"Of course not, tonight is terrible!" Spider-Man is clearly not the kind of person who likes to share his experience of flirting with others, and if he succeeds, maybe he will be an exception.

Ymir snorted "um" through his nose: "Well, what the hell is the matter with you coming to me, I don't think superheroes can trespass on other people's houses." ”

He felt that if he didn't send the worms away, the night might be terrible.

"Please, how can you do this to me! I consider you to be the best friend in my life. You see, I know who you are, and you know who I am, and we're going to be confidants, right? ”

Ymir learns that if he doesn't nod his head in agreement, Spider-Man may be in his room to put on a scene of flooding the Golden Mountain.

"Well, if you have anything to complain about or complain about, just sit there and talk about it." He pointed to the bench farthest from his bed and said.

Spider-Man felt for a piece of chocolate on Ymir's bed, and he stole a glance at him, then lifted his hood and began to eat. His mouth was nibbling on chocolate and chattering.

"It's been a terrible night, I'm covered in bruises and purples, and the most unfortunate thing is that my spider suit is torn again." Peter held out his arm and showed Ymir his muscular clothes.

In order to support the roof that is about to collapse, Spider-Man is quite desperate, and his limbs are still a little out of strength.

"What have I gained by suffering so many sins? Nothing, God never gives me any reward! ”

Spider-Man let out a long sigh: "Alas, the most terrible thing about being a masked hero is that you can't find someone else to help you sew it when your suit is torn." ”

Ymir's eyes drifted to the ceiling, and it seemed that Peter was hiding in his room to mend clothes in the middle of the night during the third watch.

This is really too damaging to the glorious image of superheroes, and in Ymir's mind before, the life of superheroes should be as luxurious as Iron Man, at least as chic as Daredevil. No matter how bad it is, at least it won't be for firewood, rice, oil, salt, food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Now it seems that among the superpowers, it turns out that he is not the most miserable one. Although he is also a little short of money, he still has a sister Kathleen who feels sorry for him, and he doesn't have to work hard to mend his clothes in the middle of the night in order to be a masked hero.

Just thinking about it, Ymir felt a chill

"I thought the most unlucky thing you would have tonight would be to miss your date with Felicia." In the face of Spider-Man's nagging, Ymir unconsciously relaxed his vigilance, perhaps because Spider-Man already knew his abilities.

"Holy! How would you know! Peter's eyes widened, as if he were about to compare the size of an egg. He thought about it for a moment, and quickly reacted to the strange things that happened to him at the entrance of New York University: "It turns out that you are spoofing Morbius." ”

"Uh-huh, I hate that greasy big bat." Ymir never hides his likes and dislikes.

Peter got excited, and he jumped up from the bed: "How can you use your abilities like this? Although, I hate him too."

"That's the end of it, and besides, I don't want to kill him." Ymir felt that he was still very kind.

"Well," Peter thought, he didn't seem to be able to do anything to Ymir, and he pulled out another bag of snacks from under Imir's bedside table, "Do you buy so much sugar because you like sweets?" ”

Ymir's brow twitched as he realized that Peter really regarded himself as a close friend who talked about everything.

At least in terms of the attitude towards his own snacks, he does not regard himself as an outsider at all.

I don't know why, after Ymir was reborn into this world, he liked sweets. It seems that only the stimulation of the taste buds of these delicious snacks can suppress the evil thoughts that are surging in his heart all the time, so that he can still remember that he is still human, and not a completely irrational evil ghost.

"Don't you wonder why the devil is targeting Mr. Herbert Langdon?" Seeing a faint flash of green in Ymir's eyes, Peter finally restrained his actions a little, and pulled out a pack of shrimp crackers from Ymir's side, talking as he ate.

Ymir casually asked, "Why should I be curious, what does it have to do with me." ”

Peter licked his mouth, as if he didn't expect Ymir to have this attitude, and he said with some embarrassment: "When my uncle Ben was alive, he often told me that there is great responsibility when I am powerful."

"I don't think he added a sentence to the end, so how curious would he be?" It's not that Ymir hadn't watched the "Spider-Man" series of movies in his previous life, and he looked at Peter suspiciously: "I don't read much, don't lie to me." ”

"But I'm curious," said Peter, glaring at Ymir, as if he had done something infuriating.

"Then you go and investigate yourself, you can even find my house, don't tell me that you can't find where the evil ghost is."

Ymir's body was back on the bed, and he was in the shape of a "big" figure on his bed. He didn't think that tracking down evil spirits had anything to do with him, and besides, he shouldn't feel good about it now that he had a curse on evil spirits.

"My guess is that the demon will not let Herbert go, and he will definitely operate in the vicinity of the headquarters of the Brand Group." Peter looked at Ymir, who was lying down and sleeping in a comfortable position, and felt more and more aggrieved: "However, I have exhausted my strength just now, and if you go with me, it will be fine." ”

Maybe it's not just this reason, Spider-Man was beaten by the evil six during the day, and I am afraid it also left an indelible mark on Peter's heart. If he can pull up a guy with unfathomable strength like Ymir, he will have some guarantee for his safety.

"I'm going with you to find the demon, I'm going to kill him!" Peter kept squeaking in Ymir's ear until Ymir floated out of bed with a furious face.

At this time, Ymir was not only burning with ghost fire in his eyes, but even his whole face looked a little gloomy.

He finally understood that Spider-Man had come here because he had already made up his mind to pull himself to deal with the demons.

If the demon is not dealt with, Ymir is worried that Peter will not leave here lightly, but he already has some affection for Peter, and maybe some sympathy, so he is reluctant to kill the worm. Then there was no way, Ymir could only choose to vent his anger on the evil ghost, and he had already put the evil ghost in eighty-eighty-sixty-four poses in his heart.