Transform Into the Marvel World

The old cowboy, a cavalry policeman during the Civil War, did not have any contact with computers. He had never left the cemetery after living in seclusion for a hundred years, but rewriting the word and combining his own experience, he barely understood.

It seemed that his ability to transform himself had been changed into a strange kind of vitality, and he was re-infused into this extremely aging body. Now his arms are covered with age spots. You must know that they were similar to corpse spots before.

Sacrificing the ability to transform in exchange for a ten-year life span, although not accurate, he can estimate the approximate time.

"Thank you, little girl, I owe you a favor." The old cowboy took off his hat and bowed his chest to express his gratitude.

Daisy was a little smug and waved her hand to express her welcome.

The old cowboy didn't seem to know how to speak. He turned to look at a figure running quickly outside the cemetery and asked, "But what about my old buddy?"

what? Daisy hurriedly turned her head. Not only did she turn her head back, but the Howling Commando and Braised Egg also looked outside the cemetery.

A healthy horse with a height of two meters and flames all over it galloped up, flying with four hooves, and the flames followed the hooves and left scorched spots on the ground.

The horse's head is completely skeletal, with sparks spewing out of both eyes and nose from time to time. It ran over and looked sadly at its owner without taking a step closer.

The connection between the previous generation ghost rider and his mount was cut off by someone.

This evil spirit rider can be said to have gone ashore to be good, and died ten years later, the dust returns to the dust, the soul can enter the normal cycle of life and death, but this horse was forgotten by someone!

The old cowboy just wanted to ask what she should do.

Daisy was stunned. She squatted on the ground for a long time. The last time she smashed the soup bag with a chair was not counted. Today, she was full of inspiration. Unexpectedly, the first time she used the ‘planning’ ability, she had a bug!

This horse is definitely not a ghost rider, nor is it a horse in nature. The old cowboy has no contact with it. It has nothing to do with the old cowboy’s death after ten years, but the power of evil spirits in his body makes this horse forever Can't die...

An immortal bug similar to the nature of the vampire Dracula was created by her.

"My old buddy will give it to you. I think you should be able to use it. Treat it well."

The old cowboy didn't know if he saw her embarrassment or was sincerely grateful. He made a gesture, pointed at the horse, and then at Daisy. A simple handover was completed.

"Thank you." Daisy expressed her thanks immediately, this bug must be dealt with by her, otherwise if she ran away, she would have to catch it everywhere. Unless Wanda is allowed to rewrite reality, she really doesn't know who can kill this horse completely.

Ordinary people are not the opponent of this horse at all, and ordinary people can't bear the heat on the horse alone.

The old cowboy turned around to talk to Johnny Blazer about the Saint Van Gonzal contract, and the bittern came to her, seeing her look weird, could not help but ask: "What happened to that old man? Why did he make this strange For your horse?"

"...I want to say that I don't know the specific connection. This is an ability that is difficult to describe in words. Do you believe it?"

"I probably believe..."

Daisy gave him a white look, what it means to believe it! This is not sincere.

The ‘planning’ process is very mysterious, and forcibly explaining is a bit like rewriting a person’s established trajectory.

The old cowboy's wind is still in the wind, and he has left the human society for hundreds of years. For the whole earth and the world, it belongs to one more role, one less role.

Even so, there were still mistakes in the ‘planning’. It is conceivable how wrong would it be to ‘plan’ a certain enemy in battle.

She also guessed that the son of the stars that day could only transmit her around the world instead of making other plans, because the son of the stars had a superficial understanding of this function and did not go deep at all.

This skill is too error-prone, and maybe something goes wrong without thinking about it.

The development of the world and the destiny of everyone has its own inertia.

Everyone has his own destiny. Even if Steve Rogers did not have World War II and no super soldier serum, he would become an anti-war cartoonist. This is determined by his character.

In the same way, Stark has a high chance of becoming Iron Man, and Hill will become an agent of other intelligence organizations even if he does not enter SHIELD.

Correcting a bad old man who has nothing to do with the world will cause a series of backlashes. What about higher levels? Do these changes made by myself really make sense? The inertia of the world made her feel terrified. Daisy couldn't help but ask the salted egg: "Do you believe the world will change?"

"Of course, otherwise what do you think I have been doing for so many years?" Lu Dan didn't know her doubts, and looked at her strangely.

"Although I was not optimistic at first, I do want to admit that your gradual reform of S.H.I.E.L.D. is successful, Daisy Johnson, what you have done is very meaningful."

"Then you quickly merge those hidden bases into S.H.I.E.L.D.E.L.D. Agents, those agents don't know that they are not S.H.I.

"Don't even think about it!"

The two babbled a few words, Daisy also put aside those doubts, this'planning' ability is too ambitious, she is not the kind of firm will, does not hit the south wall and does not look back, so she will use less in the future.

She walked to the Evil Warhorse and put on the Finsareer armor automatically, fearing that the flames would burn her clothes.

The horse and the horse are one, it is impossible not to harm the teammates. The temperature around the horse is at least a hundred. This horse did not resist her riding, but it was not considered close.

Daisy grabbed the saddle and rode up.

"Drive!—" Although there was an accident, she felt that the Evil Spirit Horse was still very cool, and she was going to take advantage of the silence of the night to go out and run two laps.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Riding on the horseback, she kept speeding up the horse.

The war horse left the evil spirit rider, and his own intelligence broke out. It was a horse that had lived for more than a hundred years. It understood Daisy's words and ran like Sa Huan.

No need to worry about the physical condition of the knight or the consumption of the power of the evil spirit, it quickly broke through the speed of sound in the wanton running.

"Haha—! Not bad! Did you see the mountain in front? We went to that mountain!" The sonic boom was left behind. Daisy enjoyed this high-speed running. It was completely different from flying by herself. No wonder then. Many people like racing, which is really exciting.

Wandering around Texas, when she returned to the cemetery, Dumbo also understood the basic mission situation and made a simple strategic deployment.

When Director Dai went out to play, they got news that the second generation of Witch Heart Demon had taken Johnny Blazer's girlfriend who had been in Lugou every day, and they had to fight.

With so many helpers, the old cowboy doesn't need to accompany him to run five hundred kilometers. He gave his devil-breaking shotgun to Dum.