A Certain Marvel Super Player

White spider.

That is, the one that was kept in Gwen's bedroom looked cute and cute. Even, the last time Locke went there, it looked like it was lying on the glass with its chin up, giving people the feeling that it didn't look like a spider. the spider.

At first glance Locke thought it was a spotted cat.

after all……

Whose spiders can still have ears, and they still have such long ears.

This unscientific.

A thud.

Locke came back to his senses, looked at Gwen who opened the door and got into the car with a small heat preservation box, and raised his eyebrows.

"Where's the mulberry leaves?"

"This."

Gwen patted the insulation box in his hand and said with a smile, "I just came in, I've seen it, it's emerald green."

Locke was silent for a while: "You are raising a spider. Although you have already fed her into the shape of an orange cat, she may be able to fatten into an orange cat, but she will not become a silkworm baby."

Feeding mulberry leaves to spiders, what do you think?

"and!"

Locke started the car and laughed: "Is that enough for that spotted cat to eat?"

Gwen directly threw a roll of eyes at Locke: "You are not allowed to say that about jelly."

Locke was slightly taken aback.

"jelly?"

"Yeah, don't you think she looks like a piece of jelly with Q bombs?"

"..."

Locke turned his head and glanced at Gwen, and was silent for a while: "Have you made an appointment with the psychiatrist?"

Ok.

The psychiatrist must go, and it is the one that cannot be delayed, but this time, it should be Gwen who sees the psychiatrist, not him.

"Why do you suddenly care about the psychiatrist..."

When Gwen said this, he reacted, and then threw a big white eye at Locke again: "Jelly is very good now."

When I just brought it back from the laboratory, the thin white spider jelly always wanted to bite her again, but as the weather got warmer, the jelly gradually became lazy.

Because of this, jelly's body is getting bigger every day. After all, it was a miracle that you could eat mulberry leaves for three days before, and it was solved in one day.

But that's fine.

At the very least, when she took out the jelly the day before yesterday, the jelly no longer bit her, and it seemed that she was still very dependent on her appearance.

Gwen thought so in his heart, and then said to Locke: "Come on, only one mulberry leaf of jelly was eaten last night, and I promised Jelly to bring her fresh ones today."

Locke glanced at Gwen, didn't speak, just stepped on the gas.

Go back tonight and check the Internet for the best psychiatrist in New York City, then, jump in line and take Gwen to see a psychiatrist tomorrow.

back home.

"Mom, I'm back."

Gwen flicked his ponytail, and threw the backpack to Locke who was following behind him. Then, he took the insulation box in Locke's hand and headed upstairs. Helen who came out said, "I'll come down later."

Locke hung Gwen's bag on the wall, and while changing his slippers, he greeted Helen: "Good evening, Helen, is George still off work?"

Helen smiled and said, "Not yet, I made lemon bass tonight, and George will be back in half an hour. You go up first, and I will call you later."

Locke said, "Okay."

Now that he came to Gwen's house, it was almost like going home. He had his own slippers and his own water cup. As for sheets and quilt covers, he had a set last year, but this year, he has none.

because……

Locke has basically acquiesced to sleeping in the same room with Gwen.

After all, since today, Locke and Gwen have been in a stable relationship for more than two years, and, it seems, it will become more and more stable. The last time Locke heard Gwen say that Helen was pulling George and thinking about George. How much money is left in the wedding account prepared for her, is it enough to hold a luxurious wedding.

Uh.

This may be the reason why George went out early and returned late recently. After all, the overtime pay for police officers and superintendents is different, and the overtime pay for police officers may not be available, but the overtime pay for superintendents is not the same. Fees are paid on time.

I have to say, George is a good man.

Can……

Locke walked upstairs, pushed open Gwen's door, and said, "You didn't tell George how much money is in our joint account?"

"No!"

Gwen, who was looking for something, looked up: "What's wrong?"

Locke said: "Don't tell George, I'm afraid George's mentality will explode."

Gwen glanced at Locke: "I'm not that stupid."

Locke smiled: "That's good."

George gets up at seven every morning and comes back at eight every night, no weekends, for what, for the overtime pay that's less than $2,000 a week.

What about Locke and Gwen?

The last time I signed a non-disclosure agreement at the military base, the money I got, let George calculate it based on two thousand dollars a week, which also required George to work 3,000 consecutive weeks of overtime to get it.

If it was Locke, Locke felt that his mentality would also burst.

Therefore, in order to prevent George from giving up on himself, if something happens in his life, if he is tired, lie down, and rely on his son-in-law to support him in the future, Locke thinks it is better to hide it from George.

Men have to be self-motivated.

Locke felt that he was all for the sake of George's physical and mental health, and George should know how to be grateful.

But looking at the members of the family in the future, Locke felt that there was no need to care too much with George.

Very easygoing Luo someone.

Everyone knows it.

Locke thought so in his heart, then, looking at Gwen who was rummaging through boxes in the room, he blinked: "What are you doing? Are you hiding any newly bought toys?"

Gwen turned his head and glanced at Locke who walked in: "The jelly is gone."

Locke turned his head to look at the empty glass box on the table, then looked at the opened insulation box, then raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the white lump on the ceiling that was as black as a Dalmatian. Two claws grasped a white spider that seemed to be sucking a mulberry leaf: "Then, what is this."

Gwen looked up.

next second.

"jelly!"

"call out!"

Gwen stretched out his right hand and looked at the white spider with the spider silk hanging on her palm, just enough to cover one of her palms: "Jelly, don't run around, can't you hear me, be careful little George accidentally steps on you. already."

The white spider on the palm opened its blood red eyes and looked up at Gwen.

Gwen frowned. "Did you hear me?"

The white spider squeaked twice.

Only then did the smile on Gwen's face bloom, and he put the white spider back in the glass box, and then looked at the white spider, who was lying on the sofa, with his legs crossed, his chin on his back, and chewing the mulberry leaves on his hands. He couldn't stop laughing and looked at Locke: "Locke, do you think Jelly is more and more like a person?"

Locke turned his eyes away from the white spider that looked harmless to humans and animals, and looked at Gwen: "Otherwise, slice it and see, it must be a mutation, no doubt."

The white spider in the glass box seemed to stop chewing for a moment.

Gwen rolled his eyes at Locke: "Jelly is an ordinary spider. Maybe, it's a species that hasn't been discovered for a while. Well, just like vampires, aren't they discovered by ordinary people."

Locke twitched at the corner of his mouth: "If the vampires knew that they were lined up with the spiders, I feel they would come to you to discuss it."

Gwen smiled hilariously: "It's okay, with you by my side, I'm not afraid of vampires."

This time it was Locke's turn to roll his eyes.

Gwen said: "Although Jelly's blood test results are a group of unknowns, maybe it's just like you said, what kind of extraordinary species, maybe, Mr. Anonymous knows, I forgot last time, otherwise, Anonymous Mister may know where Jelly's kind is, so it would be nice to find Jelly a company."

at this time.

Helen called out to Gwen from below.

Gwen kissed Locke on the face, and then replied, "Come." After that, he left the room.

Locke's mouth twitched.

Extraordinary...Spider?

This stuff isn't extraordinary.

At the very least, it does not belong to the extraordinary species on earth.

This is what Locke said in his heart, and his eyes again fell on the glass cabinet, which was already full of Gwen's palm, almost a white spider jelly the size of a newborn kitten, and his eyes flickered slightly: "What the **** are you? ?"

The white spider in the glass box seemed to be trembling when he heard Locke's words.

He is not sure what this white spider is, but she is definitely not an extraordinary species. In fact, after Locke came back from New Orleans and saw the pet in Gwen's mouth, he called Agatha directly and asked about it. Agatha, in her long life, has she seen a similar creature.

Agatha's answer was no.

and.

This white spider is not a dimensional life either.

Now that the life level has completely jumped, he has been promoted to the dimensional **** Locke. Although he has very little knowledge of the dimensional world, he is not a dimensional life, and he can still observe it.

Just like when he was in Greenwood Cemetery~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Locke saw the broken dimensional **** and knew at a glance what kind of existence he was.

An ordinary spider, no matter how it mutates, is unlikely to mutate into it. All blood test data are question marks. Again, if it is a scientific mutation, it requires the most basic scientific settings.

so……

Locke touched his chin, and suddenly, seeing the fat body of the white spider, he thought of a creature that looked very much like an orange cat: "Like the Primordial Beast, does it come from the universe?"

The white spider in the glass box looked at it with the eyes of a normal spider, and it did have some big crimson eyes that didn't blink. It seemed that even the mulberry leaves in front of him were not so sweet and delicious.

Locke laughed, listening to the voice calling him downstairs, and patted the glass box.

"interesting!"

"..."

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