The Death Knell

Hela's conjecture is not completely impossible, because death is a conceptual embodiment, but unlike the second sister with the same name, she especially likes to speed up the death process of creatures.

I don't know why she is so eager, it seems that she always wants to make the creature die quickly, as if she is in a hurry to complete some task indicators.

Obviously no creature can escape death, she can just wait quietly like the second sister.

However, the problem is not big, death has an advantage, that is, she knows how to follow the trend.

Even if she really planned to use the Seed of Death to do something bad this time, after Su Ming killed all the thugs, that is, those men in black robes, she would naturally have no extra thoughts.

She has always had ideas, but she lacks execution ability, otherwise she would not have bewitched Thanos in the past.

"No, the goddess of death loves Thanos so much, how could she stand on the opposite side of us?" So Su Ming seriously corrected Hela's thoughts, and waved her hand to signal her to stop saying, "I believe she was kidnapped." Leaving, or cheating at worst, right, Thanos?"

"Um!"

Thanos nodded without hesitation. Anyway, since he acted together, he gave an affirmative answer the fastest this time.

"Let's go, Cloak, take us to follow, to see what new tricks can be played in the cave." Su Ming almost didn't laugh out loud, what should I say? Anything that touches death will make Thanos become Jiang Zhi, this is really love makes people blind.

The magic floating cloak rolled up four people and one cat, and continued to maintain an invisible state. It flew over the hot construction site without a sound, and smoothly got into the huge cave.

………

There was darkness in front of him, and people couldn't breathe as if they were pressed under the water. Peter wanted to find his teammates, but he suddenly couldn't remember who his teammates were.

The air became thicker, but the body became light and ethereal. A melodious piece of music seemed to be reverberating in the mind. There were no lyrics, but it made people feel that it was depicting some silent and grand scene.

The memory gradually faded away, and he found that his hands and feet could not move, and the whole person seemed to be lying on a small boat. The boat was shaking slightly and slowly advancing along the current.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the light through his eyelids, the kind that was bright with some blood, and even something warm touched his cheeks, like spring breeze and silk.

He opened his eyes forcefully and sat up abruptly.

But then, he fell into self-doubt.

The place where he woke up was in a spacious bedroom. The bed alone was more than five meters wide. The room was decorated with various antiques that were worth a lot of money at first glance, and even the ceiling was painted with murals.

He couldn't think of anything other than his name was Peter, such as who he was, where he was, and what he wanted to do.

But soon someone entered the room and solved his last question. It was a well-dressed old man holding a plate in his hand to remind 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 his body always had a feeling that he was very familiar with the old man, and even when the other party just picked up the napkin, he subconsciously raised his hand.

"..."

Numbly being covered with a napkin, watching the plate being placed on the small table and pushed to the bedside, the old man began to introduce exactly what dishes were in today's breakfast and where the ingredients came from.

"What year is it today, butler?"

After interrupting the introduction of the ingredients, Peter asked so. At this moment, he realized that his voice was sharp and thin, very pleasant, and it was a perfect female voice.

"Miss, are you still awake? Hehe, this year is 1892." The old butler smiled lovingly, brought a cup full of milk, and even rushed to answer: "If Miss still wants to ask where this is, then I can do it too." Answer, this is Nottinghamshire, England, your home is on the beautiful River Trent."

While speaking, the butler walked towards the balcony of the bedroom, and as he opened the heavy curtains, he opened the door leading to the balcony

The glass door, the scenery outside the window greets the eye.

This bedroom is probably located on the third floor of a large house. From the window, you can see the vast garden in front of the house, and you can see the river in the distance and the city beside the river.

In addition, there are a large number of chimneys emitting black smoke, and the busy boats on the river, all of which are covered with black coal.

Of course, the river in the distance has nothing to do with its beauty, because it seems that you can smell the stench it emits from a few kilometers away. It is a kind of dead fish and rotten shrimp, mixed with the whole city. The smell of excrement is not without the smell of cinders and waste water from industrial pollution.

Fortunately, there is a garden. The flowers and dew in the garden filter the air and make the smell less pungent. This is probably why people like the big garden in front of the door.

"...It seems that something is wrong, I seem to have forgotten something." Peter stretched out his little white hand, and pulled his long blond hair behind his ears. She sat on the bed and lowered her head thinking: "I can't remember...yesterday, no, A thing of the past."

It's not just these things, she feels like she can't remember anything, and her mind is blank.

Even though the body is very familiar with everything around it, including the bed, the window, and the sterling silver knife and fork stuffed in this hand, it seems that it has been touched countless times.

But she really didn't have the slightest impression.

After ensuring that the room was ventilated, the butler walked back to the bed with a smile on his face. He brought the tray and the small table to the bed, stuck Peter's legs under the table, and gracefully opened the big breakfast cover:

"If this is your new plan, miss, if you want to use it to stop eating eggs, then it won't work. Madam has emphasized that even a lady has to go through enough practice to crack open eggs gracefully. and eat."

Ah, I remembered something, yes, what is an egg, I remembered.

Peter originally wanted to say, why resist eating eggs? Aren’t eggs delicious? Whether it’s boiled or fried, UU Reading www. uukanshu.comEven if it is eaten raw, it is fine.

Yes, things like mayonnaise popped up in my memory, um, egg-based mayonnaise and tartar sauce.

Strange, why do I have these in my memory? I am the daughter of a country nobleman, so I should have never seen something so delicate that only a queen should be entitled to enjoy it, right?

Peter was lost in thought, and even though she had a splitting headache, she was still trying to remember, and even the toes under the thin blanket curled up.

However, following the elegant gesture of the butler showing the breakfast, the hand with the orchid fingers lifted the small lid on the egg cup, and Peter saw what was in the small cup.

Black and white are distinct, and the bones are still turning, as if staring at her "egg"...

She screamed.

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