[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying table pets change all over

All the way to the door of Elavi, before reaching out, the door opened from the inside.

Elavi smiled at him: "Don."

Then she let him enter the house sideways, but didn't ask him why he came.

Tang Su walked in and sat down on the sofa.

Elavi's room is obviously just a guest room. Although the decoration is still exquisite, there are no traces of life in the house.When Tang Su came in, he even had the illusion that the house had never been lived in for a moment.

"Here." Elavi handed him a cup of milk tea.

It was Tang Su's favorite pearl milk tea. He lowered his head and took a sip, his eyes brightened.

"It's delicious." He looked up: "Did you make this?"

"Almost." Elavi smiled and said, "I remember your favorite flavor."

Tang Su clenched the cup tightly, and the wall of the cup was warmly attached to her palm, and she couldn't even utter those words.

"You came to see me for superheroes." Elavi's smile remained unchanged, and he walked to sit on the sofa opposite him, with a bit of intimate complaint in his tone: "Don hasn't come to see me these two days."

Tang Su pursed her lips: "I'm sorry."

"Don doesn't need to apologize." Elavi shook his head: "I know you still don't know how to face me, because Tang actually prefers virtual characters to real life."

"I didn't..." Tang Su retorted, but her body stiffened involuntarily.

Ailavi suddenly leaned over, covered his cheeks with his palms, and smiled: "I don't mean to blame you, and I understand that your prayers are all from the heart."

His hand was cold, smooth and hard, and when it touched the skin, it was like sticking to a piece of metal.

Tang Su was still holding the cup of milk tea in her hand, looking at him with a look of bewilderment and panic.

"Although I've only been with you for a few years." Elavi continued, "Dang will confide to me on countless nights in the dead of night, so I understand that in Tang's heart, only virtual characters who will not change are reliable. of."

"I..." Tang Su frowned. He tried to refute, but couldn't speak.

Ailavi looked at him and lowered his eyes slightly: "But Tang has changed now, and has a friend he can trust."

Tang Su didn't know what he wanted to express, and frowned in confusion.

"These superheroes are no longer virtual characters, does Don still trust them?" Elavi didn't continue talking, but sat back on the sofa and asked him.

"Of course I trust them." Tang Su replied without hesitation.

Elavi smiled: "I see."

He glanced at the time: "Spider-Man should come to you to patrol, hurry up and get ready."

Tang Su opened her eyes wide: "But..."

"I won't hurt them." Elavi touched his hair lightly: "Don's first wish was to help superheroes, and this wish has never changed, so I will help them too."

"Think about it carefully, why do you choose to continue to trust them." Ailavi sent him to the door, and seeing him holding the cup in a daze, the smile on his face became even bigger: "The cup is for you, just pour it Put it in clear water, and it will become your favorite milk tea."

Hearing this, Tang Su couldn't help but look down at the seemingly ordinary glass.

He was still a little dazed when he walked back, not knowing how it developed like this.

Obviously he wanted to come to Elavi to understand the other party's thoughts, but he was directly analyzed by someone instead, and finally got a magic cup?

However, Tang Su took a sip of sweet milk tea as he walked, and raised his eyebrows to think about what Elavi said.

Why does he still trust superheroes... Isn't it obvious, they are heroes, and they will not be as sanctimonious as those people, and they will slander others for their own interests and happiness.

Tang Su frowned, not long after returning to the room, a small red spider stuck to the glass.

"Morning, Don." Peter greeted him energetically, "Do you want to patrol together in the morning?"

"Yes." Tang Su opened the window to let him in, and tilted her head: "Why do you keep walking through the window?"

"It's more convenient." Peter scratched his head and laughed twice: "I came in directly in my uniform, and I would definitely be surrounded."

And if you walk in the elevator, you might meet the Avengers, so I feel embarrassed.

"That's true." Tang Su nodded, "Wait for me."

He changed his clothes, and sent a message to Tony to inform him and Peter to go on inspection, and then entered the battle armor.

"Please help me take a few photos today." Peter squatted on the bridge, clasped his hands together: "I haven't posted any photos on Twitter these days."

"Spiderman's photo?" Tang Su asked.

He thought about it: "Tweeting photos, how about the effect?"

"Not bad." Peter scratched his head, the white triangular eyes on the headgear magnified, and his voice became much quieter: "I gain fans every day, and the response is very good."

Tang Su asked, "Did someone scold you?"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "No, pretend I didn't ask."

"It doesn't matter." Peter said indifferently: "There are indeed some people on the Internet who don't like Spider-Man, and think that I just hang around in the city, which is useless and grandstanding."

Tang Su frowned involuntarily.

"But there are still more people supporting me, and I really need to improve now, and I still have a lot to learn." Peter continued: "In the last New York battle, if I could control power more skillfully, maybe More people can be saved."

"You've done a good job." Tang Su said, reaching out to pat Peter on the shoulder.

Peter is only a high school student, but he has taken on more responsibilities than many people. This is not because of his great ability, but because of his belief that he has voluntarily shouldered them.

Tang Su could not help but smile when he heard his voice.

"Do you want to start a Twitter account?" Peter asked him.

"Still thinking about it." Tang Su thought for a while, and said: "I want to express some opinions on it so that people can understand superheroes better, but I haven't figured out how to do it yet."

"Sounds good." Peter said, hanging upside down on the bridge, shaking his body. "I can follow you on Twitter, so many fans will follow along."

"If possible, I hope to make Spider-Man more handsome." He compared a little distance with his fingers: "This is enough."

Tang Su couldn't help laughing: "Okay, no problem."

The two of them were talking when they suddenly saw a commotion in front of them. Many people gathered under a tall building and looked up.

"It seems that someone is going to jump off the building." Peter glanced at that, and quickly shot out a spider's thread to swing there.

Tang Su flew there with him.

It was a middle-aged man in an old suit with yellowed cuffs and gray temples.He had already stood on the edge of the roof at this moment, his expression painful and tangled.

A policeman shouted at him with a loudspeaker below, basically saying that there are still many good things in life, don't commit suicide on the spur of the moment and so on.

When Peter arrived, many people saw it, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Shh." Peter lay on the floor upstairs, waving at the people below, fearing that they would expose himself.

He wanted to go up secretly to save the person who committed suicide.

"I'll go." Tang Su moved closer to him and whispered, "I can be invisible, so he won't be able to find me."

"Okay." Peter agreed.

Tang Su flew to the other side of the building and pressed the invisibility button. The surface of the battle armor flickered and slowly merged with the surroundings.

"Is this invisible?" Tang Su shook his hands curiously.

But now is not the time to investigate the function. He flew up, trying not to bring up the airflow, and slowly approached the middle-aged man on the edge of the roof.

He was only one meter away from the middle-aged man, and when he was about to reach out, the man seemed to have heard something and yelled frantically: "Impossible, I have nothing left! My wife and children are all dead , There was a car accident, it was all because of me, I killed them! I am the only one left, what's the point of being alive, why not be with them. "

His sudden outburst stunned everyone, and Tang Su even froze in place, breathing seemed to cause trembling and pain.

After the man shouted, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, and jumped down amidst the uproar.

Tang Su subconsciously followed and grabbed his arm.

At the same time, Peter's spider web stuck to the man's back.

Although his body moved, Tang Su didn't actually react. He stopped in mid-air and looked into the man's eyes.

But those eyes did not have the pain and despair he had imagined, but were filled with viciousness and pride.

Realizing something, his eyes widened.

It was already too late, a black hole-like crack opened in the air, swallowing him and the middle-aged man directly.

The sudden change stunned everyone. Peter reacted quickly, subconsciously pulling his own spider thread back, and at the same time jumped up, trying to grab the middle-aged man's clothes.

But the speed of the black hole was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped the two of them and disappeared.Peter could barely touch the corner of his clothes. He looked at the spider web that had been cut from the middle, and fell backwards to the ground.

"...Too bad." He murmured in a low voice: "It's a trap, you must tell Mr. Stark quickly."

Tang Su landed on the ground, and the feeling of being teleported was uncomfortable, as if being stuffed into a washing machine and rolled a few times.

Lying on the ground, dizzy and with acid regurgitation, it took him a moment to realize he was being grabbed.

He didn't know when the battle armor was removed, he sat up propped up, and turned his head to look around.

This place seemed to be a basement, and many people around were tied to the ground with cloth stuffed in their mouths.Judging from their clothes, these people seemed to have little in common. Seeing that he was awake, they didn't give him much look or attention.

"You finally woke up. It was just a small teleportation. You have been in a coma for so long. Your physique is much worse than that of a little bat." A voice came, and he suddenly looked in that direction, only to find that the person standing in the shadow with a person.

The man stepped out, his green hair and pale face reflected in the dim light.

—It's a clown!