Hela's conjecture is not completely impossible, because death is a concept embodiment, but unlike the second sister of the same name, she is particularly fond of accelerating the death process of organisms.I don't know why she's so anxious, she always seems to want the creature to die quickly, as if she's in a hurry to complete some task metric.Obviously, there is no creature that can escape death, she can wait quietly like the second sister.However, the problem is not big, and death has an advantage that she understands that she understands the situation.Even if she really planned to do something bad with the seed of death this time, then after Su Ming killed all the thugs, that is, those black-robed people, she naturally wouldn't have any extra thoughts.She has always been very thoughtful, but she lacks execution, otherwise she would not have bewitched Thanos in the past.So Su Ming seriously corrected Hela's thoughts, waved his hand to signal her to stop saying it anymore, Thanos nodded without hesitation, anyway, since they acted together, he gave the fastest affirmative answer this time.Su Ming almost didn't laugh out loud, how can I say that everything that touches death will make Thanos become less intelligent, this is really love that makes people blind.The Cloak of Demon Float rolled up four people and a cat, and continued to remain invisible, silently flying over the hot construction site, smoothly burrowing into the giant cave.…………… It was dark and he couldn't breathe as if he was crushed under the water, and Peter tried to find his teammates, but suddenly he couldn't remember who his teammates were.The air became viscous, but the body became light, and the mind seemed to be echoing with a melodious song, without lyrics, but one could feel that it was depicting some silent and grand scene.As his memory faded away, he found that his hands and feet could not move, and the whole person seemed to be lying on a small boat, which was swaying slightly, slowly moving along the current.Immediately afterward, he felt the light through his eyelids, the kind of bright with some blood, and even something warm against his cheeks, like a spring breeze, like silk.He opened his eyes hard and sat up sharply.But then, he fell into self-doubt.He woke up in a spacious bedroom, the bed alone was more than five meters wide, and the room was decorated with antiques that were worth a lot at first glance, and even the ceiling was painted with frescoes.He couldn't remember anything other than who he was, where he was, and what he was doing.But soon someone entered the room and solved his last question, which was a very well-dressed old man with a plate in his hand, reminding him that it was time for breakfast.There was a voice in his heart telling Peter that he didn't know the old man at all, but there was always a feeling in his body that he was very familiar with the old man, and even when the other party just picked up the napkin, he had already subconsciously raised his hand.Interrupting the introduction of ingredients, Peter asked, only then did he realize that his voice was sharp and thin, very beautiful, and it was the perfect woman's timbre.The old butler smiled lovingly, brought a cup full of milk, and even replied as he spoke, as he walked in the direction of the balcony of the bedroom, and as he opened the heavy curtains, and pushed open the glass door that led to the balcony, the view from the window came into view.This bedroom is located on the third floor of a large mansion, and from the windows you can see the extensive garden in front of the house, and you can see the river in the distance and the city next to it.On top of that, there are a lot of chimneys emitting black smoke and a busy boat on the river, all of which are full of black coal.Of course, the river in the distance may not have anything to do with beauty, because from several kilometers away, you can seem to smell the stench it emits, which is the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp, mixed with the excrement of the whole city, and the smell of industrial pollution of cinders and wastewater.Fortunately, there is a garden, and the flowers and dew in the garden filter the air and make the smell less pungent, which is probably why people love the big garden in front of their door.Ah, I remember something, yes, what an egg is, I remember.Peter originally wanted to say, why resist eating eggs, aren't eggs delicious, whether they are boiled or scrambled, even if they are eaten raw, they are fine.Yes, there is such a thing as mayonnaise in my memory, well, and mayonnaise and tartar sauce made from eggs.Strange, why do I have these daughters of a country nobleman in my memory, I shouldn't have seen those things that are so delicate that only a queen should be entitled to enjoy Peter fell into thought, despite the headache, she was still trying to recall, even the thin quilt However, with the graceful gesture of the butler showing breakfast, the hand with the orchid finger also lifted the small lid on the egg cup, and Peter saw the contents of the small cup.Black and white, and the bones are still spinning, as if staring at her "eggs......
She let out a scream./41//.htl