Marvel's princess becomes king

"I really envy your skills. The words I write are all dry and I don't like to read them. I'm afraid I have nothing but this..." Heather gestured with her hands in front of her chest, very optimistic. Make fun of yourself.

If you have this, you can at least add thirty points to your charm...

Bella laughed dryly, this topic was quite heavy, it was too heavy!

She remembered clearly that she was able to live in this dormitory building because of a little obsession, and what did her roommate rely on? That goes without saying.

In fact, Heather is a good roommate in all aspects. She is good at hygiene, has no bad habits, and can cook! It's usually a blessing for the eyes, but sometimes Bella's expression becomes unnatural when she sees her clothes hanging out. The size of the clothes is really too exaggerated...

"I'm leaving, you can continue writing." Heather now has a very bad relationship with her adoptive parents. On weekends, she would go to work in San Francisco just to stay away from her adoptive parents.

Bella had nothing to say about this. Her biological parents were in conflict, let alone her adoptive parents.

"I recently met a very interesting young man. You can't imagine what he does for a living. I'll introduce you to him later." Heather finally said mysteriously.

"Okay." Bella's answer was very formulaic. It was like saying 'I'll treat you to dinner later', just listen to it.

She continued to write furiously, adding details and polishing the words. Heather drove to San Francisco to go on a date with her boyfriend and work part-time.

Heather worked part-time in an ice cream shop. The boss believed that customers would have the urge to eat ice cream when they saw her good figure. Without hesitation, he agreed to hire her to work during the holidays.

When Bella's classmates were massacred in Paris, Heather met a man. At that time, the man brought his female companion to the store to buy ice cream. As a woman with unique conditions, Heather was very conservative in relationships. She was obviously in love with the young man. The conversation was congenial, but she still made no further moves.

It wasn't until a week ago when she was at Stanford that she heard that the man's girlfriend had died in a car accident. After the two met again on the street, their relationship began to heat up.

Max, a young man with a mustache, a black helmet, and riding a scooter happily walked into the ice cream shop, and Heather gave him a big hug.

The two fell in love unexpectedly. They have similar hobbies and even the things they come into contact with in life have many similarities.

After a passionate kiss, they sat on a nearby chair and ate ice cream.

"Oh, damn it! I worked for a month and worked hard to look after the store, and the evil boss only gave me $." Mustache Max complained angrily.

Heather smiled and teased her boyfriend, and said proudly: "My roommate is very good to me. As long as I cook, I can earn eight hundred dollars a month! If you include this job in San Francisco, my monthly salary The income will be higher!”

He doesn't make as much money as his girlfriend, which makes Mustache Max a little disappointed.

He had the idea of ​​opening his own shop and being his own boss.

What will he do? He didn’t even finish high school, so he actually knew nothing!

Fortunately, the 'black-hearted boss' he called had left a guide to mysticism. If he had any questions and called him, the boss would give him more professional answers.

Under the influence of the "black-hearted boss" and the invisible influence of the work environment, Comrade Max, a contemporary young man who lives under the Stars and Stripes with an empty mind like a blank sheet of paper, was transformed into a occultist. believers.

From the Church of Scientology to the Rosicrucian Declaration, from the three key points of animal sacrifice to the precautions for spiritual tourism, he has memorized a wealth of theories.

He wants to open his own occult shop, because he knows this and only knows this.

In order to show off his skills, Max is like a peacock, showing off his knowledge in front of his new girlfriend.

He picked up a pen and quickly drew a figure on the paper: "Do you recognize this symbol?"

What surprised him was that Heather actually recognized him. The fierce woman took a closer look and said, "Is this the Seven Stars of Solomon?"

Max was shocked! Are Stanford University students so tough? Do you even understand this?

Heather smiled sheepishly: "My roommate is currently writing a book involving many religions, and she told me about this pattern."

The fact is that as Bella's roommate, Heather is quite accomplished in mysticism. Although she is not interested, she can't bear to be influenced by her ears. She has seen a lot of this stuff and has professionals to explain it, so she naturally understands it.

People have influence on others. Some people are born with high charm, and people around them will unconsciously imitate their every move. Many leaders are like this, and Bella has similar traits.

As a result, both Max and Heather saw some shadows of Bella in each other. They did not realize what those similarities were, but it was an important reason for their attraction to each other.

Max believes that today’s college students are very interested in occult knowledge, and Heather’s unknown roommate represents a certain common phenomenon! The store where I work now is entirely because the boss doesn't care. If I run it carefully, I will definitely make a lot of money!

In order to have more topics to chat with her boyfriend, Heather often discussed occult matters with him.

When Max couldn't answer, he asked the 'black-hearted boss'. When Heather encountered a problem, she called her roommate for help.

It can be said that the two people's occult knowledge is rising...

Talking about the occult and watching ghost movies in the cemetery, Heather originally thought her happiness could last forever, but then the nightmare came.

On the second floor where Max worked, the two were about to do some happy things, but suddenly the door to their room was pushed open.

A gust of icy wind rushed into the room, instantly taking away their enthusiasm.

Max with a mustache couldn't help but turn around, only to find his ex-girlfriend wearing a white robe, barefoot, disheveled hair, and red eyes standing behind him. He was shocked!

Two seconds later, he found that his teeth were chattering. He must have been hallucinating. His ex-girlfriend must have been buried!

His nostrils twitched as he smelled a strong earthy smell, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

"Little love...little love...you, you, me?...!"

His voice was extremely dry, and the next moment he saw his ex-girlfriend's pale palms grabbing his neck.

The gaps between his fingernails were full of dirt and wood debris, and it seemed like they could strangle him to death in the next second.

"Who is she?" The ex-girlfriend pointed at Heather and asked sharply.

At this time, the fierce woman's face turned pale with fright, and her husky-like blue eyes were full of fear. She had met Max's ex-girlfriend and knew about her death, but who was standing in front of her now?