Marvel's Fantasia

Hearing what Cynthia said, the driver was overjoyed. Does this woman want to strip herself naked before playing?Very interesting.

Um?Why does it seem a little cold?

The driver looked at the air conditioner switch suspiciously. He didn't turn on the air conditioner?Where did the cold air come from?

Cynthia's voice sounded behind him: "It's from your seat."

The driver who was still wondering looked down, how did his seat become made of ice? !He was terrified. Could it be that he encountered some monster?

Seeing the driver opening the door, Cynthia kindly replied: "Don't worry, the door has been sealed by me."

"Hurry up, hand over all the money you have on your body." Cynthia leaned on the back of the chair, full of anger, "Otherwise you will become an ice sculpture like this chair!"

The driver stuffed the money into a bag and put it on the ground in the back seat. His body was shivering, and he didn't know whether it was from the cold or from fear.

"Knock knock!"

Before Cynthia could speak, someone knocked on the car window.

She turned her head to look, um, is the person outside who is male or female and wearing a hood is also a bad person?

Seeing Cynthia open the car door, the man in the hood said, "Good evening, miss, do you need help?"

After looking at him a few times, Cynthia asked the driver in front, "Is this your partner in crime? It's a big game."

"No, no, no, I'm not a bad person." Hearing what Cynthia said, before the driver could speak, the hooded man answered for him: "Miss, don't get me wrong, I'm not with him."

For fear that Cynthia would not believe it, the hooded man jumped out to explain: "I just saw this taxi parked here and didn't move, so I thought it was out of gas or something, so I came here to ask.

I didn't mean anything malicious, I just wanted to help, I didn't expect there were two people in the car, uh, but I think your atmosphere doesn't seem right, miss, are you in trouble, please don't be afraid of balabala..."

Looking at the hooded man who kept talking, Cynthia wondered if this man was a drama actor released somewhere?

The driver wanted to ask for help, but he was too cold to speak and shivered in front.

She glanced at the driver, and reached out to grab the money bag at her feet: "This driver wants to plot against me, steal money and sex, look, my money is packed."

"What?! Don't be afraid, miss, I will protect you," the hooded man was shocked, he actually encountered a case, "such a dangerous person, I will help you subdue him!"

The driver wanted to scold him: Are you blind!Can't you tell my seat is made of ice?This woman is more dangerous, okay?

Peter, who was wearing a mask, really didn't see it.

After all, the chair still looks like a chair, and at night, he can't see any difference when he looks through the sunglasses, and the shivering look of the driver is considered by him to be afraid of himself.The unknown Spider-Man thought proudly.

Cynthia looked at this immature, brave and fearless hooded man, and felt that there should be a minor inside, sneaking out in the middle of the night to imitate a hero to save people.

Although she only knew one Iron Man, Tony was not that dedicated, and his attitude was not at all heroic.

"No need, kid, um, I mean the masked hero," Cynthia stopped Peter, "I have persuaded this driver, and I believe he will never do such a thing again, are you right? ?Mr. Driver?"

The driver nodded repeatedly, and the trembling inertia made him unable to stop.

Peter looked at him curiously, and Cynthia got out of the car and took Peter's hand: "Okay, I'm a little dizzy when I'm drunk, where is your home, I'll take you back."

Cynthia felt that she finally took a vacation at night, dressed up beautifully, and didn't see the people she wanted to see.Taking a taxi and meeting bad guys, and now I have to take the children home.

Alas, it is better to go to work!

"What? Miss, are you making a mistake?"

Peter's arm was pulled by Cynthia, but he didn't dare to use force for fear of accidentally hurting the other party.I had no choice but to obediently follow behind the girl: "Shouldn't I be the one to take you home?"

Cynthia said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, take me home."

Peter asked happily: "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

Cynthia: "My house is next door to yours, and returning to your house is returning to my house."

Peter came to his senses and said, "Miss, don't you believe me?"

Cynthia: "Of course I believe you, I don't believe you, what are you doing with you?"

But now I am following you.The little spider thought pitifully, is this lady drunk?Can't tell the difference?

Peter decided to introduce himself: "Miss, I'm Spider-Man and I'm here to help you!"

Cynthia looked back at him, turned her head and continued walking: "Nice to meet you, Spider-Man, I am Dreamer. Let's go, let's go home and sleep quickly! It happens that you are wearing pajamas, so you don't need to change."

Looking at the baggy clothes on Peter's body, and wondering if it was a minor filter, Cynthia actually thought this headgear was a bit cute after a long time?God, if Mr. Stark knew, he should be disappointed with her aesthetics!

"No," Peter said helplessly, "I'm really Spider-Man, I can prove it!"

Cynthia: "I can also prove that I am a dreamer, but it is not suitable for you to know now, after all, you are still young."

It would probably frighten the child to dare not play the role of a hero, which is not good for the physical and mental health of the child. A young man just wants to be a hero, so what's wrong?

Peter froze for a moment, thinking in his mind what skills Dreamer would have?dream?sleep?Could it be? !

Peter's face suddenly turned red.He stopped and said incoherently: "You can't underestimate me, I, I'm not young anymore, I..."

After Peter stopped, Cynthia couldn't hold him anymore. She turned around in doubt, and heard the boy's stuttering words.She looked at it carefully, um, this person should be 1.7 meters tall, and the child's nutrition is really good now.

Then I was sad about my height.Why is there no change when she drinks milk every day?She also wants long legs!

Seeing that Cynthia turned her head to see that he didn't speak, Peter swallowed and said, "I'm really not young anymore, I'm 15 years old this year!"

Cynthia: "Oh, then I'm older than you, I'll be 20 in one month, call me sister!"

"What?!" Peter resisted, "I don't want it!"

Cynthia coaxed him: "Be good, call me sister, and my sister will take you to buy delicious food!"

Peter: "Miss, are you drunk? How about I take you home?"

Seeing Cynthia's insistence, the boy wondered if she was still drunk.

"No," Cynthia shook her head, "I'll take you home, tell me where your home is!"

After that, he reached out and stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and dragged Peter into the car.