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Snow!

Heavy snow!

The cold wind is mixed with the flying snow, and the wind is icy and the snow is cold. In this weather, few people usually go out, but in this cold that should be empty, there are two people standing opposite each other.

"You're here."

"I'm coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"I don't want to come either."

"But here you are."

"He asked me to come."

"Him?"

In the cold wind, the man finally raised his head. It was a tall man with a full beard, and his most memorable thing was that he looked like a wolf.

Ruthless as a wolf.

Ruthless as a wolf.

His hands were steady, and even the claws on his hands were just as steady and ruthless.

"He gave me a knife and said it could kill you." The man opposite smiled helplessly and raised his head as well.

This is a thin child, his face is as pale as the thick white powder on the face of Wang Ermazi's wife on the street next door, and a pair of eyes occupy half of the whole face, looking like a dead person, and the kind that has been dead for half a year.

The cold wind blew, and the boy curled up and coughed bitterly in the cold wind, gasping for breath.

"So I'm here to see what in the world can kill you."

The bearded eyes fell into the distance through the vast snow, and his eyes were extremely tired.

"Then I have to thank him."

The cold wind is howling, and it is slaughtering! Just then, a voice broke the atmosphere.

"Michelangelo, you're enough! Watch the game and don't talk again! Leonardo, the big brother of the Turtles, turned around and slapped Michelangelo on the head, brutally suppressing his resistance.

Michelangelo was a born bard, and the vivid narration of the story made the Morlock team who listened to it with relish a great pity.

The battle in the training ground has begun, and seeing that the opponent is such a thin opponent, Wolverine Logan, who feels humiliated, has automatically entered the state called "Berserker's Fury", running forward with his legs raised and his eyes solemn.

In this state, he will be as furious as an animal with a strong desire to attack, exerting his beast-like perception and fighting instincts, and attacking even more brutally.

Although Wolverine hated this state, he knew that it had saved his life many, many times. Under the guidance of Professor X, Wolverine learns to face himself and begins to consciously control his instincts, using his own firm personal sense of honor and moral code to restrain his furious self.

At this moment, Matthew's eyes lit up on the edge of the training ground, and in his telepathic perception, Wolverine Logan used hypnosis at this moment to let the complete subconscious that represents the "id" instead of the conscious "self" gain control of the body, and the "superego" representing morality restricts the behavior of the "id" as a supervision. The three work in an orderly manner, allowing Wolverine to transform into a controlled killing machine.

Wolverine's burly body quickly passed through the snow curtain, rolling up snowflakes and flying behind him, like an alpine avalanche, like a rainbow. Caliban, the psychic powerhouse on the opposite side, seemed to be frightened, still standing motionless, his thin body shivering in the cold wind.

Feeling the threat of the opponent, Wolverine Logan's wild murderous aura slowly faded. Restrained by the moral "superego", the steel claws in his hands withdrew from the flesh and threw a hard iron fist at Caliban's head.

At this moment, Caliban raised his head and urged his abilities with all his might. The psychic ability flowed towards Wolverine Logan like a torrent, and this spiritual power did not have any murderous or malicious intent, only with childish enthusiasm.

"Logan, why are you in pain? Why grieve? ”

"Logan, why did you lose your memory?"

"Logan, let me help you."

Between the lightning and the flint, everything is stagnant. The snowflakes were strangely suspended in mid-air, and Wolverine Logan's fist stopped, and the expression on his face was still full of doubt and exhaustion. Caliban's eyeballs bulged out strangely, reflecting the snowfall in the sky, bright and dark, like a whirlpool connecting another world.

And at the level of ideas, an even more dangerous battle is unfolding.

Caliban's telekinesis enters Wolverine's spiritual world. This is to come to a quiet and desolate snowy field. In the distance, there was a blue sky, sometimes changing to blood red, and the air was filled with a lingering smell of gunsmoke, like the battlefield of Shura. The snowfields are vast and desolate, with black mountains winding and undulating.

A bruised snow wolf stood alone on the top of the mountain, quietly looking at the ground under his feet. Sensing the invasion of the Caliban, the snow wolf turned his head, his eyes fierce, and pounced on the Caliban with an infinite murderous aura.

At the moment of life and death, you can see the real hero. In the face of death, even though the young Caliban trembled with fear, he did not try to escape, nor did he weaken, muttering the name of the goddess Callisto in his heart, calmly facing the coming of death.

The snow wolf's sharp wolf claws tore Caliban's telekinetic incarnation to pieces, and at this moment, Matthew's telekinesis buried in the deepest part of Caliban's telekinetic core finally took effect, and a bit of bright light was exposed, like a ray of sword light floating and sinking in midair.

The telekinesis called "Bodhi Seed" operates in a set way, like a virus, constantly sending calculation instructions to Wolverine's will.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I from?"

"Where am I going?"

The snow wolf, which represents Wolverine's self-awareness, raised his head and let out a painful roar, and the telekinetic virus "Bodhi Seed" is not a killing knife, but a blade of quiet wisdom. It is not about destroying, but about guiding sentient beings to recall the past, and finally to see their own compassion with a clear mind.

But for Wolverine, that's the most terrifying attack.

Wolverine was brainwashed many times during the military's X-weapon experiments, and his thinking was formatted and re-edited, resulting in a large amount of necrotic data. Later, William Stryker used an Edelman metal bullet to shoot Wolverine in the head, causing Wolverine to lose his memory and create a data gap.

To add insult to injury, Wolverine's ability to heal itself automatically erases uncomfortable memories when he is in extreme mental pain, causing Wolverine's memories to be isolated and fragmented, which becomes the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Memory is precious, memory is continuous, it represents the past and makes the present. For Wolverine, the real and the false have been confused, and how to find themselves in the broken and confusing memories.

The telekinetic virus "Bodhi Seed" runs countless times according to the set logical instructions, turning into a little light in mid-air, like a Bodhi seed, like a wisdom root, emitting an immeasurable wisdom and divine light.

One wrong step and one wrong step, Wolverine's mind host finally went down after countless calculations, and finally went down in endless logical errors, dysfunction, and data garbage.

The spiritual space collapsed into countless fragments of memories true or false, dreams or illusions under the illumination of the light, the sky fell, the earth shook, the snow wolf roared in pain, and the world ushered in the end of the world.

In the real world, snowflakes dance in the wind. Wolverine Logan unconsciously lowered two lines of tears in his eyes, maintaining a fist-waving posture with angry eyes, motionless.

In the training ground, the two sides were already in a mess, and they stepped forward to start first aid.

On the side of the six doors, everyone rushed up. Caliban stepped forward to show responsibility, fearlessness and courage, and finally won the battle in a surprising way. The excellent performance is obvious to all, and even the proudest werewolf William has a little more recognition in his eyes.

Caliban's telekinesis was destroyed in the battle, and his spirit was counterattacked, all because the capillaries swelled and bleed after the telekinesis was reversed, which was terrifying. Seeing everyone's concerned eyes, Caliban smiled weakly, and before he could say anything, his head passed out.

Matthew appeared beside Caliban, telekinesis probing Caliban's injuries. Caliban's eyes were red, and he tried his best to prostrate his abilities. However, these are skin injuries, which can be recovered in a few days, and there is no major problem in others. Only then did I completely put my mind at ease.

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