Superhero is my ex boyfriend [Zhongyingmei]

It took a long time for Abigail to understand the scientific name of the cold, air-like thing that enveloped Eric.

...the villain's aura.

If she had to describe it, it would probably be...

Mom!This man is so terrifying, even scarier than a perverted murderer!

So, for Abigail, her only reaction at that time was: run.

However, the other party obviously did not intend to let her go, and walked over while calmly spinning the bullet pressed between her eyebrows, the smile in his eyes deepened: "Do you think they will really let you go? If One day your identity will be exposed and everyone will know that you are also a member of the "mutant", what do you think will happen to you?"

As soon as he approached, Abigail subconsciously wanted to back away, but she secretly thought that even if there was something wrong with her, the big deal was that she would be more suspicious like Peter, and besides, she was not as quick to save as Peter. people of the world...

The smile on Eric's face disappeared: "Still, do you think you can save the world by yourself? Like your little boyfriend? Abigail, why don't you understand that even if superheroes are different, they You are transformed by science and technology, you are a 'hero', but you are different, you have evolved from your genes, so you will always be a different kind."

"We will always be different."

"What's more, the dangerous goods that are willing to obey the government are the real beneficial goods. If they are not, they will become the blades in the hands of the enemy. You will not only be a different kind, but also become what they call a 'traitor'."

The aura emanating from his body was getting stronger and stronger, making Abigail want to keep away from him, but the bullet followed like a maggot to the bone, making her more and more uneasy.

When he laughed, Abigail always felt that he looked like a cunning shark, but now he stopped smiling, and the way he quietly looked at people was very shocking.

An almost sad expression shrouded that handsome face.

He said slowly, "So, come with me, Abigail."

Abigail felt that such convincing words would have been able to incite people's hearts, if he had only been a hero to save the beauty, and hadn't put the bullet across Abigail's eyebrows.

When Eric said these words, his slender and powerful fingers were covered with thorns, and the sharp thorns broke through the ground with the force of flesh and blood, piercing his beautiful hands with blood, but he He didn't seem to realize it, but just quietly looked at Abigail in front of him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Abigail opened her mouth, but was overwhelmed by the shocking intimidation on him.

Eric suddenly withdrew his hand, and put the bullet that had hit Abigail's forehead into his thorny hand, and said calmly, "Okay, I won't force you, I'll give you time to think."

After finishing speaking, he approached Abigail and smiled: "Say hello to your mother for me."

He seemed to want to reach out and pat Abigail's head lightly, but when he found that his hands were full of sharp thorns, he put his hands behind his back, bowed slightly, and kissed Abigail between the eyebrows.

Abigail is creepy.

It was a threatening kiss.

After Eric turned around, the bullet floated above the palm of his hand. He didn't know what kind of powerful force it received, and it was soon deformed, twisted, and out of shape.

At this time, a shout suddenly sounded in the distance: "Abigail!"

Peter ran over at a very fast speed, grabbed Abigail's hand, rushed up to see if she was injured, and asked eagerly: "Are you okay? Are you injured? Just now Is that the one who kidnapped you?"

Even though Abigail did not recover from the shock, Peter gritted his teeth in a panic, and turned his head to chase him. Abigail suddenly woke up and stopped him: "No... no, he is the rescuer. my people."

Eric, who had walked away, seemed very satisfied hearing this sentence, and waved his bloody hand without looking back, probably as a farewell.

Peter was exhausted looking for her, his chest was heaving violently because of his mood swings, he hugged her into his arms and said loudly: "It's all my fault! It's all my fault! It would be great if I found you sooner... "

He hugged Abigail tightly, blamed himself remorsefully, asked her repeatedly if something was wrong with her body, and wanted to take Abigail to the hospital, but Abigail, who was distracted, didn't hear what he said at all .

Her eyes stayed blankly on the ground in the alley.

Because Peter was too excited when he found her, he didn't pay attention to other things, he just called out to her: "Abigail?"

Gentle voice, one after another.

However, Abigail's eyes were fixed on the dark red liquid slowly flowing out of the alley.

Although the vines on the murderer's body have withered and disappeared, there are still dozens of large and small blood holes lying on his body, and judging from the extent of his flesh and blood, those blood holes all grew out of his body. Like empty eyes, they were staring at Abigail blankly.

Abigail was terrified, and hurriedly buried her head in Peter's arms. For a moment, she thought that it was not her fault, she was just too scared, and it was obvious that the other party shot her first. She...she was just scared.

Abigail buried her face in Peter's steady, strong chest, clutching his sleeves with her fingers, and burst into tears of fear.

What to do, has she become a murderer?

The man on the ground seems to be alive, do you want to call an ambulance?But what should I say if I go to the hospital, should I tell the police that she dug out dozens of blood holes in the other person?

As Eric said, once exposed, it will be beyond redemption...

Peter now turned his back to him, and focused all his attention on her, he didn't even see the weak breathing person behind him...

She... can she leave this person and run away?Then, when Peter came to ask her, what would she say?

Abigail was terrified, for a moment she desperately longed for Peter to save her, but now she was so sad that Peter never showed up...

Peter wanted to comfort her, reached out to touch her head, and kept saying comforting words, but it all became useless empty words in Abigail's world-she began to selfishly for a moment. Blame Peter, why he didn't come, why he had to wait for him there by himself, if he did something during these five hours, he wouldn't end up like this.

A kind of extreme fear rose in Abigail, and for a moment she wanted to rush forward, pull Eric back, and beg him to help her figure out a way.

Eric must have a way, I don't know why, Abigail just intuited that he must have a way, even if that way is against morality...

It took Abigail a long time to realize her selfishness, and she bit her lip, bleeding from her pale lower lip.

She looked up at Peter with eyes full of tears, knowing that even if Peter was her lover, with his righteous character, it was absolutely impossible for him to perjure himself.

In desperation, Abigail can only face it all, even if the future Eric paints makes her shudder.

She could almost imagine the scene where the policeman sat in front of her and asked him one after another:

"Miss Ross, can you explain to us how you poked countless blood holes out of this man's body?"

Abigail grabbed Peter's sleeve and whimpered softly: "I didn't mean to, it was him...he shot me first, I didn't mean to..."

Peter comforted her blankly, but he didn't know what was wrong with her, so he could only repeat over and over again: "Okay, you are safe now, don't be afraid, your crying broke my heart..."

Abigail knew that the truly terrible things had yet to begin. She knew exactly what Eric was talking about—mutant registration. Once she was identified as a mutant, she would be tested and grounded.

Abigail's eyes widened in astonishment.

She froze in place, looking at the person standing up while leaning on the wall not far away, panting.

The man covered in blood was trying to stand up, and the damaged blood holes on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye like fast-growing plants in an instant.

Abigail watched blankly as all the wounds on his body healed, and looked down to find her hands clasped tightly.

Is it her... her power?

Peter was still comforting her, but was pushed away by Abigail.

Seeing that the person in front of her seemed to be still being suppressed by the strength in her hand after healed, her eyes were getting bigger and bigger, her body was covered with bloodshot eyes, and her whole body seemed to be swelling, so Abigail immediately loosened her grip in fright. finger.

At this moment, Peter, who was in a daze, suddenly realized that there was someone behind him, and he raised his foot and kicked the person who had just stood up.

After the murderer's back hit the wall heavily, he tilted his head and passed out.

Peter stood still in shock, his hearing and vision were extremely sharp, but for such a long time just now, he was completely, completely unaware that there was a living person behind him.

But what worried him even more was that Abigail's face was pale, and she seemed to be seriously ill.

Her head was dizzy, as if she heard Peter's voice in a trance:

"Abigail looks very distressed. I need to send her to the hospital quickly. But who was that person just now? Did he save Abigail? Why did he kiss her again?"

Abigail seemed to have been pulled out of most of her strength. At this moment, her eyes could not be opened very much. She looked up at Peter blankly, but found that the voice was still going on, but Peter didn't open his mouth to speak at all.

The voice in her ear and the scene in front of her eyes became more and more blurred. Abigail tried hard to open her eyes to see the scene in front of her eyes clearly, and asked, "What did you say?"

A strange feeling was battling her consciousness, but it was so foreign it made her uncomfortable.

Abigail seemed to have lost the ability to think, but she judged intuitively that this was a feeling that didn't belong to her at all.

Worry, regret, and a little bit of jealousy.

Abigail could no longer open her eyes, and was completely plunged into the tide-like darkness.

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Thank you Fang Shajiang and Tianmeng's Landmine~