The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Abaddon didn't really want to say good afternoon.

Sisley, who was wearing a goatskin, didn't even want to ask if she could let go of her hand.

Under her palm is the firm and warm body of the young superhero. The boy who once saved her is now lying in the same position in her arms, with red ears, as if he was petrified.

Abaddon: …………

Abaddon: You blushed like a bubble teapot!

After spending several days and nights of endless fights with zombies, holding a human body like this is like picking up a scalding sweet potato with bare hands, Abaddon exhausted all his rationality to not throw him away directly, toss aside.

In the void that Peter Parker couldn't see, the light screen floated quietly, and every word was clearly visible.

[Lie contract: 0%]

Every time he sees this progress bar, the Lord of Hell feels a ridiculous headache.

The power of lies restrains him, and Abaddon can break free from this restraint, but this will cause him to consume more energy, which will lead to stronger restraint, and the process of completing the cooling of his main skills will also be longer.

The black-haired young man's eyes were blank, and by the way, he quietly took out the colored contact lenses from his empty pocket, ready to put them on at any time.

"You...no, I don't mind! Sorry for bumping into you...I mean thank you for catching me!"

It took two or three seconds before Peter came to his senses, and stammered in embarrassment.

Sisley in goatskin: *face deadpan*

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But the contract of lies obviously couldn't let her go. The black-haired young flower-like soft and beautiful lips opened and closed automatically, and the bright red lips and tongue were like a well-disguised snake letter, revealing the words that Sisley wanted to hit her head to death after hearing it.

"I think we're destined for each other."

Under Peter's horrified and confused eyes, the black-haired youth who suddenly appeared said softly.

Without waiting for any reaction from Peter, the dark-haired youth smiled; the smile almost lit up his entire face, bright and melancholy.

"You are the first person I saw in this city, and the first person I got close to."

"Uh, I'm honored?" Peter scratched his head and face. The black-haired young man was almost too frank. He felt that his face should be completely red now.

"If we become friends..." the black-haired young man hesitated to speak, "I will tell you the secret of my appearance in that alley, and...my secret. Would you like to listen? I want to be with you become friends."

Peter froze there.

When the lord of hell stretches out a hand to mankind, no one can not be bewitched.

Five minutes later, sitting in a sandwich shop with bright and clean windows near my home, he took off his uniform, showed his true face, and sat face to face with a black-haired young man who had played hooligans at each other as soon as they met, holding an omelet sandwich Peter Parker, still didn't understand how all this happened.

This was the first time that Peter took off his uniform and met so many eyes. His spider sensor did not call the police, but Peter himself was restless.

A lot of eyes fell on him, curious, envious, and implicitly jealous.

Peter hunched over in the booth of the sandwich shop, guessing that more eyes should be on the black-haired young man.

Everyone is spying on his smooth black hair like silk, his handsome pale face, his bright red lips, and the charm exuding from his gestures.

However, the perpetrators did not seem to sense the increasingly violent undercurrents in the sandwich shop.

Opposite him, the black-haired young man restrainedly took a small bite of the sandwich in his hand, picked up the pink slice of ham, and ate it slowly like a bird.

Thirty seconds ago, when the black-haired young man opened his pocket and unpreparedly took out a handful of ancient Babylonian gold coins to count, Peter Parker invited this meal without any explanation.

He was going to order Omlet sandwiches for both parties, but the black-haired young man insisted on ordering the cheapest breakfast sandwich, and only wanted a free glass of ice water.

"You are so considerate, my friend."

The black-haired young man showed sincere gratitude, and there was a rhythm full of charm in his tone of voice. Peter was sure that he was not the only one who was caught by the voice, because both male and female waiters would walk back and forth in their direction, and his ears Very clever, I could hear the buzzing sound of the black-haired youth suddenly increasing after he entered the store.

—One of the waiters almost spilled a tray of sandwiches and Coke on Peter.

"But when I exchange these gold coins into cash here at the pawn shop, I will also treat you to a meal."

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"... There are pawnshops in this era?" He murmured.

"do not have it?"

The black-haired young man stopped eating the sandwich, and looked at him with those wet and dark eyes. Peter could see some pity from it for no reason.

"The pawn shop no longer exists?"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not sure!"

Peter couldn't stand this wet gaze at all, his kind-hearted buff was instantly aroused, and Yu said on the spot, "I can take you to search in New York City later, maybe there are more!"

Only then did the black-haired young man show his face. He smiled slightly and looked at Peter with gratitude in his eyes.

— which also caused Peter's spider sense to start scratching his back frantically, because the eyes in the store had almost turned to jealousy at this time.

The little spider moved uncomfortably, taking a large bite of the sandwich to cover.

The Omlet Sandwich is really good. The mellow and thick egg liquid flows between the soft bread slices, the fragrant ham slices and the crisp and delicious lettuce. It forms a perfect match with the black pepper and yellow mustard sauce.

"It's really an amazing time."

The black-haired young man on the opposite side waited for him to finish his mouthful before saying with a sigh.

"I've traveled to many places in time, but this is the first time I've seen a world like this."

"........."

Peter couldn't help but stop sluggishly to take a bite of his sandwich.

"Time?" he asked dryly.

"I have lived so long, my friend, that no one in the world should remember my name."

The black-haired young man looked at him and smiled, and there was another layer of misty melancholy on his face.

"…………"

The little spider dryly put down the sandwich in his hand.

Mr. Stark always called him a fool, but the black-haired young man could be even more stupid than him, which made Peter feel a pity for the black-haired young man from the bottom of his heart.

But he didn't notice it for a while, the black-haired youth had already started to take things out of his pockets again.

Peter's eyesight was quite keen, and he could see a totem with simple patterns drawn on the young man's pale and slender fingers at a glance.

Before the other party showed it openly, Peter jumped forward and covered the black-haired young man's hand with his own.

The buzz in the sandwich shop grew louder, and there was a snap of a camera.

The little spider didn't notice.

"This, this can't be shown to others in public!" He whispered hastily, "I've seen it, take it back quickly, and just tell me what it is."

The black-haired young man ticked his palm, indicating that he knew it.

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He let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and the black-haired young man closed his fingers together and slowly retracted his hand.

"That's a teleportation totem."

The black-haired youth spoke in a calm voice, very gently.

"God gave me the power to walk freely in this world. I can use specific paintings to ask God to give me a convenient door."

"God?"

Peter was completely stunned, repeating the word almost instinctively in a low voice.The black-haired young man on the opposite side nodded, and Peter gradually came back to his senses.

"Then... what do you do? Is it just traveling?"

"I'm a writer, my friend."

Talking about this topic, the black-haired young man looked gentle, and took out a notepad with a curled edge from his pocket.

He handed the small but thick book to Peter, "You can read it, I don't mind."

"Ah, thanks."

Peter took the notepad, and a dark scent of cedar came to his face, calming his beating thoughts just now.

The cover of the notepad marks the beginning events, 40 years from the present day.

The handwriting of the black-haired young man is also delicate and gentle. He does not write in English, but Peter can judge what the page is about from the sketch he drew on the notepad.

Those sketches are also lifelike, the black-haired youth chooses excellent angles and light and shadows, even if it is only brown and yellow, it can perfectly restore the scene at that time.

"awesome."

Before returning the notebook, Peter exclaimed several times, and put the notebook back into the open palm of the black-haired young man.

Little Spider is not exaggerating, "If you are willing to publish it, I will definitely buy a copy and read it."

"Do you think it's good?" The black-haired young man showed a precious smile again, and he put the notepad back in his pocket, "Thank you, my friend, I knew that I would not mistake the character of a noble person."

The little spider was hit by the straight ball to break through the defense and was hit again. He was hit repeatedly until his mouth and nose bleed, and his whole body turned red.

"My name is Peter, Peter Parker," he said bravely. "And you?"

"...It's been a long time since anyone asked me this question."

The black-haired young man said that his smile melted as easily as the thin snow in the winter sun, and his eyes became silent and melancholy again.

"God bestowed upon me an immortal soul and body, and kept my time forever at the moment when I was expelled. I am a lonely traveler, a lonely bird, an unknown ant..."

He continued to mutter, "...Even though my hands are as white as snow and have never been stained with my brother's blood, from the moment I was expelled, no one has called my name and acknowledged my existence. "

Peter was completely stunned by his words, and he was frozen in his seat.

"Will you trust me, my friend?"

The bitterness on the face of the dark-haired young man faded away, but a new brilliance bloomed; he escaped from the dark memories of the past, and at this moment, two beautiful eyes were fixed on Peter's face, as if waiting for him to say yes or no.

Peter was stunned by this gaze, and blurted out, "I believe you!"

The black-haired youth suddenly fell silent.

For a moment Peter thought he was going to cry.

During this short period of silence, a gleam of crystal light flashed across the eyes of the black-haired young man.

"I am a man without a name now, but my name was Cain."

The black-haired youth whispered, lowering his eyes.