The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

His hands glowed with a crystal cold light, and the cold breath was mixed with the flying fine pieces of snow. This color has a beauty unique to ice and snow and a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

However, this person’s heart may not be like this——

It has little to do with whether or not he ever wanted to rule Earth.

The blonde girl tilted her head and looked at him without blinking. To be honest, too many aliens seem to be very interested in this place, but what is the point of this matter in reality.

Loki looked a little strange to her, "I could feel it when I first saw you, not to mention you look like this now, it's just a confirmation."

"So you were just testing me...what did I look like?"

"You are born to control the power of the sea or the wind." Loki glanced behind each other, and then looked at the sharp horn with complicated magic patterns, "You have both."

Arya didn't miss his move, and asked curiously: "Is this a rare phenomenon or a terrible curse? Like the one predicted to bring disaster?"

"No." Loki was silent for two seconds, as if he was too lazy to complain about her. "As far as I know, this is rare, but it's not just you. However, maybe you shouldn't let other people know."

Arya looked at him uncertainly, "You mean, don't let other people see me the way I am now? But the killer just now..."

"No," Loki took a deep breath, and seemed to be trying to suppress the urge to draw the knife, "What's wrong with you? People in the Atrium don't know anything about these, what I'm saying is, if one day..."

Arya waited quietly for him to finish.

"Let's talk about it next time." He turned and left, his back gradually becoming illusory and blurred, "I'm going back."

"Thank you, and," before the other party disappeared, the blond girl raised her voice, "Merry Christmas."

Loki gave her a surprised look. Obviously he didn't care about the earth's festival, but he reluctantly accepted the other party's blessing, and slightly nodded slightly, "...don't die so easily."

After the other party left, Arya found that he still didn't say how long the magic would expire.

The girl looked at the wings hanging down beside her in a daze.

The feathers, which are as white as new snow, are extremely soft to the touch. She couldn't put it down after touching them a few times. She happily used her fingertips, palms and backs of her hands to rub them alternately. Although it is close to two meters, her wings are probably three or four meters long——

and many more.

By the way... will the wings lose their hair?

Arya silently withdrew her hand touching the wings.

She controlled the strong and powerful wings to fully unfold, and the layers of thick feathers stretched out. At the same time, she jumped several meters high with force on her legs. With this amazing jumping force, she flew directly into the sky!

Arya flew over the wide canal between Gotham and the metropolis. The flowing water of the river was shining with lights and shadows. Sirens sounded constantly from the busy pier, and the lighted cruise ships shuttled back and forth. Go, head east to converge on the Atlantic Ocean.

She is already familiar with the perspective of overlooking the city from a high place, and she is even used to the feeling of flying at a high altitude and overlooking the world.

After all, she can synchronize vision and senses with the eagle, and can also control the latter to fly through mental control, which is almost the same as her incarnation as an eagle.

But still not the same.

She shuttled in the high-altitude night wind, and the cold wind like a steel knife hit her face in the winter night, but it didn't give the slightest pain, and she was flying against the wind, but she didn't feel strenuous. For a moment, she even seemed to be driving Flowing air and insolent cold wind.

As if... this body was born for this.

The girl lowered her body slightly, and the air flow brushed over her skin and feathers, creating an indescribable feeling, causing her to spin and turn wantonly in the air, and her fully stretched wings folded and bloomed.

She flitted across the water with her arms open, and when her wings flapped, the air waves rolled and churned, cutting a chasm-like water line on the river surface, and the ripples rippled in circles, shattering the pool of stars and lights.

The dim sky and the night-reflected river form a line, extending endlessly into the distance until the end of the world.

Arya heard the children's exclamation from the cruise ship, but when the parents turned around, the flying figure had already disappeared into the distance, and disappeared into the blank night in the children's bright eyes.

She heard a clear eagle's howl echoing from the sky, and when she looked up, she found the figure of her little friend flying under the dim clouds, "Hey, now we can fly together."

Suddenly--

Seeing a figure flash past, the speed was as fast as thunder and lightning, almost pulling out afterimages in the night, tearing out a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Arya: "..."

Superman, who rescued earthquake victims on the other side of the earth not long ago, is back, but the magic of invisibility still exists, and Superman is no different from ordinary people in this respect, so he didn't see himself passing by another unlicensed flying person .

Arya had already seen the colorful metropolis across the river.

The bright lights range from the offices of the office buildings to the neon signs of the shopping mall. The square is full of festive atmosphere, and the colorful lights are hung all over the treetops. This grand scene spreads along the river bank and extends to the distance beyond the field of vision.

She landed unscrupulously on the crowded square. Anyway, there is the existence of invisibility magic. Many children ran past her laughing and laughing. Parents followed behind. Young teenagers and girls were taking selfies or taking photos. kiss.

There are several tall Christmas trees in the center of the square. The golden Star of Bethlehem at the top is shining brightly. The trees are surrounded by gold and silver interlaced light belts that symbolize holiness and glory, as well as colorful balls and snowflakes, surrounded by a circle of low A low fence, and an archway covered with colored glass lights, and a cluster of lush green garlands with bright bows hanging from the door—

The children were giggling and running around the Christmas tree, and perhaps she had stood in front of the arch staring at the garlands for too long, and Arya heard someone behind her asking, "Do you know how to read it?"

"The bow tie closely connects people and the immortal favor of the gods," the girl looked up at the green wreath dotted with red fruits, "the circle means the beginning and end of no trace, God's love for the world is endless and has no beginning end."

The man murmured unhurriedly, "Do you agree?"

The blonde girl stood there without looking back, looking at the wreath in confusion, "I appreciate the implication, but... I don't know."

After a brief silence, Arya turned. "Good evening, Miss Bloett...or whatever your real name is."

The dark-haired woman held a closed folding fan, her delicate face glowed with radiance, she stood gracefully under the lights, and this city that seemed to be burning in the festive atmosphere seemed to be eclipsed.

"You stand under the mistletoe."

"Well, it's obvious?" Arya certainly didn't forget this, but now that she was in an invisible state, she didn't consider the problems it might bring, "But...do you really want to kiss me?"

She looked at the clear-eyed little girl with great interest. The latter was obviously not a child who had never been in love at all. "According to the custom here, you can't refuse?"

"No, I'm not talking about that," Arya shook her head, and said with some confusion, "I'm, um, invisible now, you...I feel like people around you can see you, so you have to let them See you kissing the air?"

The dark-haired woman chuckled, she didn't insist on doing that, she seemed to be kind enough to remind, "His magic is about to expire."

——Everyone in this city will see their wings.

Arya thought calmly, she felt that she should go home, but she didn't want to leave like this for a while, and subconsciously she didn't want to ask the other party for help, "I want to see your fan."

The other party handed it over kindly, and Arya touched the slightly cool tentacles of the bamboo fan, stroked the evenly distributed cloud-like patterns with her fingertips, and gently opened the fan, a beautifully painted flower painting slowly unfolded.

The soft dark green vines grow wantonly, and there are clusters of pink and pure white flowers growing on the vines. The red roses are fresh and beautiful, while the white roses are pure and brilliant. The petals bloom layer by layer but have not yet fully bloomed, staying at the most amazing moment The moment before coming.

Next to it, there is a line of poems written in a graceful and graceful style——

Arya stuffed the fan back without saying a word, "Give it back to you."

The other party looked at her in surprise, "You don't like it?"

"No," Arya shook her head, "I don't know cursive."

"..."

Arya was a little embarrassed, "Did I bother you to go out to find a woman?"

"No, Blackness, I'm only there when you need me. I'm here because you want to see me."

"I want to?" Arya glanced at her, not quite sure about the answer, "Oh, well, I do want to find you...what's the matter between you and Norman Osborn? "

The other party was obviously not surprised when she asked this, she closed the folding fan with her slender white fingers, and recalled thoughtfully, "Perhaps ten years ago, my believer recommended him, he wanted to gain power, and he asked me for help." Guidance, I gave him some hints, he succeeded, but he also paid a price, but now he is unwilling to bear it."

"I understand, you taught him to make that potion that strengthens the human body, and now the side effects are too severe, but he hired me because he thought you... were a human being like Luthor, at most a superhuman killer or something, He doesn't even know that the person who introduced him is your believer, right?" Arya looked at her with complicated emotions: "And, seriously, believer?"

"Is it difficult for you to understand this kind of behavior?" The black-haired woman smiled. "Human beings will fear all unknown existences. The height of science cannot answer all questions, so faith has become their safe haven."

Arya is not completely incomprehensible, "But..."

"Ok?"

Arya suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them about the garland just now, "I think the reason why gods are gods is because they can choose what to do, not because they are defined as gods because of what they do."

"This is something humans don't want to face, but sometimes they can't do anything about it, so there is the definition of evil gods," she readily agreed, "But doesn't their call when they are in trouble ever move your heart? You just need to give a little hope. To be masters of their bodies and minds, to watch them writhe in agony, crumble in despair—"

"No, no one calls me in distress, and," Arya looked at her in disbelief, "...it doesn't sound like fun at all."

"Yes, of course you said that, oh, yes, the magic on you," the other party slowly stretched out his finger and counted down, "three, two, one."

Arya: "..."

She must find a chance to learn magic.

Things aren't that bad right now, though.

Pedestrians walked on the square on Christmas Eve, some dressed as Santa Claus, some dressed as superheroes and took photos for a fee, and a group of young and beautiful girls were doing donation activities on the side of the road. Some of them were holding boxes, and some were explaining the activities to passers-by. The rules, the point being, are all well-groomed, with sequins on their skirts, gold halos and red antler barrettes on their heads, and pure white fake wings hanging from their backs.

Although Arya's wings were several times larger than theirs, but under such cover, the first reaction of people passing by would definitely not think that their appearance was real.

"Well," Arya straightened her slightly messy hair, blocking the part where the horns on the top of her head connected to the skin, "do I look like an angel?"

and many more.

Aliya suddenly saw a family of three passing by on the street, the father wearing black-rimmed glasses, the beautiful red-haired mother, and the boy with black hair and blue eyes. The first two looked at her in shock.

Clark and Louise couldn't believe what they saw, and their son Jonathan Jr. stood by, also casting curious glances.

"Hey!" A five or six-year-old black-haired girl passed by the blond girl. She had round baby cheeks and big grape-like eyes. She looked at her curiously and delightedly, and shouted asked, "Are you a unicorn?"

Arya: "..."

Clark: "..."

Louise: "..."

Xiao Qiao: "...???"

The little girl was still staring at those big watery eyes.

Arya smiled tiredly.

She bent down and touched the little girl's head, "You think so."

The latter cheered happily and ran away bouncing.

Xiao Qiao tugged at her father's wrist, "Her wings are so beautiful, they must be very expensive."

Clark didn't know what to say to his son, because he felt that it was not a question of price anymore, and the strangest thing was...

Both Superman and his son have excellent hearing. Although they don't want to do it subjectively, they can't help but hear the conversation not far away clearly.

Alia approached the cosplay angel girls. They were some high school students who came out to do social activities. One dollar can be drawn in the alley, and 100% of the gifts are given, and all the money from the lottery is donated.

"Look at this," Goldilocks fumbled for a tiny red cane wrapped in gold thread, and clutched one side of the cane. "Will you lead me out of the trap, Miss Shepherd*?"

The black-haired woman on the side smiled and held the other end, "Look at your performance, little lamb."

For a moment, Clark wanted to plug his son's ears, but the ladies' flirting was not too explicit, but Xiao Qiao's face was still full of curiosity, especially when he knew that the blonde lady, although she changed her hair color, she It was the villain who fought with his father not long ago——

But just now she seemed very gentle!

The little child is in bewilderment.

This year's Christmas Eve ended with a strange affair.

Arya didn't want to see Luther again for the time being, that would probably ruin the current good mood, no matter whether he was intentional or unintentional, or had other plans.

So, after saying goodbye to someone, she returned to the dark manor with howling winds in the woods, dilapidated buildings, and darkness everywhere. She was not afraid of anyone who wanted to sneak in and attack her. Didn't she see what happened to the first few people?

Her horns and wings disappeared automatically after a period of time. Arya moved out of the different dimension space to buy a new bed and a series of supplies, planning to sleep until the next night——

However, things backfired, but a few hours later, she slowly sat up from the bed, with her golden hair curled around her shoulders in a mess, and sighed faintly.

The generator at the estate blew up.

One after another.

Arya: "..."

I see that you do not know the value of life.

She swore that these shameless electricity thieves would bloody the manor tonight.