Chapter 1179

The little spider walked through London, and the boy walked alone in the streets of London. It was like saying to the little gangsters with knives everywhere in the streets - I'm easy to bully!

But little spiders are not easy to bully. The biggest hobby of New York City's good neighbors is to bind little gangsters with spider silk.

Before Peter got the super ability, he was a second force young man in Queens. What he couldn't lack in his life was this third rate gangster. In the first days of gaining the ability, the little spider always echoed in the streets to prevent some violent incidents such as knife robbery and gun robbery of convenience stores.

Compared with heroes like stark, little spider lacks the ability to face up to the criminals of upper class society such as evil big entrepreneurs, cutting-edge or old capitalists, evil organizations such as Hydra, and agents of various countries.

Most of the time, before he joined the Holy Shield and avenger, he dealt with some... Frustrated scientists, gangsters, criminals and violent organizations.

Generally speaking, it is closely combined with the reality of the people at the bottom and lacks the force of the big scene.

"London is fine..." when the little spider tied up the sixth gangster who tried to rob him with a knife, he was not surprised to find the prophet leaning on the entrance of the alley, leaning his head against the wall, and her wine red hair blocked half of her face. She said: "Although Great Britain has colonized the world for 500 years, they never let the low-quality population of the colony enter London in its heyday."

"So you can't see Indian turban servants, Arabs and blacks, as well as Gypsies living in an RV with a Kiba in their mouth. There are only Indian doctors and university professors, rich Arabs... If in France, such as Paris, the above-mentioned people will wander in the street from the Champs Elysees to the Bastille In the lane, it also creates the 'smell' of Paris! "

"The smell of human urine... The French perfume of that year was designed to cover up these things, and so is today."

"I have to say that although there is a truth mayor in London, the model of the old colonists of the British Empire has not been lost after all. At least they know to refuse immigration!"

"You should remind me what a perfect scum the person I want to see today!" the little spider complained.

"I reminded you... You must choose him. I said I know many magic masters far better than him." the prophet came to the frightened London local gangster trapped on the wall and looked at him seriously: "He's lucky... He would have been sent to the felon prison for causing a serious injury during the robbery in three years... It doesn't seem to happen now!"

The little spider said happily, "really? That's what I'm doing!"

He raised his left hand with crimson gloves on it. The mechanical gloves look very cool - at least that's what the little gangsters think. They keep trying to get it - now they're hanging on the wall and roof!

"On the other hand..." the prophet pulled the topic back: "I think it's necessary to separate you from that thing for a while. When it's on you, it makes your destiny look very vague. You can see it more clearly without me."

"Now it seems... The result of your destruction of the world has nothing to do with that thing." the prophet looked at the little spider carefully.

"Moreover, that thing is a trouble now." the prophet tilted his head: "you have done too much with it in metropolis, which has attracted a lot of people's attention. Now it is a tempting temptation! Seriously, none of those guys who study magic don't mess up their lives, but they are more superstitious about magic cheating."

"They think prophets are powerful? In fact, they have caused too much trouble. You only need to borrow the 'cost' caused by their abuse of magic. A clever lever can lift up their lives and smash them. We can easily control their desires... Because none of those who study magic are clear-minded and wise enough, Such people don't learn magic at all. Magic is desire and ambition! "

"These people are so poor. They destroy their lives, hurt their loved ones, and superstitious about cheating. Do you know what this means?" the prophet asked.

"They may have a lot of regrets?" the little spider seemed to understand.

"More than some! They have countless mistakes that they want to recover, and the past that makes them feel painful when they think of it... Now they know that there is a cheating device called regret medicine... Guess if they will be crazy?" the prophet smiled unkindly: "some people think they cheated a baby, but in fact... It's a bomb!"

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Mrs. Xanadu is the strongest divining witch in the world. The blood of ancient people gave her the ability to predict the future. In the magical world, it is rumored that Mrs. Xanadu was once one of the candidates for a prophet. Some people say that except for her status as a prophet, her prophecy ability is not inferior to that of a prophet, but only Mrs. Xanadu knows that prophets are monsters!

The first prophet knows everything, the second prophet chooses for the world, and the third prophet reads files again.

These three monsters are the real peak of the mysterious world. They guard an ultimate secret, the secret that the world has been destroyed, and an organization built around them, the World Security Council, is their minion.

Why does Mrs. Shangdu know so clearly - of course, because she is also one of them.

She is a member of the World Security Council, although she doesn't remember anything after leaving headquarters!

"... think clearly, Mu en! This is not something you can move!" Mrs. Shangdu warned the blonde in front of her: "that thing is very dangerous... More dangerous than you think."

"Let her come out and talk to you!" muin's attitude was very firm.

"Witch!" Mu en put his right hand on the table and suddenly stretched out a thin and strange palm with black nails. Their fingers crossed. Then Mu en gently turned his palm and the whole person changed into a painting style... She became a witch with black hair and green eyes - just like the lady Shangdu in front of her.

"Help me... You owe me!" said the witch with her head tilted, half pleading and half threatening.

Mrs. Shangdu sighed. She wasn't going to tell the witch, but when she was just divining, she seemed to find that something had changed. It fell into the hands of a person completely beyond Mrs. Shangdu's expectation. It seemed that it was... Specially used to carry the pot?

So Mrs. Shangdu changed her mind, since the prophet had appointed this man to carry the pot. Then why don't you throw the pot quickly?

"What you want is now in Constantine's hand..." Mrs. Shangdu slowly took out the dried body of a red breasted Robin stopped on the dried rose branch from her side. She bowed her head and kissed the dried head of the red breasted Robin. The red breasted Robin became fresh and danced up and down around the back of Mrs. Shangdu's hand.

Mrs. Shangdu handed the red breasted Robin to the Witch and let it fly on the witch's shoulder.

"This red breasted Robin will lead you to John... Be careful of the cold flame church. They are also looking for him. You are just one step ahead of them!"