Djinn starting from Marvel

"boring boring..."

Ding Hao waved his hand and dismissed the bustling little world in front of him. The creatures in the world were scattered like yellow sand. There was no resistance and no accidents happened, because this was not a real world in itself.

As the aggregation of all the djinn in the world and the original djinn sitting on the sea of ​​wishes, Ding Hao himself can travel through multiple worlds and find some fun for himself while realizing wishes in various senses.

Unfortunately, someone was having too much fun, and multiple gods from the multiverse launched attacks on Ding Hao at the same time. Ding Hao did not lose, but when the last anchor point was cleared by the Creation Dragon King, he was also in a sense Lost.

The disappearance of the anchor points will not have any impact on Ding Hao himself, but as the genie, he can only influence and observe other real worlds through those anchor points. With the anchor points gone, Ding Hao, who was born in this lonely and endless void, can only use those anchor points to influence and observe other real worlds. Hao could only fall into boredom.

Ding Hao also thought about being a creator god for once, but there is no basis for the existence of the world in the endless void. If you build it bit by bit out of thin air, that is not looking for fun, that is looking for trouble, and that is very boring.

I don’t know how long he has been floating, but finally, Ding Hao felt a call from other universes. The quality of this call was very poor. The personal strength and willpower of the caller could not be compared with Ding Hao’s previous anchor. However, He has no choice now.

"Hey! A new world! This time I swear, I will be a good djinn, well, in every sense of the word!"

Ding Hao pointed his finger at the world coordinates carried in the cry, and a bit of spirituality passed through the endless void and arrived in an instant.

"Hey! Friend, today is your lucky day. The djinn has favored you. Now you can make three wishes!"

Ding Hao said very grandly to the man who fell to the ground in front of him. Although this man's clothes are tattered, his face is cunning, and the smell of his soul is disgusting, the djinn in a good mood is very generous!

Sanders, who is synonymous with doing any evil as long as there is benefit, sounds like a great villain, but in Hell's Kitchen, he is just one of many gangsters among many gangs.

Ten minutes ago, Sanders' gang was raided. In an instant, the boss who was having fun had a bloody hole in his head, just like the one who was traveling in a Lincoln. , you can see directly from the front to the back.

As an inconspicuous little guy in the gang, Sanders has successfully preserved his life until now by relying on his low priority. Unfortunately, this "superhero" is the kind who eliminates all evil and his life is like a candle in the wind. , but now, a turning point seems to have appeared.

Sanders' eyes kept jumping on the bullets that were stuck in the air. Behind these bullets, there were little ripples that pushed away the air, just like the plot in the movie.

I survived? !

No! It’s me who’s developed!

Sanders looked at Ding Hao with intense eyes. He instantly accepted the meaning of the djinn, trembled with excitement, and got up from the ground.

Ding Hao is dragging a small golden kettle on the palm of his right hand. There is a wick with a little nod on the spout. A faint yellow mist spurts out from the spout and falls down, forming Ding Hao's current shape. Deputy spirit body.

Making a wish has to be a bit ritualistic. Although it's not very meaningful, he's so handsome!

"Hey, you can make a wish now."

Ding Hao looked at the battlefield with his eyes and said casually to Sanders, "Really, if it weren't for the anchor point, the broken red wine glasses and scattered corpses here would be more attractive to Ding Hao than the guy in front of him. This is The real world~ Awesome!

"The Great Djinn, I wish for him to die!"

Sanders pointed at the killer who was also immobilized and shouted loudly. He knew this man's code name, the famous Punisher, but today, the Punisher was going to die in his hands, Sanders!

"Oh, that's easy."

Just when Ding Hao was about to realize Sanders' wish, Sanders suddenly reacted. Greed flooded his brain, overwhelmed his reason, and he immediately changed his mind.

"No, no, great genie, this is not my first wish, let me think about it again!"

Now, Ding Hao became a little interested. Looking at Sanders, who was jumping up and down like a monkey, walking around, thinking about how to maximize his profits, Ding Hao knew why he could hear his voice.

This man's level of greed is second-to-none even if he puts it in the abyss. He is so greedy that he can break through the oppression of death, and even dares to go back on his word in front of the djinn. This is not what ordinary people can do.

"I want to become a god! If not, the strongest person under the gods can do it!"

After thinking hard, Sanders clapped his hands vigorously and looked at Ding Hao with desire.

What a boring wish...what a stupid statement...

Ding Hao's interest suddenly disappeared. He threw the lamp pot in his hand casually, and Sanders was immediately sucked into it, with an expression of frozen expectation on his face.

"I declare that you are now the djinn." Ding Hao then said, "Your first wish has come true."

Trapped in the lamp kettle, Sanders' sense of security was shattered by a sudden accident. Panic took over his brain, and his second wish blurted out, "No, no, no, I want to change back to my original appearance!"

"Okay, there's one left, hurry up." Ding Hao released Sanders.

Greedy people are sometimes interesting to Ding Hao, but greedy and brainless guys are boring. Moreover, Ding Hao has heard too much about this kind of people and similar wishes before, and there is nothing new at all.

Sanders reappeared and patted his chest in a panic. He seemed to realize that the djinn was not easy to talk to, but as soon as he left the danger, the word greed would always occupy his mind.

"My last wish is three more wishes!"

Sanders gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and finally decided to take a gamble.

Ding Hao's good mood and last bit of patience were completely gone. With a wave of his right hand, Sanders' thoughts were stretched to an extremely long time. His three new wishes will be buried by time and will never be expressed.

At the end of the wish-making session, Ding Hao received an anchor point of poor quality, and his target turned to the Punisher who had regained his mobility.

"Hey, do you want to make a wish? Three wishes, all for free~" Ding Hao moved his eyebrows, the lamp pot floated back to his right hand, and extended his invitation to Frank the Punisher.

Frank took two steps back. Do you think he is a fool? Sanders turned into that demented look before his eyes. Even if the djinn in front of him had abilities from myths and legends, he was certainly not a serious djinn.