Marvel's Cultivator

That beautiful shadow seemed to feel Liu Yuan's gaze, and turned around to look back.

But the imaginary scene did not appear, Liu Yuan still chatted with Lei Ling, as if nothing had happened.

The woman's face is beautiful and melancholy, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth, thick smoky makeup on her eyes, and deeply sunken eyes, giving people a feeling of lifelessness, making it difficult to distinguish Did he stay up all night cultivating immortals, or did he look like this with makeup?

The gloomy gaze made the weaker Lei Ling feel a chill, she subconsciously held the coffee cup with both hands to keep warm, shrinking her arms and legs.

At this moment, there was a pleasant ringtone in Lei Ling's pocket. She hurriedly took out her mobile phone to take a look, then connected the phone, and looked around apologetically before speaking.

"Mom?" Lei Ling pressed the phone to her ear and asked.

"What, relative?"

"Okay, I'll be back now." She frowned slightly, nodded, then hung up the phone, with a trace of doubt in her eyes, then raised her head to look at Liu Yuan and said apologetically, "Someone is here at home, I I have to go back first."

This incident was originally a temporary idea, and there was no plan at all, but she felt that there was still a lot to gain, at least the cyclone was no longer alone, and although Liu Yuan's whereabouts were uncertain, he was still a person to communicate with.

It is not that there are no superpowers in Shanghai. Although the number is small, there are some among the tens of millions of people. It's just that this is not Hell's Kitchen, nor is there a rampant underground drug trade, and there are no gangs fighting for territory and killing each other. .

Naturally, there are no conditions for superheroes to be born, and doing good deeds is the only thing those superhumans do.

As for the cyclone, that is just Lei Ling's heroic dream as a girl. Compared with Daredevil, Punisher and others, the current cyclone can only be regarded as a play.

"Let me invite you this time, Ms. Lei, and see you again." Liu Yuan nodded understandingly and said, he just wants Lei Ling to leave quickly, after all, he can't guarantee what will happen later.

Even though the odds are low, it's better not to get involved with innocent people.

"What's a cup of coffee worth? By the way, let's exchange cell phone numbers, or you won't know where you'll be next time." Lei Ling suddenly suggested, and immediately took out her cell phone. It seemed that she wasn't going to let Liu Yuan reject.

Liu Yuan looked at Lei Ling, and declined politely, "Number? Even if you call me, you may not answer."

As a native of Modu, Lei Ling doesn't seem to have experienced the difficulty of no signal, but the signal of the mobile phone does not cover the entire earth. It is indeed a normal thing to not receive the signal. You can't expect the signal from the earth to reach aliens. Bar.

Except for Gu Yi and Odin, none of the other insiders had the means to contact Liu Yuan immediately.

"It's okay, isn't it possible for you to take it?" Lei Ling said to herself, found two postcards from her shoulder bag, wrote her number on one of them, and handed the other with a pen. Gave it to Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuandu glanced at the black-haired woman at the opposite table, said nothing, simply took the postcard, wrote his number on it, handed it back, and whispered: "Don't disclose it to anyone."

Lei Ling took a look at the card and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't, and you too, don't disclose it to anyone."

"Yeah." Liu Yuan nodded slightly.

Lei Ling's figure disappeared by the door, and Liu Yuanchao waved to the waiter, ready to pay the bill.

But the one who came was not the waiter, but Li Mengyao. She took a look at the bill and said, "Two cups of black tea, a total of 42 yuan, credit card or cash?"

"Cash, boss." Liu Yuan put his hand into his non-existent pocket, took out a bright red banknote and handed it to Li Mengyao. It seemed that Lei Ling still paid the money by herself, and she was a little self-indulgent.

Looking at the entire hundred-yuan bill, Li Mengyao raised her eyebrows: "Do you have 50 yuan? Sir."

"You don't need to look for it, the rest is a Christmas gift." Liu Yuan stood up and stuffed the banknotes into her hands, and then turned and left.

Li Mengyao stood there in a daze, looked at Liu Yuan who was leaving, then looked at the banknotes in his hand, and muttered, "Who gives cash for Christmas."

But in the origin story of Christmas gifts, money is indeed given. A bishop named Nicholas gave three poor girls a gift, but it was not paper money, but gold.

"Miss Shopkeeper, check out." A charming female voice interrupted Li Mengyao's thinking, reminding her that her work was still going on.

"Ok!"

On the outskirts of the Shanghai Demon City, Liu Yuan came to the door of a villa. The black and shiny iron door was covered with a thin layer of dust. Obviously, no one lived there for a long time. As the owner of this place, he really didn't have much time. , and there is no need to come here.

Apart from the cave, the Stark family probably lived the most. Anyway, the master is happy and popular. As long as it is not for cultivation, other aspects are better than living alone.

"Mr. Liu, don't you welcome me as a guest?" An ethereal and charming voice sounded from behind, and the black-haired woman in a black dress stood at some point behind Liu Yuan, with a smile on her face.

Liu Yuan waved his left hand, and the iron door opened with a click. He turned around and looked at the woman in front of him with a cold face and said: "Death, or Miss Death, your previous behavior was not like a guest. It cannot be ruled out that this is your custom."

What is mentioned here is naturally a series of illusions of Lei Ling before. Although they are all playful methods, in Liu Yuan's eyes, they are a kind of probing behavior, almost hostile.

But Death smiled grinningly, as if he didn't care about what Liu Yuan said.

"It's just a few jokes. I just wanted to see how strong you are. You hurt me too, didn't you?" She stroked her left wrist with her right hand, as if to show it.

But all of this didn't affect Liu Yuan, and he completely ignored the appearance and image of death now, and just mocked:

"Come on, the god of the concept of death, you can still be injured? If you die, you don't die, so what if you are injured? Can creatures only die a little?"

Death's pale face seemed to be even paler. Liu Yuan's reaction made her a little unhappy, so she suppressed her emotions and said, "Aren't you going to let me go in and sit down? It's not good to talk at the door."

As the god of the universe, death is almost omniscient. As long as she thinks about it, the knowledge of the earth will automatically come to her mind, and she also understands that Liu Yuan is closer to the ancients of China and pays more attention to etiquette.

Hearing what Death said, Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, thought for a while, and then said coldly: "The ones who come are guests, please."

After finishing speaking, he didn't even do the gesture of asking, but turned around and took a step first.