MTL - The People of the Motherland Are Coming, Fortunately, I Am Superman of Doomsday-Chapter 11 day of doom

  Chapter 11 The Day of Destruction in the Dream

  Yimeng suddenly realized that the current real world of reincarnation is not as peaceful and natural as it seems on the surface.

  Perhaps in the near future, many world truths will emerge one by one, which will be devastating to the order of reality!

  The world where the world of film and television is mixed, it's creepy to think about it.

  After all, there are too many super villains and horrors in film and television, such as giants, fantasy species, Cthulhu, mythology, magic bodies, extra dimensions, ghosts, etc. Some setting concepts are enough to make people feel desperate.

  Of course, the information we have now is too little.

  Yimeng is still not completely sure whether this reality is the world after being invaded by film and television.

in the case of. Was it invaded by those film and television works again? Science fiction, fantasy, or horror films?

[Terminator], [Black Robe Picket], [Game of Thrones], [The Conjuring], [Pacific Rim], [Godzilla], [Clash of the Titans], [Jurassic World], [Nani Sub-Legend], [The Grudge], [Ultraman], [Harry Potter], [Resident Evil], [Underworld], [Clover Files], [Ghoul], [Killing City], [Wandering Earth], [X-Men], [Final Fantasy], [Reaper], [I am Legend], [Mist], [Alien]...

  Yimeng's mind flashed quickly. She had watched many film and television works before, and her heart sank every time she thought of one.

  Looking up at the high school classmates who were still immersed in reviewing and preparing for the sprint for the federal college entrance examination.

  Yimeng exhaled lightly, forcing herself to calm down.

  If he now possesses the ability of the artificial intelligence incarnation of Marvel's dreams, even one percent is enough for him to investigate the truth behind the scenes of the real world.

   But now, his brain is only turning faster than others, and he is far from reaching the level of real artificial intelligence.

   "Must enter the dream again to obtain more characteristic abilities of artificial intelligence!"

  Yimeng quietly clenched her fists, secretly thinking urgently in her heart.

  He has a strong premonition, if his conjectures are correct, then the future of the real world will be a doomsday catastrophe for mankind!

  …

  Yi Meng was restless, the weirdness of reality, and the oppression of dreams prevented him from falling asleep at noon.

   Until evening.

  After school, Yi Meng returned to the dormitory, sitting alone on the sofa in the living room with the white lamp on, sipping a drink.

  Alcohol is constantly paralyzing, but the brain is still spinning rapidly, all kinds of thoughts don't stop, and I can't fall asleep at all.

  Yimeng's forehead and temples were a little scorching hot, her shirt was wet with sweat, and bloodshot eyes appeared in her brown eyes under her silver hair.

  He looked out the window, the city was lit up in twos and threes, and the city was as quiet as usual under the night.

  But tonight, for some reason, Yimeng always felt that there was an unknown and terrifying existence lurking in the dark corner outside, peeping at herself and the city.

  Yimeng suddenly felt angry for no reason, just like the owner of a territory being provoked, he wanted to raise his mouth to the sky and roar, rush out to tear apart the night and sky, and kill all the peeping existences!

  Whether you are a **** or a dragon.

  Just kill them all!

  Even Yi Meng didn't notice it. At this moment, his face became ferocious, his hard silver hair stood back, and his eyes were filled with violent red light!

   "Ding Dong!"

  The doorbell at the door rang suddenly, and before Yi Meng could open the door, with the sound of swiping the card, the door was easily pushed open.

  First, a beautiful leg wrapped in black silk stepped on black leather boots and stepped in. The skirt of the school uniform and the black hair were gently swaying and elegant, with a faint fragrance.

  Under the light of the living room, a young black-haired girl walked in gracefully.

   If Pan Hu was present, he would definitely petrify on the spot.

   During the day, he said a perfect person living in another world.

At this time, he was skillfully swiping his card to enter the door as if returning to his own home, and lightly kicked the front door floor with the front of his leather boots. He bent down and took off the boots from his feet, revealing a semi-transparent black silk tightly covered body. With small feet and feet, you can faintly see the pink color of the white and tender palm.

  Yi Meng stared blankly at the black-haired girl.

   "Why, look at me like that."

Meng Tifa blinked playfully, she quickly took off the other leather boot, stepped on the carpet in front of the door, gently stretched her white and tender toes, and showed a bright smile on her delicate and soft face that was always indifferent outside .

  She smiled and asked, "Did you drink yesterday's hangover soup?"

   "Drink it." Yi Meng replied subconsciously.

"what about the taste?"

"not bad."

   "What do you mean is not bad, I specially invited a master to teach me."

Tifa took out a pair of small pink slippers from the shoe cabinet and changed them on. She came to Yimeng and looked at him with her hips crossed. Twist it up: "Why are you drinking again tonight..."

  Meng Tifa's words came to an abrupt end, she seemed to have discovered something, she suddenly leaned down, brushed away Yi Meng's silver bangs, and pressed her forehead against it.

  The foreheads of the two clashed together.

   Meng Tifa opened her small mouth in surprise: "It's a bit hot, do you have a fever?"

   "It's... all right."

Yi Meng looked at the gentle and familiar face of the girl in front of her. The violence and anger in her heart had subsided, and her unstable mood had calmed down again. Flat belly.

  Tifa's face was slightly red, and she suggested in a low voice: "Let's go inside the room."

  …

  In a single room with a bedside lamp.

   Until late at night.

  Yi Meng opened her eyes, looking at the beautiful side face of the girl next to her who was covered with sweat-wet wisps of temple hair, the white was tinged with red.

  His heart was extremely peaceful, as if he had vented out all the anxiety and depression and inexplicable anger in his heart.

  Same as three years ago.

  During the period of experiencing the nightmare, Yi Meng also felt angry for no reason, and her temperament became very bad.

  Until I met the young girl at the moment, that strange temperament symptom was suppressed.

  It was only later that Yi Meng realized that there is no better way to vent than destroying the perfect things.

   It is not so much that his symptoms are suppressed as that his symptoms are satisfied.

  He is still abnormal, sick, mentally abnormal, but temporarily restrained.

  Imeng closed her eyes.

  He is like a sword.

  The sword picks up flowers and sinks into the jade sheath.

  The edge is hidden.

  Yimeng gradually fell asleep with sleepiness.

   And at the moment Yi Meng fell asleep, beside her, the girl suddenly opened her wine-red eyes.

   "Sleep, sleep."

  The girl stared at the sleeping Yi Meng, raised the corners of her mouth, and murmured in a low voice: "Let's meet in a dream."

  …

  Down, down, down.

  Yimeng clearly felt that she was being drawn towards a dream.

   May this time.

  There is no light in the dream, not the dream of the previous Marvel universe, nor the dream of thousands of sword incarnations.

  Dream.

  Although it was dark, it was spacious enough and dead silent.

  Imeng felt as if she had entered the Gutenberg layer underground, and also as if she had entered a cosmic deep-space cemetery.

   Then, he saw an unknown existence imprisoned here.

  It has a three-meter-high and sturdy body, as if the strong muscle fibers poured by molten iron are exposed. The gray-white hard exoskeleton almost covers the whole body, and hideous white bone spurs protrude from the fist end to the back.

   Hurrah.

  Even in a deep sleep, the breath it exhales still forms a hurricane that sometimes scorches hot and sometimes freezes, raging and wreaking havoc in the current empty and boundless area!

  The existence of this kind of monster itself is the most unreasonable thing in the world, and it should never appear. It is like a synonym for destruction!

  Imeng was terrified.

   What caused him to fear was not this terrifying monster that would destroy everything when it woke up.

   It was Yi Meng who discovered that this bone spur monster was himself.

  (end of this chapter)