Mom, I am an unfilial son. I promised you to be a great hero, I wanted to have a successful career and marry the most beautiful girl to be my wife. I was supposed to be the biggest hero in the galaxy like my father, worshipped by everyone. But unfortunately, my life has just begun, but it's coming to an end. I'm sorry I didn't live up to my promise......"

Legend has it that people will look back on their lives in just a few seconds before they die, and those fragments of life will flash in front of their eyes like a marquee, so this situation is also called "the marquee of life". Sam felt like he was caught up in the marquee of life, and every second passed very long. Every second I can recall a lot of things in my life.

Sam closed his eyes as the three-headed hellhound lunged at him, he didn't want to face the white fangs, and he didn't want to see himself being eaten alive by the three-headed dog. Legend has it that if a person is bitten off from the waist, he will not die immediately, but will struggle for a while and be conscious. I really don't want to see myself torn in half, because I will have nightmares when I sleep at night.

People say that the time before death will be extended, and Sam originally didn't believe it. But now he believes, and he closes his eyes and waits for the three-headed dog of hell to tear him apart. He already felt himself being taken into the mouth by the big dog, and the white fangs of the Sensen had touched his skin, making him feel painful. But his consciousness didn't disappear immediately, and Sam even had time to reminisce about his life experience from kindergarten to junior high school, which Sam felt might have taken several minutes. However, Sam knew that less than a second had passed in reality, and that everything was the work of his own subjective consciousness.

But the time of my subjective consciousness is really long, I have finished recalling my life, and I even have time to imagine the future. And why does it feel a little shaking? Sam was wondering as if he had been vomited by the three-headed dog, and he fell heavily to the ground from a great height.

"Ahh Sam felt like all his bones were going to shatter. "Hey, won't this three-headed hellhound eat me? Am I still alive? is it making me unpalatable?" Sam had a lot of questions, and he crawled up through the pain.

He opened his eyes now, and looked at the giant three-headed hellhound with some fear. And while Sam looked at the huge creature in fear, the three-headed dog of hell continued to shrink its size, until it became two circles larger than the ordinary Tibetan mastiff, and then it did not change its size.

"Wangwang~" The three-headed dog made a cute bark, and then jumped to the side, and rolled on the ground twice while running, and then ran all the way to a man in a straight suit and rubbed it at his feet, and rolled twice on the ground from time to time, and his mouth also made a cute cry: "Whoop~Whoa~Whoa~" The cry of selling cuteness, not to mention how happy the little tail was.

And this man in a dark green suit was none other than the famous tyrant Doom! I saw him stretch out his hand and pat the three heads of the three-headed dogs of hell, and the three-headed dogs of hell had a look of satisfaction and enjoyment. Then Doom reached out and grabbed it in the air, and a yellow tennis ball appeared in his hand. He said to the three-headed dog, "Go and help me get it back." With that, Doom threw the tennis ball away, and the fierce three-headed dog ran out to help Doom pick it up.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw all this, is all this true? Doesn't it mean that the three-headed dog of hell is very vicious? Why does such a fierce and terrible three-headed dog look like a golden retriever raised at home in Doom's hands?

And when Doom finishes dealing with the domestic golden retriever, oh no, it's the three-headed dog of hell. He turned to look at Sam, "You're Sam?"

"Yes, yes!" Sam stood straight, trying to show his spirit. But Doom saw through the fact that he was a coward at a glance, and Doom laughed shamefully: "Didn't you just be so scared by Sanhua that you almost went incontinent?"

"Three, three flowers?!"

"It's this three-headed dog of hell. Doom patted the three-headed dog of hell who had picked up the tennis ball, then grabbed a handful of dog food for him to eat, and then threw the tennis ball out for the three-headed dog to pick up. Doom glanced at Sam, although Doom's expression looked like an upright handsome guy, Sam didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, he's a notorious guy, and someone who keeps the three-headed dog of hell as a pet can be easy to mess with?

"I've heard the Nightkin say. He said he wanted to help you develop your guts with me. Doom motioned for Sam to follow in his footsteps: "Looks like you're cowardly. ”

"No!" Sam defended his guts, as no young man of his age wanted others to think of him as a coward. So he said, "I don't have a lot of guts!"

Doom looked at Sam deeply, and then let out a burst of inexplicable laughter. The sound made Sam furious, and Doom said meaningfully, "Are you really bold?"

"Yes!" Sam replied very seriously.

"That's good. It just so happens that I am missing a breeder here. You can do just that. "Doom looks very much like Sam.

Sam, on the other hand, felt as if he was humiliating himself when he heard Doom's words, and said, "The Nightkin arranged for me to come here to train me. Even if you're a famous Doom, you can't look down on me like that. I'm not here to help you feed your cats and dogs. ”

Doom smiled: "Feed the cats and dogs? No, you don't have the qualifications yet." Do you think you can feed the three-headed dog of hell?"

"Uh......" Sam felt that what he said was a bit too much.

"Actually, all you can do here is to help me feed some of my displays. As he said this, Doom led Sam to a large, dark room.

"What are the displays?" Sam wondered.

A smile appeared on the corner of Doom's mouth: "Something very interesting, demon gods from various universes!" As soon as Doom's words fell, the originally dark room became bright, and what was not clear in the dark could now be seen by Sam. And Sam, who originally prided himself as a very bold man, was so frightened that he sat on the ground at this moment, and he now had no image to speak of and trembled and said: "I, I, I can ~ can I quit?!" Sam was about to cry!

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