My sister is a black widow

You can search for "My Sister is Heiwusou Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Behind the old man Victor's house, there was a decent dojo with a soft velvet blanket on the hardwood floor. Leon was lying on the blanket, moaning intermittently.

Very contradictory picture: Old man Victor twisted a silver needle, his iron-like gaze flicked across Leon’s cyan-purple leg, needle by needle accurately and gently pierced into each needle. There was still a stream of heat in the body, like the warm wind from winter to spring, and the stiff and numb legs gradually recovered consciousness.

"Teacher." Leon asked hard, "is this Chinese acupuncture?"

Victor looked at him and nodded.

"Have you ever been to China?"

Leon's curiosity tickled his heart like a small animal.

Victor heard that a strange smile appeared on Leng's face, which seemed to be nostalgic.

"I'll talk about some things later."

Victor simply pierced the remaining needles into Leon's legs and left directly.

Leon raised his eyebrows.

This teacher is not easy.

However, his previous life knows very little about the Far East story in Marvel. Is it because Victor is some superhero from the Soviet Union?Then why is he good at acupuncture?

If I can't figure it out, I don't want to.Leon fell asleep quietly on the velvet with a trace of relaxed fatigue.

Leon had a dream, yellow, red, green, big and big thick colors, with dizzying light, layer upon layer, falling down, Leon seemed to see many strangers The look in his eyes, many large or small as if shapeless bodies, are indistinct behind the light and color.

Endless fall.

Leon opened his eyes, and Aphrora was sitting quietly beside him.

Seeing him wake up, Aphrola smiled, "It seems that every time I see you, you are not so clear."

Leon shrugged, "Maybe this is fate."

"What fate?"

"God told me to open my eyes for the first time every day to see you."

Aurora raised her eyebrows, "Get up. You slept for a whole day, and now you are going to start the devil training under Victor."

Leon looked at his leg, the silver needle in front of his leg was gone, and the blue-purple frostbite disappeared miraculously.

"Good." Leon sat up with his hands on the ground. "May I ask, what are we training?"

Aphrora smiled slyly: "You must have never heard of it." After a pause, she looked at Leon's face, "a strange training."

"Stand up."

Leon blinked.

Stand up?

...

In the center of the dojo, Victor's body exuded a kind of low air pressure, Leon was in front of him, and Aphrola was on Leon's right.

Both of them are posing in a strange posture, their limbs beating in a strange and rhythmic posture.

Oh, or rather, Aphrora stood quietly in this pose, and Leon was trembling in this pose.

"Old...Teacher." Leon was oozing a lot of sweat, and his body kept shaking. He couldn't help but ask, "This posture makes me so awkward. Is it because I stood for too long the day before yesterday? Is it that way?"

Victor's voice remained the same, unchanged.

"That's it."

Leon: "..."

There were also shallow beads of sweat on the forehead of Aphrora beside her, but her eyes were very firm, and her iron-gray pupils already had the vigor of Victor.

Compared with Leon, who is very difficult, this little girl who is only a few months away from the age of ten seems to be a little more comfortable.

"Leon, huh? Isn't that okay?" Aphrora was still, but her mouth was unexpectedly sharp.

Leon was silent, more sweat oozing out from all over his body, as if every muscle and every joint were tightened.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have brought you that bowl of hot porridge yesterday? The Siberian wind might make you stronger?" Aphrola's mouth kept talking.

Why does this quiet little girl talk so much when she is standing?

Leon somewhat suspected that Victor had two twin granddaughters.

...

In addition to standing, Victor also took Leon to his library, not in the dojo, in Victor's library, this hard and cold stone old man’s collection deeply shocked Leon.

Look, the essentials of fighting in a vacuum, the secrets of Mongolian wrestling, the mantis boxing, the essentials of Chen Taiji, the manual of American boxing skills, the manual of KGB training, the essentials of Jiu-Jitsu...

It seems that most of the fighting skills that can be collected from the five continents and seven oceans are hidden by this old man in this room, and most of the pages of the books are old and exquisitely preserved, and they are by no means arbitrarily collected.

Leon’s task is to choose what he is interested in as a real entry to fighting.

Ivan had previously taught him and Natasha the Soviet military fighting skills, which were actually fighting methods that combined judo, wrestling, boxing, and joint skills for the purpose of killing.

But when seeking further breakthroughs in personal abilities, military combat skills are somewhat insufficient.

Now Natasha is training as an agent in Taras, but Leon has no intention of becoming a spy. He wants to become a warrior, a warrior who can protect herself and those around him.

So Leon who entered this library was like a fish in the water, and the mystery of fighting was like a huge cheese caught in his pocket. Every time his pocket was full, he went to Victor for inquiries and training.

There is also a daily stance, and many times I will compete with Aphrola.137 Novel Network www.137xs.com

Victor’s acupuncture and medicated diet ensured the nutritional intake of Leon and Aphrola and the recovery of the body, while the exercise of skills and will gave both individuals strong individual abilities that never match their age.

...

Before he knew it, Leon had been training at Victor's house for two years.In the past two years, Ivan went to the place where Natasha trained to take care of her, and Leon went to look for them every month when Natasha was off.

In 1940, the Ivan family in the Soviet Union, before war and flames engulfed the heinous crimes of greed, each learned like a machine the knowledge and abilities that made them stronger.

It is worth mentioning that with the increase of age and physical strength, Leon's superpowers have also strengthened a lot.

At this time, Leon, who was twelve years old, had a little long black hair, tied into a neat short ponytail. Under his thick and sharp eyebrows were a pair of gentle and firm eyes. His limbs were slender and well-proportioned, which matched his special The temperament looks more like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth.

This day is another day for Natasha to rest.

Leon woke up early from the bedroom of Victor’s house. After washing and refurbishing, he left Victor in spirit and went to the outskirts of Stalingrad, a place where there are usually few people. Natasha, Ivan and Luo Gen lives here, Natasha and Logan are trained by Taras, and Ivan is a muscular dad who takes care of Natasha's life.

When Leon walked closer, he saw a red hair burning like flames in the courtyard. The little girl’s eyebrows were exquisitely under the sky, and her aquamarine pupils were flowing like a spring of life in the fairy empire. She I was practicing karate in the courtyard, still chanting moves in his mouth, and he turned his head quickly when he heard footsteps in the distance.

"Leon!" Natasha exclaimed joyfully, her feet quickly moving on the uneven ground, and leaping towards Leon.

The heroic pony-tailed boy opened his arms and allowed the little girl to jump into his arms. Leon shook his arms around Natasha, sniffed hard against his hair, and whispered: "Natasha ,long time no see."

Natasha hugged Leon hard, and said dissatisfied: "Leon, you should call my sister."

Originally, both Natasha and Leon were known by their names, but in the past two years they have matured a lot, but Natasha insists on being one generation higher than Leon, and has always emphasized that he should call her sister.

Leon put her down gently and shrugged, "Natasha, we are about the same age, aren't we?"

"Ivan picked me up first." Natasha frowned her delicate brows. "Time is important, isn't it?"

Leon glared at her, she glared back without hesitation.

At this moment a short but extremely strong man walked out of the room.

"Oh, oh, the energetic little Leon is here."

It's Logan.

In the past two years, because Leon always came to look for Natasha, he became acquainted with Logan. Although Logan was very wary, he loved the two children very much. In particular, both of these children were very long. Exquisite and unique.

In the process of getting along, Leon and Natasha both regarded Logan as a "little uncle", and the name is naturally the same.

"Uncle." Leon stepped up to say hello, "Oh, you seem to be stronger."

Logan smiled, showing his white teeth.

"What about Taras?" Leon asked. He didn't like this gloomy old agent very much, but after all, he still had to be polite when visiting someone else's house.

Natasha and Logan's expressions darkened for a moment when they heard Leon's words.

"Let's go out and play, Leon." Natasha suggested, avoiding the question just now.

"Go out, I'll go to the kitchen to find something to eat, I hope Ivan will get up." Logan cooperated.

"Oh, my uncle can eat the breakfast Ivan made." Leon is still a little puzzled as to when Ivan can take care of others.

Natasha put her arms around Leon and laughed.

"Let's go, Leon, we are going to Lipetsk Street today. I want to go to the Kazan Church." Natasha urged.

"As you wish, Natasha."

"It's sister!"

"Natasha."

"sister......"

"Na..." Leon didn't finish.

Natasha threatened, "I'm going back to training."

"Sister." Leon gave in.

The two figures walked outside the courtyard and gradually disappeared from Logan's eyes.

After walking to the downtown area of ​​Stalingrad, Natasha's face suddenly became heavy, and she looked at Leon from time to time.

"Anything you want to tell me?" Leon asked in a low voice.

Natasha shook her head.

Leon looked at her suspiciously.

Natasha glanced around without a trace and pointed to the Kazan Church not far away. Leon understood what she meant, nodded silently, and walked in as usual.

The church is a bit dim. There are not many people who come to the church today. There are only a few people on the wooden chairs side by side. Natasha and Leon are walking slowly in the corridor of the church.

Fortunately, the Kazan Church is large enough. This is the main church of the Russian Orthodox Diocese of Stalingrad and Kameshinsky. It was built in the early 18th century and is located in the Tsaritsyn Fortress.At first it was used as a church attached to the cemetery, but it has been repaired and built again and again, adding many new parts.

The two were walking in the corridor of the church. The religious paintings on the walls showed a faint halo. When they came under a huge religious painting, Natasha took Leon to a corner of the wall. Both of them Trapped in the dark shadows.

"Leon, I am about to finish my training." Natasha's tone was a little eager, "but Taras proposed a final task that I couldn't accept."

Leon touched her red hair and asked softly, "What is the mission? Natasha, don't be afraid, are you going to assassinate someone?"

Leon knew that in addition to shooting, fighting, and espionage skills, Natasha's training had many assassination skills. Since her reaction is so great, it may be some serious and difficult tasks.

"No, no." Natasha shook her head. "Not a big shot."

She said with some difficulty: "The person he wants me to kill is Logan."

Leon's eyes froze for a moment in the darkness, and he uttered a sigh-like answer: "I know."