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At the foot of Canada's Rocky Mountains, the X-Men stood in a warning queue from afar, guarding Li Jie and Logan's father and son, not letting anyone disturb them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since the Rogan father and son were trapped in a special way by Li Jie, they have been trapped in the mental labyrinth built by thousands of years of building blocks. And after using the Jizo Buddha statue to construct an illusion for them in the mental labyrinth, it was only their own.

The father and son seemed to be in a state of immobilization. Logan's face occasionally showed a calm, angry, joyful expression.

But more often than not, it's an indescribable sadness. Although he was frozen and trapped, he fell to the ground weakly.

But he couldn't stop the big tears flowing from his eyes. He curled up his body like a baby who had just escaped from its mother's womb. It looks so weak and helpless.

Many of the X-Men frowned, showing worried expressions. Flickering and Jean stood together, she put her arm around Jean and asked worriedly, "Is Logan okay?"

Jean doesn't know what the situation is now. After all, she couldn't go and find out about Li Jie's situation now. Now Li Jie seems to be urging the vision composed of thousand-year-old building blocks and Buddha statues with all his might. There is simply no time to explain anything to others.

Qin could only smile reluctantly: "There should be no problem." Logan is a tough guy who has never been defeated. ”

Jean didn't know that maybe it didn't take so much cruel torture and torture to beat a tough guy in this world. That despair that comes from the depths of the soul is the truly terrible thing.

Li Jie urged his Buddhist energy so hard this time, and he felt that he had reached a critical value.

Although there is no explicit expression, he has such a feeling in the dark. He felt that Logan and the others were about to come out of the maze of thousand-year-old blocks.

Li Jie is making the strongest wave of energy output in Logan's final mind cleansing. Originally, the Jizo Buddha statue, which only emitted a faint light, began to shine brightly at this moment.

Everyone knows that Rogan and they're coming back!

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It's like falling into a bush of thorns. With every slight movement, I would be stabbed in the body by those sharp, sharp bushes, cutting through my skin. Leaving the flesh under my skin unprotected from the air.

Those thorny bushes pierced my body, injecting a poison called chaos into my bloodstream. I don't know where to start, I don't know where to end.

I am imprisoned in this prison called chaos, and I cannot be reincarnated, and I cannot be transcended. Whenever I try to do something, the poison called chaos will corrupt my heart.

The smell of blood was in the air, the smell I had been looking for for hundreds of years. Only by irrigating this chaotic thorn with the strongest blood can they grow more and more luxuriantly.

And I was able to continue living in this hell in the way I was used to. I don't want to resist, I don't want to crave hope. Because everything seems so powerless.

The corpses are my final destination. When the claws pierce the chest of any life, the familiar sound, the familiar smell. I'm used to it all.

I had given up praying when I knew it was all in vain. Hundreds of years, hundreds of times I struggled desperately. Every time I wanted to be free, this hell only tied me tighter.

I gave up my faith, I gave up the light.

It's all so familiar, and every time I pray for a different opening, I already know in my heart what the end will look like.

They take on different forms, different forms. But they all have the same taste. Chaos, gore, killing. A lingering nightmare.

Exhaustion and boredom wrapped around my body, and I didn't want to think hard anymore, nor did I want to do any more useless work. Because I already know what the outcome will be every time.

No matter how they begin, they always end the same way.

Eternal life is an unspeakable pain. I ended the lives of my last old friends with my own hands. They died with a smile on their faces, detached from everything in this world.

And I'm still in this dark and boundless hell struggling. I can't see light or hope. I gave up my mind and just wanted to fall into this dark hell forever.

I am willing to go to hell forever in exchange for those my friends, my love. May they be proud of everything that is beyond this mortal world.

Even if you are trapped in thorns, even if your body is injected with the poison of chaos. As long as they are well, I have nothing to fear.

I will continue to live in this dark hell with my sharp claws. Use the power of the rest of my life to help those who can get out of here transcend all this.

Even if the thorny bushes grow more and more luxuriant, even if it is possible that all this is useless.

I only know one thing. When darkness came, I was powerless to resist, and even prayer was useless. My enemies, the beasts that live on blood.

I will water this thorny hell with your blood until they bloom the most delicate flowers. Like the bright red of a rose, like the fiery heat of a rose.

I will be the only gardener in the dark hell. I will let this thorn grow all over hell. It is my last destiny in this life to lock you all up and let those bloodthirsty beasts be trapped in thorns.

Like mountains and seas, eternal and unchanging, I swear by my eternity. --BY James Howlett, John Rogan, Wolverine, Wolverine.

By every name, every journey I've ever had in my life. I will go to hell forever until this hell is full of delicate flowers.........

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Logan lay beside a small lake beneath the Canadian Rocky Mountains, his skin feeling the cold, hard touch of damp and icy pebbles.

There is also the smell of lake water and cedar trees that come in from your nose. Everything is so familiar, everything seems to go back to the way it used to be.

It was a time before the war began. When the sun shines on him, Logan confirms that this is not a dream. His eyes, clouded by tears, saw at once the people he wanted to see in his dreams.

They laughed and ran towards them. If this is my last dream before I die, please let me die in this dream.

Logan returned from his vision, lying limply on the ground. Everything seems to be real. He fell asleep tired. He came back, a little different, brought back something different.

Maybe everyone hasn't noticed it yet, but the current Wolverine is completely different from the original one, at least he knows that his original name is James Howlett!