[Comprehensive] Welcome to Pansidong

"...Are you really sure you need to bring so many things?" Peter was at a loss as he stared at the so-called "necessities" on the bed.

He is indeed going to visit his girlfriend's house, right? Isn't he going to some desolate and strange place?

"Of course." Without looking back, Tara pointed at the things on the bed one by one, muttering, "I always feel like something is missing..."

"No, no, no, no lack!" Peter hurriedly pulled his girlfriend out of some weird thinking, "I think it's enough, really."

However, his pompous appearance did not succeed in persuading Tara.

Miss Spider Spirit pushed him, and pushed him to sit on the sofa aside: "You just stay here, I will pack it up." She shook the bag disguised as a mountaineering bag in her hand, "Don't worry Well, as much as you can let go."

Peter: No, I'm not worried about that.

Very good, now she seems to want to stuff the chair in and take it away.Peter thought calmly.

... Calm down.

"Tara, you're almost emptying out my room..." Peter finally held Tara firmly when she was about to reach out to the bed, "I don't think you really need to bring this, I don't recognize the bed. of."

"It's not a question of whether you recognize the bed or not..." Tara withdrew her hand hesitantly, "Mainly my family is more unique..."

She fell backwards and collapsed on Peter's bed: "I'm just afraid that you won't get used to it."

"It's really rare to see you so nervous." Peter teased, leaned over and rubbed the girl's fluffy hair, and was slapped away by his girlfriend unceremoniously.

He sat on the edge of the bed, took out the things in the mountaineering bag one by one, and put them back to their original positions.

Tara squinted at him to clean up, but didn't make a sound.She was already prepared to buy whatever she lacked, anyway, the nearest human town was just short of it—she estimated in her heart—twenty kilometers?

Not far not far.Running a straight line can save another five kilometers.

Thinking of this, Tara went to make her salted fish with peace of mind.

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"So..." Harry swept back and forth between the two little friends several times, and punched Peter hard, "You can do it, boy! This progress, tsk tsk..."

He grabbed Peter's neck and smiled meanly: "Seriously, when I see my brother again," he patted Peter twice, "Oh, wait, I can see my brother again Right, I mean the complete kind."

Tara cracked her knuckles with a crackling sound, and smiled on the surface: "What do you say?"

With a strong desire for survival, Harry gestured for a truce, and tactfully changed the subject: "But you are all gone, what about the night watchman?"

"Of course I leave it to you, good brother!" Peter smiled brightly, and he slapped Harry staggeringly, "We believe you can do it."

"No, I can't." Harry angrily withdrew his hand on Peter's shoulder, "Listen, is this what people say?"

"Obviously, I'm not human." Tara cheered him up, "And Peter probably won't be either soon."

... count you as ruthless.

"You should remember that I have a company to manage, right?" Harry pointed to his dark circles that were not so obvious after the mutation, and complained angrily, "Are you going to deprive me of the little sleep I have left? Conscience Woolen cloth?"

"Yes, you still have a company." Peter put on a posture of serious thinking, "That sounds really miserable."

"But don't you have the heart to watch unarmed and innocent residents of Queens get robbed?" Tara said impassionedly.

"...Honestly, where did you learn that line?" Harry rolled his eyes.

Tara shrugged casually, not bothering to defend herself, and seamlessly transitioned to the next line: "Queens needs you, Harry!"

Enough of the tone of this great read :)

Probably because Harry's desperate expression was a little too funny, Peter couldn't hold back, turned his back and let out a puff.

Harry: Do you think I'm deaf? !

"Are you kidding me?" Harry pursed the corners of his mouth grimly, his little fangs looked weird.

"What are you talking about, Harry, how could we do such a thing?" Tara's innocent face came online again, with long eyelashes sweeping away.

"No, the words coming out of your mouth are already unbelievable enough." Harry hit the nail on the head.

"And you have this expression," he gritted his teeth, jumping out the words one by one with difficulty, "every time you come up with a bad idea, you always have this expression."

"Ah... Is that so?" Tara rubbed her face, took out her phone and glanced twice, "Okay, I'll pay attention next time."

Pay attention to the p... The young Mr. President is about to swear when he is angry.

"I actually didn't expect you to actually believe it." Peter covered his mouth without pretending, and laughed arrogantly, "You still have a strong sense of justice!"

Harry raised his eyelids indifferently: "I'm really sorry. I actually believed it."

Peter smiled at him flatteringly: "Hey, don't be angry! Just kidding," he nimbly avoided Harry's kick and took it smoothly with his mouth, "Mr. Stark said he would send The Iron Legion came to patrol Queens."

"You just need to go out for a couple of laps when you have free time, at least to prove that Queens' own vigilante is still there." Peter grinned and showed his big white teeth.

Harry nodded, looking more serious: "So how long are you going to be away?"

"It's hard to say." Tara couldn't say clearly, "But she should be back before the end of the vacation."

She frowned: "After all, I haven't experienced this before, so I can't tell."

"Mom and Dad have already gone back first, and they said they were going to inquire about the situation..." Tara scratched her chin, "And the awakening of the blood is one aspect, and it depends on Peter's adaptation time, he must get used to the new body The situation is back."

"Isn't it the same as his previous mutation?" Harry pointed to Peter and then to himself, "Although I wasn't used to it at first, it didn't take long."

Tara snorted lightly: "Can it be the same? Even if you have mutated, you are still in human form, aren't you?"

Harry realized something for a moment, and asked without any hope: "So Peter will be expelled from human beings soon?"

"Hey! What is expulsion!" Peter yelled, jumping on his feet.

"It depends on how you define a human being." Tara squeezed her arm, "If you mean maintaining a human shape, then of course there is no problem."

She covered her mouth and yawned a little: "But you understand." She squeezed her eyes, "Seriously, don't you wonder what kind of spider Peter will become?"

Harry held on for two seconds, and quickly said, "Curiosity."

Tara proudly made an OK gesture: "Don't worry, I will remember to record a small video for you."

Peter [Suddenly Wary]: Why do I think a little video of my girlfriend's mouth can't be a good thing.

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Peter originally thought they would use some cool way to get to the lair of the spider spirits.

Aren't the goblins in the story able to teleport something with one click?And this is my base camp!Wouldn't there be some magical props?

The truth is of course not.

Just kidding, Tara doesn't have two legs when she goes out on weekdays, or she takes a car and teleports with one key!It's a good idea.

The young couple left by plane.Not to mention that the air tickets were sold by Mr. Stark on a friendly basis, he directly upgraded their economy class to business first class in distaste.

He really wanted to send a plane to take the person there, but the two young ones sincerely refused.

Two poor people don't think they have enough confidence to share an entire plane.Business class is already the limit, the limit.

Stark despised them for a wave, after all, he didn't force his head to push people up.

"Ah... so soft." Tara stretched her arms and legs comfortably on the seat, with a serene expression as if she was going straight to heaven.

Peter was half lying beside her, with the same look on his face.

Tara squinted her eyes, fumbling with her hands, and dangerously hooked a half-folded cardboard booklet with her fingertips.

"The menu, Peter, it's the menu!" Tara lowered her voice and excitedly posted a note to her boyfriend, "Look and see!"

"Oh! Really!" Peter also whispered, and the young couple began to study head to head, "What are you going to eat?"

"Ice cream ice cream! Oh, and pudding!" Tara poked at the dessert, "What do you think I should eat better?"

"We can order something different," the two exchanged a look in tacit understanding, and moved their eyes to the main meal, "Salmon steak, shrimp pasta..."

"I want to eat them all." Miss Spider Spirit made a frank voice.

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Excitedly wanting to try two glasses of red wine, the flight attendant refused decisively and cruelly.

I'm so angry that I'm not of drinking age.

The resentment was replaced by the two little ones of Coke... They were very happy to drink.

Appetizers, salads, main courses, desserts.After such a wave passed, the two little ones touched their stomachs, and found sadly that they were not full at all.

Far away from the two stomachs of a normal person, want to be filled with such a little thing?impossible.

That's fine with Tara, she can't get enough to eat anyway, at most it's because she's not satisfied.Peter was different, he was really hungry.

No, I can't bear this grievance.

Rubbing their stomachs, the two little ones called out to the stewardess miserably: "Can I have another one, please?"

"Of course." This time the stewardess agreed smoothly, "Do you still need the same dishes?"

The two blinked, as if they felt the food calling: "No, please change it to something different."

The second serving still didn't take them much time. Peter was half full and drank Coke one after another.

Tara held a fork in her mouth, and there was an empty plate in front of her: "You said..." She rolled her eyes, "Can we have another one?"

"Uh, want to try?" Peter put down the glass.

They got a third.The process was still going smoothly, except that there was a little shock in the smile of the stewardess.

And then the fourth.

"I kind of want to have another one." Tara looked down at her flat stomach, which seemed to have never eaten at all, with a hesitant tone.

Hunger makes a man lose his morals.

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"I want another piece of salmon each." Holding an empty plate, Tara blinked and begged for food.

The stewardess's smile didn't crack, but her eyes drifted a little: "I'm very sorry, the salmon is gone."

"Ah... what about the spaghetti with shrimp?" Tara followed suit.

"I'm sorry, but it's gone."

"Then..." As soon as Tara opened his mouth, Peter quickly covered it with his hand.

"Thank you, we don't need any more."

"Peter?" Seeing the stewardess leaving, Tara tilted her head in confusion.

"I'm very sorry, there are none." Peter imitated the stewardess' tone and lowered his head, "I think it's better not to hear these words."

"Eh?!"

The author has something to say: I want to fly first class too! [poor sound is made]

Ah, and, the class will be temporarily transferred tomorrow, so the class will become overcrowded, so I will ask for a day off.

I ate super delicious fried rice cakes! : Little milk spider, 1 lemon tea;

I want to drink freshly squeezed juice, but I don’t want to wash the juicer. [Shaanping]: 70 bottles of Yinfanyang; 20 bottles of Juvenile Tour; 2 bottles of Xuetangtang; 1 bottle of Dede and Lemon Tea;