Marvel Overwatch

There are always some strange things popping up in my mind, all kinds of monsters, strange stories, artillery fire, and injuries.

With a chill, Ding Xiaomi sat up from the bed, turned over, and unconsciously grabbed the dart on one side and held it in his hand. The sharp edge of the dart floated just in front of Tracer's neck.

"Huh, huhu", sweating coldly, he happily threw the dart aside, unwilling to look at the other person, and squatted on the corner of the bed.

He always has this kind of dream, and it's all about the worlds he's been to before, the wars between Captain America, where he suffered a lot of injuries, and almost stopped there because of infections, bullets, and the aftermath of cannonballs.

After that, the variable super power is out of control. Should we pay attention to and guide Andrew's psychology to avoid this guy's psychological distortion and powerful super power threat?

The scary forest cabin unexpectedly broke into, strange monsters, hell on earth.

A digitalized world, a magical data weapon.

Kill aliens with different and unpredictable abilities in the killing city.

Vampires, and all kinds of strange experiences. As they become stronger, fear continues to accompany them. I always try to persuade myself to forget them, but it’s so difficult.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." After adjusting her mood, Ding Xiaomi awkwardly apologized to Tracer.

"You are human too, you can also feel fear." Tracer came over, sat on the bed, and held his hand.

"Don't treat yourself like this. Get up and let's relax for a while. This will ruin you."

"You remember too many things that you should forget and internalize, don't do this." Tracer picked up the quilt that fell on the ground, put it on Ding Xiaomi's body, and hugged him slightly.

He glanced at Tracer and calmed down a little. But somehow, the nightmare that he hadn't had for a long time actually happened again. Are there any sequelae?

Are the battles along the way too much?

Closing his eyes, he saw the scene of soldiers running on the snowy field. Suddenly a bullet struck, passed through the air, and hit his knee directly. The unwilling soldier did not dare to shout out. The blood was flowing, but he was afraid to shout. , that’s when the second bullet came.

Opening his eyes, Ding Xiaomi hugged the stunned Tracer at some point, but she was covered in cold sweat and cold, and the atmosphere was not that awkward.

He hurriedly let her go, and the two of them came to the living room together.

Sitting in front of the sofa, together with Rikong, sat and looked at the computer.

There are some news about superheroes on the computer, some praising them and some slandering them. Of course, Ding Xiaomi doesn't care about these. He agrees that to do good things, just do it casually and force yourself to do it every day. That's really meaningless. What else do the police need to do? They're all going to get lunch.

Tracer was sitting next to him. Her name was Lena Oxton. She was an adventurer. In her memory, she didn't belong to this world. It was just another vague feeling that told her not to think about such things. And I can't say it out loud.After experiencing many battles and with her own ideas, Tracer found this good friend in her "memory", an equally extraordinary guy.

She saw something different in the other person, cohesion, a guy who has been working hard. Cohesion is when everyone comes together and fights with him. If these people are forced to be together, over time they will still have conflicts and break up. It's the cohesion that holds them together.

But Tracer saw fear and exhaustion in him again.

Tracer put on Ding Xiaomi's clothes and said, "Let's take a break. How about we go out for a drink and have fun together in the afternoon."

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nbsp; "Okay" immediately agreed, Ding Xiaomi clicked on the music and played an r.

"Wow, it feels good to play some music in the morning." Hanzo glared at Ding Xiaomi while holding his breakfast.

"Of course." Feeling that her playlist was still good, Ding Xiaomi listened to the song and relaxed on the sofa.

For songs with great rhythm, sometimes the lyrics are no longer important. Listening to the pleasant rhythm can make you feel better, and the rhythm of the music can always penetrate your heart.

The pleasant time kept passing by. Ding Xiaomi took Tracer to her home in the morning, played with her sister for a long time, and spent some time with her family.

They started wandering around in the afternoon, and Tracer took him to the

I went to the mall and walked around randomly, picking out various clothes for Ding Xiaomi.

A tall and handsome guy, who always makes people feel masculine, and a beautiful British beauty, the two of them walked around the mall, meeting various people, pointing and giggling from time to time.

What was originally a great combination suddenly turned into a crazy combination.

Tracer picked out many different kinds of clothes for Ding Xiaomi. For some reason, Ding Xiaomi now looks like a 30-year-old in clothes. She is handsome yet mature and can always make the waiter talk to her.

time Square.

The two of them went crazy and loaded all the things Tracer picked up and bought into the car. Ding Xiaomi said hello to the driver and asked him to take him home.

The driver is a killer trained by Widowmaker. He was sent to be Ding Xiaomi's driver and act as a bodyguard.

"But, sir, Miss Widowmaker has asked me to follow you at all times."

"Should you protect me or should I protect you?" Ding Xiaomi waved to the driver and took Tracer around.

In fact, it doesn't matter where. The main thing is that there is someone who is willing to accompany an uncomfortable man and play around with him, or it is a good friend or a woman.

A familiar figure appeared in his sight, wearing white short-sleeves. This guy kept running forward, like a person who was out of touch with the times. He always looked around with vigilance and confusion.

A familiar person ran in their direction. Ding Xiaomi was completely stunned at this time, hinting to herself that the other person could not recognize him, but her body could not control herself and wanted to give this guy a long-lost meeting gift.

Wearing beige pants, the man woke up and felt unfamiliar with his surroundings. He knocked away the woman, kicked down the wall, rushed out, and ran out of the building.

The streets were full of unfamiliar costumes, tall steel buildings, and dense traffic. The man didn't know why he appeared here, and why everything was so strange.

Turning his head without stopping, he saw in front of him a man in a blue suit. He was holding a female companion, a beautiful woman.

It's just that they seem to be colliding.

He wanted to stop quickly, but he didn't think the two ordinary people opposite him could withstand his collision.

But after a while of spinning and shaking of his vision, he knew that he seemed to have been thrown over the shoulder.

Ding Xiaomi was stronger than the opponent when grabbing the opponent. He grabbed the guy directly, exerted great force on his body, and slammed the guy to the ground with a big bang. It was a big greeting.

"Oh, hoo, I'm definitely dreaming." Captain America Steve, wearing white short-sleeves, lay on the road and breathed a sigh of relief. This guy dropped himself in a perverted way. Who is he?