Superhero is my ex boyfriend [Zhongyingmei]

"Eric, promise me, no matter what, don't force Abigail."

Even if the other party didn't want to listen to him at all, Charles stayed on the phone with him as much as possible.

"Whatever you think you want to do, don't do it rashly at this dangerous point in time."

"Damn it, Eric!"

Charles slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the wheelchair.

However, to no avail.

Hank leaned over worriedly: "Professor, what's the matter?"

Charles took a deep breath and replied helplessly, "She probably knew about that."

"Just like animals can detect when humans are malicious, she was swallowed by maliciousness. Including, ours."

Hank, who was standing next to Charles, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "If it's really because of that incident... then the responsibility should be borne by me, and it has nothing to do with you."

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On the corner of Eric's tightly pursed mouth, a determined smile appeared.

In his view, this is not only not a bad time, but the best opportunity.Although he didn't know why, Charles' character, which had always been able to please the little girl, had also suffered a defeat. Now, Abigail, who had been betrayed by many relatives, was at her most vulnerable, and this was the best time to take her away.

Abigail quietly leaned her head on the cracked car window, wrapped her thin clothes tightly, and closed her eyes tightly, feeling cold even in this summer.

The brilliance of the setting sun shone from the west, and sprinkled the blood-red twilight on the huge glass curtain wall of New York City. In such an afternoon, everything with sound seemed to be frozen, whether it was a collision on the street Crooked vehicles, or a young man leaning on a utility pole and falling into a coma, all indicate that the city is falling asleep and cannot wake up.

The entire New York City fell into a nightmare.

Eric looked at the desolate scene along the way, with a proud smile on the corner of his mouth: "Abigail, if you can learn to control your ability, then you will never be inferior to Charles in the future."

He turned his head to look at Abigail and said, "Are you afraid?"

Abigail buried her head in her palms and whispered, "Afraid of being alone."

Fear of being different.

Eric stopped the car at the door of her house, leaned over, and gently placed a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead, like kissing a flower: "Okay, let's go home."

Abigail nodded, opened the car door silently, glanced at the messy street under the setting sun, tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, and didn't ask any more questions.

Just when she was about to get out of the car, Eric suddenly said, "I know you're in a mess right now, but I hope you can say goodbye to your mother as soon as possible, we have to flee."

Abigail paused when she pushed the car door: "I won't go with you."

Eric shook his head: "Abigail, New York is a place of right and wrong. The government will soon investigate all the people on the day to find my accomplice. I can help you fight the crime, but it can't be hidden for a while. For the rest of my life, what you did will be exposed sooner or later, and the whole of New York will be against you."

He said, reaching out to hold Abigail's hand: "They will never give you a chance to reform yourself."

Abigail lowered her head and gritted her teeth: "They forced me."

Between words, like a stubborn child.

After finishing speaking, Abigail raised her head vigilantly and looked at the man beside her. His face was hidden in the shadows intersecting with the afterglow of the setting sun and the car, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Why help me?"

Eric smiled: "I want to help you, can't I?"

Abigail said word by word, "I ask you why you helped me."

"You want to benefit from me, and I've known this since the first day I saw you."

Eric watched her indifferent and vigilant eyes, and said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that now is definitely not the right time. If you are willing to follow me, I will find a suitable opportunity in the future—"

The emotions that had just been appeased lost control again, and the thin layer of cold ice that Eric's fingertips had just melted began to spread again.

Abigail had lost patience with him a long time ago, and asked almost persuasively, "I ask you, why help me!"

There are sharp buzzing in the ears.

"You know the price of lying to me, right?"

Eric frowned, spread his hands, and said, "Maybe you don't want to believe me, but I have no other reason: I am your father."

Abigail sneered: "No, my father is dead. His name is Carlos Langdon, and he took me to see Professor Charles. There must be a limit to lying."

Ariel looked at her with a headache: "I know Carlos, the puppeteer."

"That's what I thought when I first met you."

"Abigail, although I'm ashamed to say it, I have to admit that even us adults do some ridiculous things when we are young."

"In fact, before I confirmed it... Abigail, you may not understand it now. Although some things seem to be certain events, they are very likely to be unknown random events..."

Abigail's eyes widened in astonishment, and after being shocked by his reason for a long time, she slowly said, "You lied to me."

The voice of this sentence was very low, as if it was not for Eric, but for his own confirmation.

Eric reached out and grabbed her wrist, as if he was afraid of offending her, he let go as if he was burned: "You know I didn't lie to you, I don't have the ability to lie to you. Abigail, you don't even know I'm How happy it is to know that I have relatives, how precious a blood connection is to me—"

Especially me, with nothing.

Abigail closed her eyes impatiently, turned around and opened the door: "Don't waste your efforts, I won't believe you, and I will never leave with you, you go."

As if annoyed by her attitude, Eric said anxiously: "Can you stop playing childish temper? Even if you don't believe that I am your father, so what, you can't control your ability at all, if you don't Leave, you will hurt yourself sooner or later!"

Abigail was so burned by the tone of reprimand, she turned her head suddenly, and smiled almost distortedly: "You said you were my father? When you first met me, you watched me being beaten by a Killing and beating!"

Her eyes widened, and big tears rolled down from bloodshot eyes: "Do you know how happy I was when I heard that my father was dead?"

"I told myself: It's because he died that he couldn't come to me. It's not because of his negligence that I'm so lonely."

"I have had fathers. I have dozens and hundreds of fathers. I don't remember their names. I only know that they were brought back by my mother to spend the night. They all treated me very well, played with me, and told me stories. Take me to the pet store to buy kittens...but every time I start trusting them, they disappear and a stranger takes their place, and until then, I don't want to have a father anymore."

Why do you fall in love with Peter?He was obviously useless at that time.

Because he is so lonely, I see him as I see myself, so I understand his loneliness better than anyone.

Abigail held her hand tightly, and the layer of ice started along the corner of the car glass and spread up bit by bit, causing the temperature inside the car to drop sharply.

"I already have a father, not you."

"His name is Tony Stark. He taught me what he has learned all his life. When I am bullied, he will stand up for me. When my boyfriend left me, he knew he couldn't beat me, and he would take it out on me. Always help me stop the press that presses me."

"Instead of sitting idly by while I was being strangled by the murderer."

"So I'm here waiting for him to come back, instead of going to an unknown place with someone like you. I know that he will never give up on me, even if I am abandoned by the world, I will find a foothold with him— —”

"So I would rather believe that my father is dead. No, my father is already dead, just like my mother."

After she finished speaking, she pushed open the car door, looked back at Eric, and walked out quickly.

As if stabbed by her last look, Eric lowered his head and bit his lips, and shouted out of control: "Why do you blame me for all this? You know your mother's truth better than anyone else. Those behaviors, I didn’t even know that you were my child at the time? What’s more, everyone thought you were the child of the puppeteer, and I was just... I was just one of those people!"

those people?

Abigail stopped abruptly, twisted her fingers together, and dug into her own flesh.

Eric noticed something was wrong, and when he wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible, there was a scream like a ghost crying in his ears, blood overflowed from his ears, and the world in his eyes quickly blurred——

Abigail gritted her teeth and asked word by word: "So you gave birth to me so irresponsibly? And then left me behind, making me a different kind?"

Eric covered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "You know I didn't mean that... Abigail, you have lost control of your emotions now, what you said is not what you think, but what is reflected on you malice, do you understand?"

The beeping disappeared in an instant.

People who have been forced into a nightmare in New York City are waking up.

Eric raised his head and saw the girl in front of him took a step back in horror, covering her painful head.Green vines rose from the soles of her feet, wrapped around her ankles, and climbed upwards.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Eric rushed out of the car, hugged Abigail who was struggling violently, tried to cut off the growing vines on her body with all his strength, and shouted: "Charles!"

"Charles, what's going on!"

After the almost terrifying mind control stopped, Charles finally breathed out from his suffocation: "Eric, what the hell did you do..."

The vines are getting tighter and growing at breakneck speed.Eric watched his child surrounded by vines growing from her body, and shouted: "I ask you what's going on!"

Charles' voice drifted over: "What the hell did you say to her?"

"Now she subconsciously has an extreme disgust for her own blood, and her out-of-control emotions make her try to cut off your blood, but how is it possible? So, her out-of-control ability has started a near-suicidal behavior, even She couldn't stop herself."

The author has something to say: our Rocky Angel will be out soon, so don't blow my dog's head off...

【Holding the head and running away】