Chapter 437： Black and white spiders

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Whether Peter Parker hates him or not, Locke doesn't take it to heart. After all, at the moment, the most important thing is to score points. On the second day, the members of the competition team quickly fell into the trap of a new round of tests. In a tense and busy state.

Except, occasionally, Harry might be heard mentioning Peter Parker, but only a little, at most, that the Parkers were looking for a cemetery.

Again.

New York is not easy to live in.

Not only is it not easy to live, but even after death, it is also not easy. At the very least, the cost of a cemetery is actually quite large. Conservatively, the land for a cemetery in Queens is also average. Three months salary is required.

By the time Locke and the others saw Peter Parker again, it was already April, almost half a month had passed. On this day, Peter Parker reappeared in the rest corridor.

face...

It's ugly, and there is an aura of "My family is dead, don't bother me" all over.

Even Harry, who didn't know Peter would come, saw this, his eyes lit up, and he ran up quickly, but was directly ignored by Peter, who was closing the cabinet door.

Bang.

Peter glanced at Harry, then, holding the skateboard in one hand and the backpack in the other, prepared to walk towards the classroom.

at this time.

Frassi touched his nose and walked out of the crowd, intending to express his feelings to Peter. After all, Frassi is not bad in nature, at least he knows that he will not think about a classmate who is in mourning.

but.

"Peter!"

"Bang!"

"Oneshot!"

"I buy it!"

The classmates in the rest hall looked like they turned around like lightning, and then, when they directly grabbed the collar of Flasi, and slapped Flasi to Peter Parker on the cabinet, they were instantly shocked. .

At the same time, it is also accompanied by that thick unscientific.

From the looks of it, it should be Flaciti pulling Peter Parker the same way he pulls a chick, not the other way around.

The picture at the moment is as if a chick has directly pressed down its natural enemy, the weasel. No matter how you look at it, it feels as magical as seeing God.

Locke, who put his things in the locker over there, also heard the movement and turned to look.

Gwen, who was beside him, looked at Peter Parker with some fear.

This Peter...

Black spider?

Raised directly by Peter Parker's neck, Frasey, who was almost hanging on the locker, was not angry at all, but looked at Peter Parker: "Be better, right, listen, I Just wanted to tell you, your uncle passed away, I'm sorry, I heard, sorry, okay."

Peter Parker, whose eyes were a little dark, stared at Frassy.

next second.

A thud.

Peter Parker let go, picked up his skateboard and books without saying a word, turned around without a word, and walked towards his classroom.

After Peter Parker left the resting corridor, the atmosphere that seemed to be stagnant just now slowly recovered, and the students resumed talking in twos and threes and grouping together.

Locke closed his cabinet door and looked at Gwen next to him: "Let's go."

Gwen recovered and looked at Locke.

Locke smiled and said, "What are you looking at, so ecstatic?"

Peter Parker appears to be the black spider, the jelly's enemy.

Gwen opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to tell Locke, but, in the next second, a shudder came back to his senses, smiled and said, "I was thinking about what Mommy asked us to bring to Long Island at night."

Locke smiled and said, "Don't worry, I remember it."

I believe in you.

After all, Gwen had no idea, he already knew what the secret she was trying to hide was.

Isn't that the source of Peter Parker's power?

and.

Locke had already guessed why Gwen didn't tell her it was the White Spider.

obviously.

Before the black spider and the white spider came to the earth, they were deadly enemies. The black spider wanted to devour the white spider, but at the last moment, the white spider found it and succeeded in counter-killing.

And Jelly, probably at the end, told Gwen that the black spider who wanted to become a weaver by devouring their clan of white spiders was still on Earth.

Therefore, Gwen may have discovered in the inheritance of Jelly's power that the black spider is stronger than Jelly. Therefore, in order not to expose Jelly and endanger the safety of himself and the people around him, Gwen chose to conceal it.

Gwen...

So kind.

Locke thought so.

next second.

The black spider is already dead, and there is not even a scum left in the soul.

Locke raised his eyebrows, and felt Gwen who was suppressing his slight nervousness next to him, thinking about how he should tell Gwen in a simple, clear and polite way.

The black spider is dead, you can tell me your secret.

but.

Locke directly rejected it.

no!

He has more secrets than Gwen, and if Gwen told him, and Locke didn't say it, who knows what Gwen would think then.

and……

Which vest is exposed?

Locke hasn't made up his mind yet.

Unparalleled Assassin, this is not good, this is his first trumpet, and, Unparalleled Assassin, has a special meaning.

Witch Rococo?

Still the same sentence, when he becomes the sun **** in the future, who would dare to say a word about the witch Rococo, and directly descend the divine punishment, so that the guy will directly turn into ashes.

Dimension Siro?

It can be.

Maybe……

Locke's eyes lit up, and he could spread his hands "Okay, you caught me, I'm not a human, I'm a dimensional god".

no.

Dimensional gods are not gods.

Put it this way.

Just like the BMW X1, although it is also called BMW, anyone with a discerning eye will know that this product has no money to install a fork.

The same is true for dimensional gods.

Although the dimensional **** is also a god, in the eyes of all the gods in the universe, the dimensional **** is the so-called BMW X1!

That……

Bloodline Cain?

Locke thought so in his heart, and then, for some unknown reason, suddenly, Meivis, who had two small tiger teeth and looked cute and cute, appeared in his heart.

never mind.

It doesn't work, rebuild a trumpet.

After thinking about it, Locke felt that no matter which trumpet it was, it didn't seem to be very suitable. Either the grade was too low, or the tea grass had the owner.

……etc.

Tea grass has a master?

Why do I have this idea?

afternoon.

Because it was Friday, according to the agreement with Helen, Locke and Gwen were going to Long Island tonight to have dinner with Helen and Gwen's grandparents.

In the morning, Helen called and said that the two would buy some daily necessities when they passed by.

no way.

Although Long Island is dubbed by the New Yorker as a potato-growing Long Island, in fact, Long Island is home to most of the rich on vacation, and there are many rich people. Although the rich are only used for vacation, it is undeniable that with the surge of rich Into, it is natural to increase the level of consumption.

Helen, who is a good wife and mother and a peerless mother-in-law, knows how to live very well. In the morning, she talked to Gwen on the phone and told Gwen where to buy tissues and spice bottles after school.

so.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Locke, Gwen, Cindy, and Kahn and others made an appointment and left early.

I went to a homeware store in lower Manhattan, bought tissues and blotting paper, and then went to Super Shopping three blocks away. I waited at 4:30, and after the salesperson put a discount label on it, I grabbed a discount. of seasoning.

Then……

When Locke and Gwen came to Long Island, they saw from a distance that Gwen bought it specially, and it has appreciated by 40%. It has a white exterior wall and a four-story seaside villa.

Gwynn is delighted with the appreciation of his assets by investing in real estate: "Tomorrow, I'm going to visit the Hudson Heights with Pepper."

Locke slowly pulled the car aside and turned off the engine: "Where is Inwood Hill Park?"

Gwen nodded: "Yes, the real estate over there seems to have a lot of room for appreciation."

Locke opened the car door and smiled: "You decide."

Gwen got out of the car and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid, did I lose all the money in our account?"

Locke shrugged and said, "It's okay, I lost everything, you support me."

He does not reject eating soft rice or something.

After all, these days, those who can eat soft rice are not ordinary people.

Gwen rolled his eyes: "Okay, I'll support you, but, I won't let you drink a bottle of bourbon with $100,000, God, it's too extravagant, Dad's salary can only buy one a year. bottle."

Locke took out the three big bags, then brought the small bag to Gwen, and said with a smile: "One bottle, Gwen, in fact, George can't buy it if he buys it."

"Why?"

"Others are selling the whole case, not just selling."

"one million?"

"Ok."

"..."

Gwen opened his mouth, then shook his head and said, "Let's give Dad nine yuan and nine. It's all the same taste anyway. The taste of wine is not much different."

It's George's birthday in a few days.

Gwen was thinking of buying George the same Thunder Bourbon that Locke was drinking.

But right now?

Not only sell, but only sell the whole?

Too extravagant.

Locke smiled and walked towards the back door of the villa with Gwen: "It's alright, there are two more pieces in the locker You can take one, and then, if you have money, you can pay it back. Give me."

Gwen shook his head: "Forget it, I don't think there's much difference in taste between a bourbon of $100,000 and a bourbon of nine yuan and nine, and, if my mother finds out, she'll be angry, so use her mother's words. Say, what is George's identity, and what qualifications does he have to drink a bourbon worth a hundred thousand dollars?"

Locke laughed.

Poor George.

With George's current position, if the equivalent exchange is placed in the East Country.

estimate……

There are at least 10,000 houses.

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