"Of course not, tonight was really terrible!" Spider-Man obviously was not the kind of person who shared his failed experience in picking up girls with others. If he succeeded, he might be an exception.

Imil said "well" from his nose: "Okay, what's the matter with you coming to find me? I don't think superheroes can trek into other people's houses."

He felt that if he didn't send the little insect away, this night might be really bad.

"Please, how can you treat me like this! I regard you as my best friend in life. Look, I know your identity, and you also know my identity. Will we become confidants, right?"

Imil learned that if he didn't nod and agreed, Spider-Man might have a good show of flooding Kingsoft in his room.

"Well, then if you have any complaints or complains, just sit there and talk." He pointed to the bench farthest from his bed and said.

Spider-Man touched a piece of chocolate on Imir's bed. He glanced at Imir secretly, then opened his hood and started eating. His mouth was chewing on the chocolate while talking nonstop.

"It's really a good night tonight. My whole body is green and purple, and the most unlucky thing is that my spider suit is torn again." Peter stretched out his arm and asked Emire to look at his clothes that were torn by his muscles.

In order to support the collapsed roof, Spider-Man has worked very hard, and his limbs are still a little weak.

"What did I get after suffering so much sin? Nothing, God never gave me any reward!"

Spider-Man sighed long: "Oh, the most mortal thing about being a masked hero is that he can't find someone else to sew it for you if his battle suit is torn."

Imil's eyes floated toward the ceiling, as if Peter was hiding in his room with a resentful expression in the middle of the night with a look of grievance.

This is really a bit too harmful to the glorious image of the superhero. In Emire's mind, even if the life of a superhero cannot be as luxurious as Iron Man, at least it must be as free and easy as Daredevil. If it is not good, at least it will not be stingy about food, clothing, housing and transportation for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Now it seems that among the superpowers, I am not the one who has been doing the most miserable. Although I am a little short of money, I still have a sister Kathlin who feels sorry for me, and I don’t have to sew clothes in the middle of the night to be a masked hero.

Just thinking about it, Imil felt a chill...

"I thought the most unlucky thing you thought tonight would be missing a date with Felicia." In the face of Spider-Man's nagging, Emire unconsciously relaxed her vigilance, perhaps because Spider-Man already knew his abilities.

"Damn! How could you know?" Peter's eyes glared, as if he was planning to compare the size of the egg. He thought about it and soon realized the strange things that happened when he was at the gate of New York University: "It turned out that you were spoofing Mobius."

"Well, I hate that big greasy bat." Emire never hides his likes and dislikes.

Peter was excited and jumped out of the bed: "How can you use your abilities like this? Although, I hate him too..."

"Well, I'm not going to kill him, let's talk about it, I didn't want to kill him." Imil felt that he was still very kind.

"Okay..." Peter thought, and he didn't seem to be able to do anything to Emire. He took out another pack of snacks from Emire's bedside table: "Do you buy so much sugar because you like sweets?"

Imil's brow twitched violently, and he realized that Peter really regarded himself as a close friend who could talk about everything.

At least this is true in his attitude towards his own snacks, and he does not regard himself as an outsider at all.

For some reason, after Imir was reborn in this world, he liked sweets. It seemed that only these delicious snacks stimulate the taste buds could suppress the evil thoughts that were constantly surging in his heart, so that he could still remember that he still had humanity, rather than an irrational evil spirit.

"Aren't you curious about why the evil spirits stared at Mr. Herbert Langdon?" Seeing a faint green flashing in Emire's eyes, Peter finally restrained his actions and pulled out a pack of shrimp bars from Emire, saying while eating.

Imil asked casually: "Why am I curious? What does it have to do with me?"

Peter licked his mouth, as if he didn't expect Emire to have this attitude. He said a little embarrassedly: "My uncle often warned me when he was alive that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility..."

"I think he would be curious if he didn't add a sentence after this, right?" Imil had watched the "Spider-Man" series in his previous life. He looked at Peter with a suspicion: "I read less, don't lie to me."

"But I'm quite curious..." Peter was stared at by Emire, feeling like he had done something that was angry and resentful.

"Then you go and investigate yourself. You can even find my house. Don't tell me where you can't find the evil ghost."

Imil's body lay back on the bed and formed a "big" shape on his bed. He didn't think that tracing evil ghosts had anything to do with him. Besides, he shouldn't feel good now if he had a curse on the evil ghosts.

"I guess the evil spirit will not let Herbert go. He will definitely be moving near the headquarters of the Brand Group." Peter looked at Emire, who had changed into a comfortable position and lying to sleep, and felt even more aggrieved: "But I have tried my best just now. If you were with me, it would be fine."

Maybe it's not just this reason. Spider-Man was beaten by a group of evil six people during the day, and probably left an indelible mark on Peter's heart. Only when I can pull Emire, a guy with unfathomable strength, can he be guaranteed for his safety.

"I'll go find the evil spirit with you, I'm going to kill him!" Peter kept talking in Emire's ear until Emire floated out of the bed with an angry look on his face.

At this time, Imir was no longer just burning ghost fire in his eyes, but even his whole face looked a little gloomy.

He finally understood that Spider-Man had already made up his mind to take him to deal with the evil ghosts.

If the evil ghost is not solved, Emire is worried that Peter will not leave here easily. But he already has some good feelings for Peter, and perhaps he has some sympathy, so he is reluctant to kill the little insect. Then there is nothing he can do. Emire can only choose to vent his anger on the evil ghost, and he has already put the evil ghost in his heart in eight or sixty-four positions.
Chapter completed!