Superhero is my ex boyfriend [Zhongyingmei]

After hearing Abigail's pretentious introduction, classmate Peter's complexion was not very good.

Of course, his mask was so tightly wrapped that no one could see his expression clearly.

Eric has seen all kinds of turmoil, and at this moment he has no desire to argue with the little vinegar jar. He just sits calmly on the sofa, ready to continue watching horror movies.

At a glance, Peter decided that this guy was not a good person, so the spider silk in his hand shot out straight to the other person's cheek.

Magneto reacted very quickly. He quickly moved over a metal decoration not far away, blocking the path of the spider silk, and threw the metal object that was tightly stuck to the spider silk out of the window. Peter didn't react. Subconsciously, he was taken out by the flying metal object, and after flying out of the window, it turned into a shooting star in the sky.

Abigail watched the two of them fight, dumbfounded.

My precious etchings...

It's all hard-earned money, hard-earned money...

Abigail clutched her heart and said with great pain: "The shark is big, can you go out and fight—"

Before he finished speaking, the unwilling Peter jumped in from the window again, grabbed the white porcelain bottle on the table with the spider silk in his hand, and slammed it at Magneto's head!

Abigail:! ! !My mother's Chinese white porcelain Guanyin vase!

That's all money!Splashing money!How much money was earned by working overtime all night!

Eric didn't panic. The ball that had been spinning in his palm just now turned into a flat shield in an instant. He was not injured by the porcelain bottle smashed against it, and his slender legs were leisurely stacked on the shield Together, as if waiting for the opponent's next wave of offensive.

Peter, who was knocked out, turned his head extremely quickly, hooked the chair by the window, and threw it at Magneto who was sitting on the sofa!

Eric frowned, and the sofa under him retreated quickly. After avoiding Peter's blow, it hit the wall of the hall, and the photo frame on the wall trembled with the shaking of the wall and fell down.

It stopped in mid-air before hitting Eric's head.

Abigail was totally shocked.

Peter gritted his teeth, thinking that he had already driven the opponent to a dead end, and he must not miss the last blow. His spider web aimed at Abigail's TV and sprayed it.

However, after that, there was a long, frozen silence.

Abigail unexpectedly stretched out her hand suddenly, grabbed his spider silk, and blocked the other party's further momentum.

Eric, who was sitting on the sofa, saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, probably laughing at Peter—see, your girlfriend, come back to help me in the end.

Peter was also taken aback. He didn't expect Abigail to turn to the strange man and look back at Abigail in a daze.

...It looks like it won't work.

Abigail's originally gentle and beautiful face was covered with killing intent at some point, and her whole face was hidden in the darkness, except for a pair of eyes that were particularly bright and ferocious. It bent upwards at a strange angle, revealing a terrifying smile.

She approached Peter step by step, gritted her teeth almost word by word, and said, "I said, I want you to go out and fight?"

Peter and Eric shivered at the same time.

Abigail's smile got bigger and bigger, and it became more and more frightening. The expression on her face wanted to tear the two of them to pieces: "I broke my things, you two pay for it? Huh?"

Then, the two tall men were picked up by a girl's hands by the collar at the same time, like chickens.

Peter and Eric shuddered under her horrible smile.

Peter: "Pay, pay, pay!"

Eric: "Full price compensation."

Abigail's anger still didn't disappear, as if she couldn't hear what the two of them said at all, she roared angrily, "I told you to come out! Go! Fight!"

Then, the famous Spider-Man, Magneto, was grabbed by the collar by Abigail and thrown out of the window one after the other, turning into two shining meteors walking side by side in the sky.

……

After throwing the meteor, Abigail turned around angrily, threw herself on the bed in her bedroom, and went straight to sleep.

... If there is a leak, let it leak, she doesn't care.

However, what Abigail did not expect was that when she got up at noon the next day, she was surprised to find that her window had been repaired.

What's more, the originally chaotic hall was tidied up, and even the broken white porcelain bottle was half glued and placed on the table.

On the sofa that returned to his original position, Peter fell asleep exhausted, holding a piece of broken porcelain that hadn't been glued on in his hand.

Abigail was afraid that he would cut his palm, so he carefully removed the tile and placed it on the table.

This fool.

Before he could soften his heart, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Abigail hurried downstairs and opened the door.

The warm sunshine at noon fell from the top of the head, shining on the handsome face of the man in the wheelchair.Those deep blue eyes, as deep as the sea, reflected the sunlight, revealing a gentle and calm expression.

The jewel-like blue eyes gave people a feeling of extreme peace of mind, and the corners of the dark red lips pursed into a graceful smile, which made him very friendly: "Long time no see, Abigail."

Knowing who he is without an introduction, Abigail hurriedly said, "Long time no see, Professor."

At this time, Peter, who was rubbing his eyes and holding his chicken coop head, came downstairs. When he saw Abigail's guest, he was inexplicably embarrassed for a moment. He almost put the hood on his head quickly, and rushed out the door: "I... …I go first!"

Abigail invites him in.

The wheelchair turned slowly, making a slight noise.

Abigail smiled, realizing she hadn't washed her face yet.

After she invited Charles into the house, she took the opportunity to pour coffee for him, wiped her face in the kitchen, dried it quickly, combed her hair a few times, and walked out.

Charles looked back at her with a gentle smile on his lips: "I didn't expect you to grow up so soon, so soon."

"Your father, Carlos Langdon, was my mentor. Many things I know now were given to me by him. Including the original intention of building the school, it also came from him."

Abigail asked cautiously: "Then he now..."

Charles smiled: "Unfortunately, he has passed away. But he has always paid attention to you during his lifetime, so I can know where you live and what you do. Although he never came to see you, I know He's always been proud of what you've accomplished, Abigail."

Abigail froze for a moment.

She lowered her head and tapped the side of the coffee cup lightly.

Was her father proud of her accomplishment?

It was a subtle feeling, at least her mother never did, and the only thing she would say was: Abigail, I'm short of money, I'm using the money in your locker.

A small warmth rose in her heart, and she sincerely thanked Charles for being willing to tell her these things.

After reminiscing about the past, the kind expression on Charles's face disappeared, and turned into an extremely serious expression: "Abigail, I need you to believe me and tell me your current situation."

Abigail hesitated.

Charles looked at her with beautiful eyes and said, "Abigail, you are too powerful as far as I can detect, so if you need me to help you, you must tell me everything .”

Seeing that Abigail did not speak for a long time, the other party leaned his back on the wheelchair, and his voice became a little colder: "Do you know why your father came to me so eagerly back then?"

Abigail was a little nervous. She was terrified of upsetting Charles, who had traveled all the way to see her.

She shook her head a little nervously.

Charles said word by word: "Precognition."

Abigail froze.

Charles slowly said: "Precognition. Do you know how terrifying and powerful this is? Abigail, if you let your ability develop without controlling it, your entire life will become a fixed straight line. You Will fall into complete despair. You already know the ending of everything, but you are powerless to reverse it, isn't this a very sad thing?"

As he spoke, he approached Abigail, slowed down his voice, and said softly, "So, trust me, I can help you."

Seeing that Abigail was still feeling uneasy, he reached out and held Abigail's hand, as if he wanted to comfort her.

However, the moment the other party touched Abigail's finger, Abigail heard the voice again——

"Say it."

It was almost a pressing and anxious voice, however, this voice was obviously not Charles's voice, but a woman's voice.

Abigail looked hesitantly at the hand Charles was holding her, with well-knit fingers, white and beautiful, holding her hand firmly at the moment, but—

In a blink of an eye, she seemed to see the blue back of Charles's scales under his fair skin through that layer of good-looking skin, and she was suddenly shocked.

Abigail broke free from Charles' hand subconsciously, and the threatening voice suddenly disappeared.

Charles' blue and gentle eyes watched her quietly: "Are you afraid of me, Abigail?"

Abigail always felt that something was wrong, she stretched out her hand and caressed Charles' face, but that handsome and gentle face suddenly turned into a double image, with yellow eyes and blue skin superimposed under the handsome appearance Abigail was taken aback by the woman's face.

As soon as she let go, her face was still Charles' gentle and handsome face.

At this time, Abigail's doorbell rang again.

She stood up in a panic: "Professor Charles, I'm sorry, I'm going to open the door."

Charles smiled and stretched out his hand, clasped her wrist tightly with his strong fingers, and said in an almost persuasive tone: "I hope you can give me the answer now."

Abigail tried to break free from his hand, but the man's hand was so strong that it hurt to almost grab Abigail's wrist.

Abigail noticed the threatening aura of the other party, and raised her eyebrows angrily. Then, Charles felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand, and tiny thorns grew out.

He frowned, and suddenly let go of the fingers holding Abigail's wrist, and the cold look on his face returned to a gentle smile.

Abigail rubbed her sore wrist, took a deep breath, walked out, and opened the door.

The harsh sun shone down.

The noon sun reflected warmly on the gentle and handsome face of the man in the wheelchair. Charles was sitting outside the door with a warm smile, showing a soft smile to Abigail: "Good afternoon, Abigail .”

He smiled and pointed to the shy young man standing behind him: "This is Hank, my colleague and friend."

Hank smiled shyly: "Hello, Abigail."

Abigail froze in place, suddenly realized something, left the two people who were greeting her at the door, and rushed into the room, however, the living room was empty, only one person remained standing in place wheelchair.

The previous "Charles" was gone.