurry.

After returning home, Patty greeted his parents first, walked in and prayed a few words, cleaned his face and hands, and then quietly returned to his house.

"bump!"

At the moment when she closed the wooden door, Patty was like opening a Pandora's Box, and she threw herself on the soft bed.

Rubbing her facial features vigorously, her deliberately seriousness made her almost forget the taste of a smile. After a few big laughs at the floor mirror, Patty took off his conservative and thick Jewish robe a few times.

"Please forgive me God, but this suit is really ugly."

After folding up the Jewish robe, Patty listened to the wooden door and made sure that his parents would not notice him for a short time~www.ltnovel.com~ Then he pulled out a large wooden box from the bed.

Inside is a black Jewish robe long enough for her to wear for a lifetime, with several clean and neat Bibles and crosses pressed on it.

Carefully put the Bible on the bed, and kissed the cross apologetically, only then took out the bottom set of a miniskirt that had long been eliminated by the fashion industry.

The big red tunic hip skirt is like a cake dripping with honey on Patty.

Patty's fingers stroked this miniskirt that has been cherished for several years. The elastic fabric and the slightly tight arc always make her want to stop.

Patty, who has lived in strict accordance with Jewish rules for most of his life, can't imagine what she looks like when she wears this miniskirt. With age and physical development, Patty's resistance to beautiful things also decreases proportionally.

Putting down the miniskirt, Patty clasped the cross tightly, kissed the Bible and prayed: "Your eyes are everywhere, please forgive me for this behavior..."

After some prayers, Patty felt that he had been forgiven by God. Gently holding his miniskirt and walked into the specially isolated changing room.