A man and a woman looked at each other across the air. A cold sweat slowly flowed down Hoffa's face. His fist gradually clenched. The God of nightmare bent down slowly, with long golden hair hanging in Hoffa's ear:

"promise, Hoffa Bach, look around. Isn't this the world you love deeply? There are many people waiting for you to save them. They were in double suffering 50 years ago."

Hoffa gasped, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"That's the meaning of being a savior, that's the meaning of transcending the mundane, that's the limit that life can reach." Two people stick closer and closer, nightmare's bright lips are already close to Hoffa's ears: "promise, I will help you, whatever."

"Ha... Ha..." Hoffa gasped and stammered, "as long as I promise, will you help me go back 50 years ago?"

"Yes." Nightmare nodded.

"As long as... As long as I promise to go back, will you help me defeat sylby?"

"Yes, I promise." The angel of nightmare's mouth rises, showing a charming smile, waiting for the other side's answer.

Gasping for a while, on the silent stage, the disordered spotlights lingered from the two people. When he photographed Hoffa's face, he tilted his head and showed a trace of contempt - "but I refuse."

The smile on the God of nightmare's face disappeared with the naked eye speed: "what?"

"My favorite thing Hoffa Bach does is to say no to people who think they are smarter than me." He pushed aside the drum, stood up, and pushed her back step by step with the face of a blonde woman: "hum, even as a God, there are corners that can't be touched. Even after watching my heart so many times, you still know nothing about me. "

The blonde woman's eyes widened and stepped back to the corner of the stage, as if she was looking at a creature she never understood.

Looking at the little monster's ghost like appearance, a feeling of revenge for the world's fate appeared in Hoffa's chest, which made him very happy. He held the sharp chin of the God in front of him and picked it up.

"Do you know what I got most from being a local tyrant for a month?"

The God of nightmare did not answer.

In her ear, hoffetter said with a smile, "when you ask for help, you have to be humble, especially to a man of noble status like me."

The God of nightmare's face darkened: "do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know."

Huo fasong opened his hand, put his hand behind him, and walked out of the theater without looking back: "I'm glad you can come back to me, little monster. It's a great honor to perform with you. However, you'd better give it to someone else. As for me, I'll just wait to die and become a rich second generation, ha ha ha ha...

as he goes farther and farther, the blonde woman stands shooting Under the light of the open stage, looking at the young man's back, gritted his teeth and said aloud: "you think about it, call me at any time, I will help you."

Hoffa raised his arm, gestured goodbye, strode over the sleeping tramps and walked out of the theatre.

Outside the theater, the sky has turned pale, and the long night is coming to an end. A long black Rolls Royce, as long as a bus, drove slowly to the theater and stopped in front of Hoffa.

He took the car handle with a happy face and opened the door with a click.

But at this point.

With a brilliant fire and a sly and proud smile: "hum ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

a strong ominous omen came to my heart. It was almost a dead breath that could be smelled by my nose. The smile on Hoffa's face disappeared, and he suddenly looked back.

Boom!!

A dazzling white light rose from the theater, like a huge flame skull, tearing the dome of the whole theater directly, throwing it into the air, and the rubble crashed into the ground and hit the roof of his house. It was as if someone had dropped a high explosive bomb in the theater he had bought, and flames were shooting out of every corner of the building window.

Big bang!

He was shocked.

The expensive driver in Rolls Royce was very professional. He jumped out of the car for the first time, pressed Hoffa's shoulder and pushed him into the luxury car. "Go, Mr. Bach!"

The strong uncertainty became stronger and stronger. He pushed the driver back into the car with his backhand, then slammed the door and trotted back to the theater.

The tongue of fire licked past him. Some peculiar silver light spots are dancing in the theater. The fluorescent spotlight on the top is blown up. The crackling wires are dragged in the air, drawing out electric lights. Smoke is rolling in the theater, and flames are pouring out from every corner.

On the ground, there are still countless vagrants, addicts, punks who are hypnotized by the God of nightmares... They are lying in the flames, each holding a roll of pounds in his hand, still keeping a carnival smile on his face, but they don't mean to get up to avoid disaster."Hello!"

Hoffa's hair exploded and he was shocked. Thinking of thousands of lives in his theater, he did not hesitate to hold up the shield curse.

"Wake up!"

A huge arc shield appeared, blocking the people who fell asleep, he roared, trying to wake them up: "wake up

A sliver of silver light floated out of the mouth of the sleeping man and flew straight to the center of the stage. At the same time, their bodies are also in the licking of the tongue of fire, generally fragmented. As if it was not the body that burned, but the paper.

Following the flying silver light, a man with a metal cage stood up slowly in the middle of the stage in the thick fire. He slightly glanced at the young man with a shield standing at the gate of the theater. His hands crossed, and a huge red triangle eye appeared behind him. The man with a cage turned back and walked into the vertical corner of the red eye Pupil.

"Stop!"

The air was as hot as boiling water. Hoffa was furious. Everything happened here was under his control. He didn't expect that someone would dare to smash his place like this. Not only smashed his field, but also wanted to kill all the people present under his own protection.

Holding his shield, he rushed to the huge red eyes shining on the stage, but the red eyes whirled and disappeared. Together with that strange man, he was engulfed by endless yellow flames, leaving no trace.

When Hoffa rushed to the center of the theater, he saw nothing but the blonde woman who had just talked to him fell to the ground, her clothes all scattered and her eyes closed.

"Hello? Little monster? "

Hoffa shook her body, but as soon as he picked up the nearly perfect body, it became fragments and dissipated into the air.

"This

Boom!

The cracked ceiling smashed a huge broken wooden beam, which was less than three centimeters away from him. Countless sparks and hot charcoal were thrown out, and the fire in the theater became more and more fierce.

"Damn it

He spread his wings behind his back and flew out of the theater. He wanted to become a Thunderbird and call for rain to extinguish the fire.

But when he flew into the sky, he saw a red sun rising from the horizon in the distance.

In that round of sunlight, the magic of Pengbai in his body faded like the tide.

It's daybreak.

A ganniang's rude words stiffly choked in the throat, the wings behind turned into nothingness, he fell straight down.