Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

"I really envy your level, the text I write is dry, I don't like to read it, I am afraid I have nothing but this..." Heather gestured with his hands on his chest, very optimistic Teasing yourself.

You can add at least thirty points in terms of charm with this...

Bella laughed dryly, this topic was heavy, it was too heavy!

She remembered very clearly that she was able to live in this dormitory building with a little obsession, and what did her roommate rely on? It goes without saying.

In fact, this roommate Heather is good in all aspects, is hygienic, has no bad habits, and can cook! It’s always full of blessings, but sometimes Bella looks unnatural when seeing her close-up clothes, the size of the clothes is too exaggerated...

"I'm leaving, you can continue to write." Heather has a very poor relationship with her adoptive father and adoptive mother. On weekends, she will go to work in San Francisco to stay away from her adoptive father and adoptive mother.

Bella has nothing to say about this. Both her biological parents are in conflict, let alone adoptive parents.

"I recently met a very interesting young man. You certainly can't imagine what he does. I will introduce you to him later." Heather finally said mysteriously.

"Okay." Bella's answer was very formulaic. This kind of remark is the same as ‘turn around and invite you to dinner’, just listen.

She continued to work hard to add details and modify the text. Heather drove to San Francisco to date her boyfriend and work by the way.

Heather works in an ice cream shop. The boss thinks that customers will have an urge to eat ice cream when they see her good figure, and almost without hesitation, he promised to hire her to work during the holidays.

When Bella was bloodbathed in Paris, Heather met a man who came to the store to buy ice cream with his female companion. As a woman with her own unique conditions, Heather was very conservative in feelings. He was obviously in love with that young man. The conversation was very agreeable, but she still did not take any further action.

It wasn't until a week ago when she was in Stanford that she heard that the man's girlfriend was killed in a car accident. After the two met again on the street, the relationship began to heat up.

Max, a young man with a mustache and a black helmet, and riding a scooter walked into the ice cream shop cheerfully, and Heather gave him a big hug.

The two fell in love with each other unexpectedly, and their various hobbies were similar, and even the things they encountered in life had many similarities.

After a hot kiss, they sat on a chair beside them eating ice cream.

"Oh, **** it! I worked for a month and looked at the store hard. The black-hearted boss only gave me 800 dollars." Mustache Max grumbled angrily.

Heather laughed and teased her boyfriend, and said proudly: "My roommate treats me very well, as long as I cook some food, I can make eight hundred dollars a month! If you count this job in San Francisco, my monthly The income is even higher!"

He doesn't make as much money as his girlfriend, which makes Mustache Max a little disappointed.

He had the idea of ​​opening a store by himself and being his own boss.

What will he do? He didn't finish high school, but he didn't know anything!

Fortunately, the "black-hearted boss" in his words left a guide to occultism. When he encounters a question, if he calls, the boss will give a more professional answer.

Under the influence of the'black-hearted boss' and the invisible influence of the working environment, Comrade Max, a contemporary young man living under the banner of Stars and Stripes with an empty head like white paper, has been transformed into a believer in occultism. By.

From the Church of Scientology to the Rosicrucian Proclamation, from the three main points of animal sacrifices to the precautions for spiritual travel, he remembered his theories.

He wants to open an occult shop by himself, because he knows this and only this.

In order to show his ability, Max is like a peacock, showing off his knowledge in front of his new girlfriend.

He picked up a pen and quickly drew a figure on the paper: "Do you recognize this symbol?"

What surprised him was that Heather actually knew each other, and the fierce woman took a look at it carefully: "This is Solomon's Great Seven Stars, right?"

Max was stunned! Are the students at Stanford University so tough, do you even know this?

Heather smiled embarrassedly: "My roommate is writing a book involving many religions recently. She told me about this pattern."

The fact is, as Bella's roommate, Heather's knowledge in occultism is not low. Although she is not interested, she can't stand up to the ears and eyes. This thing is seen and seen a lot, and there are professionals who explain it, so naturally she understands.

People have an influence on people. Some people are naturally attractive, and people around them will unconsciously imitate his every move. This is the case for many leaders, and Bella has similar characteristics.

As a result, both Max and Heather saw some of Bella's shadows in each other. They did not realize what the similarities were, but this was an important reason why they were attracted to each other~www.NovelMTL.com ~Max thinks that today's college students like occult knowledge, Heather's unknown roommate represents a common phenomenon! The store where I work now is completely because the boss doesn’t care. If I manage it with my heart, I will definitely make a lot of money!

In order to talk more with her boyfriend, Heather often discusses occult matters with him.

Max couldn't answer, so he asked the ‘black-hearted boss’, and Heather called his roommate for help when he encountered a problem.

The occult knowledge of the two can be said to be ‘cengceng’ rising...

Talking about mysticism and watching ghost movies in the cemetery, Heather thought that his happiness could last forever, but the nightmare came.

On the second floor where Max worked, the two were about to do something happy, but suddenly the door was pushed open.

A cold wind rushed into the room, instantly taking away their enthusiasm.

Mustache Max couldn't help turning his head, and found that his ex-girlfriend, wearing a white robe, barefoot, disheveled, and red eyes, was standing behind him. He was shocked!

Two seconds later, he found his teeth trembling, he must have hallucinations, his ex-girlfriend should have been buried!

His nose twitched, he smelled a heavy smell of earth, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

"Xiao Ai...Xiao Ai...you, you, me?...!"

His voice was extremely dry, and the next moment he saw his ex-girlfriend's pale palms clutching his neck.

The cracks between his nails were full of dirt and wood debris, and it seemed that he could be strangled in the next second.

"Who is she?" the ex-girlfriend pointed at Heather and asked sharply.

At this time, the fierce girl also turned pale with fright. Her husky-like blue eyes were full of fear. She had met Max’s ex-girlfriend and knew the news of her death, but who was standing in front of her now?