Chapter 3089 (1/2)

Several girls quarreled for a while, separated the spider silk from the bug, and scolded the bug.

Peter was a little wronged. When he came into contact with spider silk, his mind was blank and he didn't remember what he had done.

But he was raised by Aunt Mei. He knew that when a woman was angry, he had better not say anything.

”Mr. Wilson.”

He dodged the girls in dismay and walked awkwardly to the death knell to say hello.

”Hehe, it seems that I delayed you on base, but I suggest you don't show it to others when you have your first experience.”

The wicked supreme mage spoke in a narrow tone and put his elbow on Peter's shoulder.

The bug blushed, almost as red as the color of his uniform. He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers: ”in fact, I didn't mean that. I just couldn't control myself.”

”I know. It's really hard for teenagers to think carefully when they're on adrenaline.”

The knell has an expression that knows everything without explanation.

”Alas...”

Peter sighed. He knew he couldn't tell, but in fact, he seemed to lose control when he smelled the smell of spider silk and didn't remember anything. There must be something wrong.

Stop talking and think about how to prove that you are not a lust ghost. You have to study it through rigorous scientific means to convince girls.

The girls took the spider silk to one side and muttered. They could hear it with the hearing of super soldiers, but it was nothing more than some teasing and teasing words between little girls.

Spider silk's face was covered with red cloth. She stamped and twisted to prove that she just couldn't control her body and brain. She didn't sneak away.

But the girls don't believe it. They say it's love.

A blank brain, a beating heart, a red face and a confused mind are the performance when you meet someone you like.

Spider silk didn't admit it. She tried to change the subject and asked them when the death knell came.

But Marshall was reluctant to let spider silk talk about what it felt like to be 'held', which attracted the girls to laugh and scold her as a shameless little bichi, but actually everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

In this way, the girls said a few words, made trouble for a while, said a few more words, and then smiled and patted each other. They tossed back and forth for a long time.

After half a day, they came back hand in hand and continued the previous topic with the death knell.

Su Ming introduced them to a good coach, the one with high fees, that is, the imitation master.

Although he is a mercenary, he can imitate other people's ”no killing skills”. At the same time, he is also very good at teaching students. When he doesn't have a task on weekdays, he takes his own combat training class.

Black sister Liz is rich. Her father recently gave her a lot of pocket money, so she is willing to invite everyone to class.

Although he still has some scruples about the mercenary's dark world, the master of imitation will be very rational after the death knell says his name.

”Thank you!”

The children gave their sincere thanks to the death knell.

So the matter was settled so happily.

Seeing the happy smiles on their faces, Su Ming felt much more relaxed. Anyway, human beings look more pleasing to the eye than the nameless ancient people.

Well, there may be some movement in the multiverse recently, so that spiders can avoid crawling and hanging up in the web.

I'll call the imitation master later and ask him to practice these children to death to the extent of collective coma in class.

Thinking of these arrangements, he left Tiankeng and returned to New York. In a telephone booth outside a remote alley, he became Clark Kent, holding a hanging briefcase and pretending to be an office worker.