Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

At this time, the pink scorpion tail behind Christie tied Fisk's body even more tightly. The scorpion tail was like a powerful pink rope, tightly wrapped around Fisk's body, circle after circle, and each circle of wrapping increased the strength of the binding.

The scales on the tail glowed pink under the light. The scales looked hard and smooth, and when they touched Fisk's skin, they gave him a strange feeling, icy hardness and an ambiguous friction, like a unique caress that made Fisk's body tense up. He could clearly feel the power and warmth of the tail, as well as Christie's fiery and complex emotions hidden behind it.

"What do you want?" Fisk's voice was low and magnetic, his eyes fixed on Christie in his arms, with an elusive depth in his eyes.

Christie's scorpion tail suddenly twitched, and the movement was as fast and agile as a flash of pink lightning. A golden ticket was taken out from Fisk's body. The ticket flashed a dazzling golden light under the light, as if it was woven from pure sunlight.

"I want to be your only partner in the competition!" Christie's eyes were filled with burning desire. She stared at Fisk closely, as if two flames were burning in her eyes, enough to burn away all hesitation and hesitation. Her body was trembling slightly, with both the nervousness of her bold request and the strong expectation of realizing this wish.

Her lips opened slightly, her breathing became a little rapid, and the breath she exhaled carried her unique fragrance, spraying on Fisk's face, like an invisible temptation. Her hands unconsciously grasped Fisk's clothes, as if she was afraid that he would refuse, and as if to show her firm determination.

231 was blocked

Trying to unblock.

Take a day off

The extra chapter has been updated. I still have a fever and my stomach hurts. I'll take a rest first.

Chapter 236: Never Showing Mercy to Women

"Only companion?"

"Yes, Master!" Christie leaned against Fisk's body very intimately, "The Chaos Competition is about to begin. This time, the quality of the participating warriors is far superior to that of the same session, and the number is more than ten times that of previous sessions." Christie drew circles on Fisk's chest with her fingers. The pink scorpion tail kept squirming, climbing up Fisk's body bit by bit.

At this moment, her whole body was tightly pressed against Fisk, like a soft vine entwined around a tree. Her fingers drew circles on Fisk's chest very slowly and lightly, as if she was performing a gentle dance, and each movement was accompanied by a subtle teasing. Her pink scorpion tail slowly climbed on Fisk's body, and the pink scales on the scorpion tail shimmered. The movement of the scorpion tail was as charming as she herself, slowly winding upward from Fisk's legs, like a spiritual pink ribbon, which gradually increased the ambiguous atmosphere between the two. Her eyes were always fixed on Fisk, her eyes were full of expectation and affection, as if waiting for Fisk's response to her request.

"In order to prepare for this Chaos Competition, the adults have recruited more than 30 planets with a population of over 10 billion as the competition venues. And, warriors who arrive at the competition venue for the first time can choose a local guide."

Christie looked at Fisk expectantly, her eyes sparkling with a fiery light, like the brightest stars in the night sky. Her body leaned forward slightly, her breasts were fuller under the tights, and her perfect curves seemed to be telling of silent desire. Her lips slightly opened, panting lightly, and she said eagerly: "Master, I am willing to be your guide, I am willing, having me by your side is like equipping you with the most caring and capable assistant."

As she spoke, she gently stroked Fisk's face with her fingers. The touch was like the brush of a feather, gentle and exciting. The pink scorpion tail behind her was also swaying restlessly, as if responding to her words. The tip of the scorpion tail gently touched Fisk's arm, bringing a tingling feeling.

Fisk looked at Christie's expectant eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile, "Tsk tsk tsk, since you have volunteered yourself, what reason do I have to refuse?"

Christie nodded vigorously, and her long hair swayed like dancing silk: "Master, thank you!"

As she spoke, she quickly opened the book in her hand, with a smile on her lips: "What you have encountered recently is called a nightmare! Simply put, it is a creature that is connected to dreams. The woman named Vanessa has become a nightmare. The way she obtains food is by absorbing the spirits of others and imprisoning the souls of creatures in her own consciousness. By constantly absorbing the spirit, she makes herself stronger and her mental power becomes fuller... To a certain extent, she is also a kind of nightmare, but in comparison, she is based on humans, not a spiritual creature, like an elemental spirit, but has already obtained a physical body." Christie said as she opened the book in her hand and showed it to Fisk: "The paintings she created, to a certain extent, are the embodiment of her spiritual power. Through those paintings, they will subtly infect and erode the consciousness of other creatures."

Fisk's brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the words and pictures in the book, trying to understand the deep meaning contained in them. His fingers gently tapped the armrest of the sofa, making a rhythmic sound, as if resonating with his thoughts: "So, those missing people are trapped in her consciousness, and will slowly become nutrients for her to nourish herself?" Fisk's voice was low and serious.

Christie nodded gently, "Master, as she absorbs more and more spiritual power, her ability will become more and more difficult to control. As time goes by, those who are brought into the dream by her will never be able to escape from the dream."

"so what should I do?"

Christie smiled calmly, "Don't worry, the best way to solve this problem is to enter the dream and completely tear the other party's dream kingdom apart. Coincidentally, I know how to enter the other party's dream kingdom."

Fisk's eyes lit up, and he looked at Christie with trust in his eyes: "Really? Then what are we waiting for? Let's act quickly."

Christie shook her head gently, "Master, it's not that simple. Entering her dreamland is like entering her home turf. There, her power will be infinitely magnified, and we must be fully prepared..."

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"Alice in Wonderland." Fisk didn't know why he suddenly thought of this fairy tale. He looked at the oil painting in front of him, Christie, who was constantly waving her scorpion tail and engraving one ancient and mysterious rune after another on it. He moved his slightly stiff neck.

The problem indeed appeared in these oil paintings.

Who would have thought that an oil painting that even instruments of these years could not detect could actually have a channel to the dream world!

No wonder, when the women disappeared.

No clues were left.

It turned out that they were eaten by the painting - it would be strange if this could be discovered.

As Christie finished engraving the runes, a strange color halo suddenly appeared on the painting, and then it seemed to turn into a colorful vortex. The vortex was like a huge, endless suction hole, emitting a fascinating and terrifying atmosphere. The colors kept interweaving and rotating in it, as if the mysterious nebula in the depths of the universe was compressed onto this small canvas.

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel the powerful force coming from the vortex. This force was both strange and dangerous. "Christie, are you sure this is the right thing to do? This vortex doesn't look friendly." His voice was a little worried, but there was no retreat in his eyes.

Christie retracted her scorpion tail, her face showing a trace of fatigue but determination. "Master, this is the only way for you to enter the dream world and find the truth. These runes can temporarily stabilize the passage and protect you from being eroded by the power of the dream world when you pass through it. However, once you enter it, you must be careful, because in the dream world, everything is not bound by the rules of reality."

Fisk nodded, clenched his fists, and a faint colorful energy flowed through his body. This was his preparation for the upcoming unknown danger: "Am I the only one going in here?"

"Yes, Master. I have power fluctuations from the chaos in my body. Once this fluctuation enters the dream world, it will cause a violent reaction, so only you can go in in person."

Fisk shrugged and stepped in. In an instant, his body seemed to be covered by a layer of colorful light film.

A strong sense of dizziness came over Fisk, who felt as if he was traveling through a tunnel made up of light, shadow, and sound. All kinds of strange scenes passed by quickly around him, some of which seemed like fragments of his past memories, while others were completely unfamiliar, full of absurd and fantastical scenes.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally passed through the chaotic area and landed firmly on the ground. The sky here was a brilliant purple, with huge clouds of various shapes floating above it, some like giant mushrooms, and some like swimming whales. The ground was soft, as if it was made of marshmallows, but it had enough support. In the distance was a dense forest, the trunks of the trees were transparent, flowing with a rainbow-like liquid, and the leaves were shining like stars.

Fisk observed the surroundings, and everything he saw was like ripples on water. Curiously, he reached out his hand and touched a small tree beside him. Circles of colorful halos appeared on the transparent surface of the trunk, as if his touch had awakened the spirit sleeping inside.

He began to move forward cautiously. With each step he took, the cotton candy-like ground would sink slightly, and then slowly return to its original shape, as if he was walking on a huge, living mattress. He walked towards the dense forest, wanting to find out what was going on.

As he approached the forest, he heard a soft rustling sound, as if the trees were whispering. As he walked into the forest, he found that the leaves, which sparkled with starlight, became brighter as he approached, as if welcoming him, but also as if they were watching this outsider warily.

Walking along the path in the forest, Fisk saw some strange creatures. There was a small animal that looked like a rabbit but had wings jumping in the air. Its eyes were two crystal purple gems. After seeing Fisk, it tilted its head and looked at him for a while, then quickly flew away. There were also some small elves the size of fireflies, flying around the rainbow liquid flowing in the tree trunks, as if absorbing the energy from it.

Fisk looked up and saw the top of a castle appear in the forest. A rainbow was hanging in the sky. The beautiful scene was like a beautiful oil painting. The song was melodious, like the gurgling water and the wisps of smoke, and it penetrated into Fisk's ears, as if calling him.

Fisk was attracted by the singing and the beautiful scenery, and he walked towards the castle involuntarily. As he approached, the singing became clearer and clearer, and the castle gradually appeared in front of him. The walls of the castle seemed to be built of huge crystals, reflecting colorful light under the reflection of the rainbow. Each piece of crystal seemed to contain a small world, with stars twinkling and flowers blooming in those worlds.

He tried to push the door open. The door, which seemed to be made of crystal, was extremely strong. Even though Fisk used all his strength, it still did not move. His mouth was full of sneers, and his palms were filled with colorful light. Although this was a dream, he still had elemental spirits, which meant that his biggest trump card still existed. With a large number of elemental spirits gathering on his body, Fisk punched the crystal door in front of him. It still did not move, but as Fisk punched again and again, the crystal door that seemed extremely solid gradually began to be covered with cracks.

Each crack was like a silver lightning, spreading across the crystal door, making a slight "clicking" sound, as if the door was groaning in pain. Fisk had no intention of stopping, and his eyes were burning with a determined flame, as if the flame was going to burn all the obstacles in front of him. The elemental elves danced happily around his fist, like a group of loyal little guards. The colorful light they emitted blended with the power of Fisk's fist, constantly blessing his strength. The light became stronger and stronger, illuminating Fisk's resolute face, and making him carry the momentum of destroying the world every time he punched.

As the last punch landed, the huge crystal door finally couldn't withstand such a fierce attack. With a "bang", it shattered into countless crystal clear fragments. These fragments did not scatter on the ground, but slowly floated in the air, flashing charming light, like a dazzling sea of ​​stardust. Each fragment was like a small star, they rotated and floated in the air, and the refracted light intertwined together, forming a dreamlike scene.

The world behind the door was pitch black. The darkness was like a thick fog that had materialized, weighing heavily in the space, as if it was going to swallow everything. But soon, the lights gradually lit up. The flames were like spirits summoned from the depths of darkness, flickering at first and then spreading rapidly. The flames jumped in the lamp, emitting a warm and soft light, dispelling the darkness around.

The wide hall was filled with all kinds of oil paintings, which were like windows to different worlds. Fisk had seen many of them at previous exhibitions, and the brushstrokes, colors, and styles of each painting were as familiar as an old friend. The scenes in the paintings were either peaceful pastoral scenery, mysterious ancient castles, or turbulent seas. Each one was lifelike, as if the scene in the painting would come alive and jump out of the frame in the next moment. It was obvious that he had not come to the wrong place. This should be Vanessa's castle.

When I opened the door of a room, I found that the world behind the room was a pool of wine and a forest of meat. A strong aroma of wine mixed with an ambiguous smell hit me in the face. The smell was like an invisible temptation, trying to pull people into this world of decadence and debauchery.

Countless naked women were drinking and enjoying themselves in the red wine pool. The red wine pool was like a huge red lake, and the wine was as rich as flowing blood, shining with a charming luster under the light. The women's bodies were looming in the wine. They were either lazily leaning on the edge of the pool, holding exquisite wine glasses in their hands, gently shaking the red wine in the glass, looking at everything around them with blurred eyes; or playing and frolicking in the wine pool, the splashes of wine rolling on their smooth skin like crystal pearls. Their laughter echoed in the room, full of indulgence and intoxication, but also making people feel inexplicably empty.

Fisk frowned, and his eyes swept over these women one by one. He found that although these women seemed to be immersed in joy, their eyes were empty, like bodies without souls. Their smiles also seemed mechanical and stereotyped, without a trace of real joy. Fisk felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, and he knew that the state of these women must be related to Vanessa's conspiracy.

He slowly walked into this strange scene. The floor beneath his feet was paved with smooth marble, with traces of wine on it, making it a little slippery. All kinds of exquisite food were placed around him, and the food was piled up in various strange shapes, like pieces of art. The candles on the candlesticks on the table were burning, and the candlelight was swaying, adding a hazy atmosphere to the scene.

He looked around but didn't see Mrs. Stacy.

This is good news.

But it's also bad news.

It looks like there's no way to get out of here quickly.

Fisk was about to step inside, but at this moment, the women suddenly turned their heads and looked at him greedily, as if they had seen some tempting food. They flirted and posed, showing off their beauty. Their originally empty eyes were now filled with an almost crazy desire, and their lips slightly opened, as if silently issuing some kind of invitation. Their bodies twisted in the pool of red wine, and every movement was filled with a twisted charm.

One of the women slowly stood up from the wine pool and walked towards Fisk with an elegant but slightly weird step. The wine slowly slid down her body, leaving red marks on the smooth marble floor.

Her fingers gently slid across her body, from her neck to her waist, and her eyes never left Fisk. "Come on, dear, enjoy this endless joy with us." The woman's voice was low and hoarse, like an echo from a deep valley, full of bewitching power.

Fisk smiled. "Vanessa? Under normal circumstances, I might be interested in discussing this with you, but now... can you tell me how you want to die?"

His voice was calm and cold, as if the seductive women in front of him were just insignificant phantoms. After hearing Fisk's words, the women were stunned for a moment, and then burst into sharp laughter. The laughter echoed in the room, like countless needles passing through the air, harsh and creepy.

The woman who walked out of the wine pool stopped walking. She tilted her head with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "Mr. Fisk, do you think you can see through me so easily? You are too arrogant. This is my territory. What qualifications do you think you have to talk to me like this?"

Fisk crossed his arms, and the elementals flew around him more happily. They seemed to sense their master's determination, and the light on their bodies became stronger, illuminating the surroundings with a variety of colors. "Since you don't make a choice, then I will make the choice! I'm going to fuck you to death, and I hope you enjoy it."

A flash of anger flashed across the woman's face, but she quickly regained her seductive expression. She swayed her body slightly and approached Fisk again. With every step she took, the wine drops on her body would splash small drops of water on the ground. "You are such an unromantic guy. Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for being rude."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hands, and the women around her rushed towards Fisk from all directions as if they had received an order. Their movements became more frantic, and in addition to their greed for Fisk's body, their eyes also showed a bit of ferocity.

Fisk was not in a hurry. He gently raised one foot and stomped it heavily on the ground. The invisible energy wave spread out from him. After being hit by the energy wave, the women who rushed over seemed to be pushed away by a powerful force and fell to the ground one after another. But they quickly got up and attacked again without hesitation.

"You kill them, kill them, and they will stay here forever." Vanessa covered her mouth and chuckled. The laughter echoed in the space filled with a weird atmosphere, like the cry of a night owl, revealing a creepy sense of pride.

But soon the expression on her face froze, because she found that Fisk had actually started the massacre. Fisk did not show any mercy to the women and was extremely cruel.

Fisk's eyes were cold and firm, like the never-melting ice in the depths of the polar regions.

He has never been gentle with women.

Therefore, every time he attacked, it was accurate and deadly. His hands were like two ruthless blades, and every time he swung them, there would be a whistling sound. When his palms passed over the necks of those women, blood gushed out instantly, like flowers of sin blooming in the darkness. The warm blood splashed around, leaving patches of glaring red on the ground and walls. Some women had their throats cut open, and could only make "clucking" sounds. They covered their wounds in vain with their hands, their eyes filled with fear and confusion, and their bodies slowly collapsed, twitching on the ground, and the light of life in their eyes gradually extinguished.

His foot also turned into a deadly weapon, kicking a woman who rushed over to him in the abdomen. The woman was kicked high up like a broken rag doll, her body bent at a weird angle in the air, and then fell heavily on the table in the distance. The table was smashed to pieces, and the woman's body was pierced by the sharp corners of the table and broken wood. Her abdomen was pierced by the corner of the table, and her intestines flowed out of the wound, mixed with blood and spread on the ground, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

There were also women who were hit on the head by Fisk's elbow, and their skulls were instantly cracked. The crisp cracking sound was like an eggshell being cracked, and the brains flowed out from the cracks in the skulls and slowly slid down the cheeks. The white brains and red blood mixed together, making the women's originally pretty faces look as horrible as evil spirits from hell. Those women had no power to fight back under his hands, and could only fall one by one, becoming victims of this bloody massacre.

Soon, the pool of red wine turned into a pool of blood.

Chapter 237 The fish is dead and the net is broken?

"thump!"

He crushed the last woman's throat with ease. The woman's body drooped helplessly in Fisk's hands, her eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair, the light of life instantly fading from her eyes. As her last breath was exhaled, her body collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, blood gushed out from her crushed throat, spreading on the smooth marble floor, mixing with the surrounding red wine to form a glaring dark red.

Fisk looked at the wine pool and meat forest around him. The scene that was originally full of temptation now only had a mess and evil atmosphere in his eyes. The wine in the wine pool, which was originally as thick as blood, now looked like a pool of sewage with a rancid smell. The food that once seemed exquisite and piled up like works of art was now soaked in blood and wine and was in a mess, emitting a disgusting smell.

A disdainful expression suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth. Vanessa had already escaped, and the woman she had just controlled fell directly to the ground. These women were like tireless puppets when they were controlled, but now, they were like puppets with their strings cut, lying in all directions, their bodies twisted into various weird postures.

He walked slowly past the fallen women, leaving a bloody footprint on the ground with every step.

His pupils, which had already turned completely black, kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find any trace of Vanessa.

But after looking around twice, Fisk didn't find any soul light around him, and then he remembered that this was a dream world.

It's not the real world.

Therefore, using the original method to find people is not very useful.

"I admit, Mr. Fisk, you are very brave, which is inconsistent with the rumors that you are a lustful butcher. However, this is my castle, and you will never be able to catch me here. And you must never go out. I will create a painting for you. Do you think you want to be a king? Or do you want to be a god?" Vanessa's voice came from all directions, "I am so excited!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Fisk shook his head in disdain. "The last person who said that, I cut up his body and fed it to the dogs. I believe you would like this ending." Fisk said as he walked forward, but the surrounding environment began to melt gradually as if it was made of chocolate. And as the melting intensified, the surrounding scene began to slowly change - he came to an exquisite sculpture museum.

The sculptures in the museum are of various shapes, and each one seems to be telling an ancient and mysterious story. Some sculptures depict brave warriors, holding weapons, with bulging muscles and a fearless look on their faces. Others are graceful women, with soft body lines, like flowing water, and each posture exudes endless charm.

have to say.

Vanessa's artistic attainments are quite good.

He is definitely not someone who can be compared with those second-rate artists.

Of course, he was not interested in statues of heroes and warriors.

His only interest was in the lifelike statues of women.