Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A man and a woman looked at each other in the air, cold sweat slowly streaming down Hoffa's face, and his fists gradually clenched. The nightmare **** slowly bent down, his long golden hair hanging in Hoffa's ears:

"Promise, Hoffa Bach, look around, isn't this the world you love so much? There are many people waiting for you to save them. They were in double pain fifty years ago."

Hoffa panted, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"This is the meaning of being a savior, this is the meaning of transcending the mundane, and this is the limit that life can reach." The two were getting closer and closer, and the bright lips of the God of Nightmare were about to touch Hoffa's ears: " Promise, I will help you, whatever you want."

"Ha...Ha..." Hoffa panted and stammered: "As long as... as long as I promise, will you help me go back fifty years ago?"

"Yes." The Nightmare God nodded.

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

"Yes, I promise." The nightmare **** raised his mouth, revealing a fascinating, inverted smile, quietly waiting for the answer from the other party.

After breathing for a while, on the silent stage, chaotic spotlights lingered from the two people. When Hoffa's face was photographed, he tilted his head, with a trace of contempt on his face--"But, I refuse."

The smile on the face of the nightmare **** disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye: "What?"

"My favorite thing Hoffa Bach does is to say NO to people who think they are smarter than me." He pushed off the drum set, stood up, and pushed her back against the blonde woman's face step by step. : "Hmph, even as a god, there are corners that you can't reach. Even if you watch my heart so many times, you still don't know anything about me."

The blonde woman's eyes widened, stepped back step by step, back to the corner of the stage, her eyes seemed to be looking at a creature that she never understood.

Seeing the **** of the little monster, an extremely refreshing feeling of revenge against the world's fate appeared on Hoffa's chest, which made him extremely happy. He pinched the sharp chin of the **** in front of him and picked it up.

"Do you know, what is my biggest gain after being a local tyrant for a month?"

The nightmare **** does not answer.

Hoffatter chuckled softly in her ear: "If you ask someone to do something, you have to behave a little bit, especially for a man of honorable status like me."

The nightmare god's face turned gloomy: "Do you know what you are talking about."

"I know."

Hoffa let go, put his hands behind him, and walked out of the theater without looking back: "I'm glad you can come back and find me, little monster. It's really fortunate for you to perform with you, but with this kind of opportunity to save the world, you still Let it be for others. As for me, I will eat and wait to die to become a rich second generation, hahahaha..."

He walked farther and farther, the blond woman stood on the empty stage illuminated by the spotlights, looking at the young man's back, gritted her teeth and said loudly, "Call me whenever you think about it, and I will help you."

Hoffa raised his arm, made a gesture of goodbye, strode across the group of sleeping tramps, and walked out of the theater.

Outside the theater, the sky was already white, and the long and difficult night was coming to an end. A black extended Rolls-Royce as long as a bus drove slowly towards the theater and stopped in front of Hoffa.

He held the handle of the car with a happy expression and pulled the door open with a click.

But at this moment.

Accompanied by a very brilliant fire, and a secret and triumphant chuckle: "Hum ha ha ha ha ha..."

A strong ominous omen surged in his mind, it was almost a lifeless breath that could be smelled through his nose, Hoffa's smile disappeared, and he looked back abruptly.

Boom! !

A dazzling white light shot into the sky from the theater, like a huge flame skull, directly tore the dome of the theater and threw it high into the sky. The rubble rumblingly fell to the ground and hit the roof of his luxury car. It was as if someone dropped a high-explosive bomb in the theater he bought, and flames sprayed out from every corner of the building's windows.

big Bang!

He was shocked.

The driver hired at a high price in Rolls-Royce was very professional. He jumped out of the car for the first time, held Hoffa's shoulder, and pushed him into the luxury car, "Quickly go, Mr. Bach!"

The intensity of the unknown became stronger and stronger, he backhanded the driver back into the car, then slammed on the door, and ran back to the theater.

The tongue of fire licked past him. Some peculiar silver light spots floated in the theater, the fluorescent spotlights on the top were blown up, crackling electric wires dragged in the air, drew out a line of electric lights, thick smoke billowed in the theater, flames from all corners The tide generally gushes out.

Countless tramps, addicts, punk parties who were hypnotized by the **** of nightmares still lie on the ground...They lie in the flames, everyone holding rolls of pound sterling in their hands, and their faces still keep the carnival. Smile, but there is no meaning to stand up to avoid disaster.

"Hey!!"

Hoffa's hair exploded and turned pale in shock. Thinking of the thousands of lives in his theater, he did not hesitate to prop up the Shield Curse.

"Wake up!!!"

A huge arc-shaped shield appeared and blocked the people who fell asleep on the ground. He roared loudly, trying to wake them up: "Wake up!"

A hint of silver light floated from the mouth of the sleeping person and flew straight to the center of the stage. At the same time, their bodies were being licked by the tongue of flames, usually in pieces. As if it was not the flesh that burned, but the paper.

Following the flying silver light, I saw a man wearing a metal birdcage slowly stood up in the thick flames in the middle of the stage, and he glanced sideways while standing in front of the theater with a shield. The young man, with his hands folded, a huge red triangular eye appeared behind him, and the man wearing the birdcage turned back and walked into the vertical pupil of the red eye.

"stop!"

The air was scorching hot like boiling water, and Hoffa was furious. Everything that happened here was under his control. He hadn't thought that someone would dare to hit his place like this. He not only smashed his place, but also wanted to kill everyone present under his protection.

He supported the shield and rushed towards the huge red eyes shining on the stage, but the red eyes swirled and disappeared. Together with that strange man, he was swallowed by endless yellow flames, leaving no trace.

When Hoffa rushed to the center of the theater, he didn't see anything. Only the blond woman who had just talked to him fell to the ground, her clothes all scorched and she closed her eyes and stayed awake.

"Hello? Little monster?"

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

"This......?"

Boom!

The bursting ceiling smashed a huge broken wooden beam and smashed it less than three centimeters away from him, smashing out countless sparks and hot charcoal, and the fire in the whole theater became more and more prosperous.

"Damn it!"

He spread his wings behind his back and flew out of the theater, trying to become a thunderbird, calling for rain to extinguish the flames.

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

Under that round of sunlight, the magic power surging in his body faded like a tide.

Its daybreak.

A **** of Gan Niang was held in his throat abruptly, the wings behind him turned into nothingness, and he fell straight down.