My Marvel Supergirlfriend

My Marvel Supergirlfriend Chapter 330

"Xi Nian!"

Gwen's eyes widened, her body was equipped with a cushioned air cushion, and she reacted very quickly to hug Xi Nian who suddenly lost consciousness.

"Young Master...?!"

Also in the main hall of the top-floor office, Wanda looked at Xi Nian who appeared in the mutation, and the washed cup fell off his hands with a clatter. Usher in a burst on the floor!

Wanda's young body that does not match his own age was shocked, and the scarlet pupil light flashed in pale red's beautiful eyes, faintly revealing extreme emotions such as crazy, violent, cold and so on!

The scarlet pupil light quickly disappeared.

"Let me take a look!"

The beautiful and cute black maid dress swayed violently, Wanda quickly rushed to Xi Nian, eagerly stretched Bai Nen's right palm To the boy's eyebrows.

Om--!

Under the suspicious gaze of Gwen holding Xi Nian, the crimson maid Wanda's little hand glowed with crimson rays of light!

red's strange energy, like light, and like a kind of fog.

Rising up from Wanda's five fingers, with the chaotic Profound Truth and the breath of the soul, it spreads to the eyebrows of the comatose teenager.

But at this time.

A hand suddenly grabbed Wanda's outstretched right wrist.

"Stop, I'm fine..." Xi Nian exhaled, his eyelashes trembled, eyes slowly opened.

Wanda and Gwen were stunned at the same time:

"Your eyes."

"My eyes?"

< p>Xi Nian sat on the sofa, with the pillow in Gwen's arms, fingers subconsciously touching the corner of his right eye.

Under spider senses, he also sensed it.

My original brown eyes turned into weird black, as if a dark black flame was beating, but I couldn't feel the slightest bit of temperature!

In less than a few seconds.

Black like the tide fades away, and the pupils return to their original color.

"Xi Nian, what happened just now?" Gwen asked worriedly with a look of fear.

"I don't know either." Xi Nian shook his head.

He only felt that in the moment just now, his soul trembled slightly.

Xi Nian stood up again and moved his body, and there was nothing abnormal.

As if the 'Internet speed' was just stuck, so that the soul temporarily left the body for a few seconds.

But he still felt a little strange in his heart.

Just now, the black in his eyes...

It looks like Death.

...

"What are you two doing looking at me like this."

Xi Nian was a little nervous, looking at both sides of his body and staring at himself Gwen and Wanda.

Gwen said worriedly and firmly: "It must be checked completely!"

"Young Master, my ability can detect souls and thoughts." Wanda weakly whispered.

"Okay. I know my physical condition, so I don't need to worry too much."

Xi Nian doesn't want to be protected and treated as a patient by the people around him all the time.

Besides, if it involves the concept of Death, it is impossible to detect it no matter how it is detected.

"No way!"

Gwen stretched out his arms and hugged Xi Nian, making Xi Nian suddenly feel black.

It's just that this time it wasn't the loss of consciousness just now, but the eyes, along with the face, were covered by something soft with a faint scent.

Xi Nian couldn't breathe...

He finally knew where the little weight Gwen had gained over the past three years had come from.

Gwen greeted Xi Nian while hugging: "Wanda, come and help me, subdue him and let him lie down!"

"Ah... "Wanda, not knowing what to do, cautiously stretched out a small hand to pick up one of Xi Nian's feet.

"Wanda, who is your Young Master?" Xi Nian asked sternly.

Wanda was so frightened that he quickly let go, causing Xi Nian and Gwen, who were huddled together, to tip over on the sofa.

In the living room on the top floor, which is not as warm as the office, the three of them are in a mess.

In the end, it was the artificial intelligence Alice who helped Xi Nian:

"Master, about one thing, maybe you want to know."

" What's the matter?"

On the sofa, Xi Nian finally stuck his head out.

Alice: "About, an old man you know."

…

The streets of New York.

A middle-aged man with slightly white temples, sitting on the ground decadently, his hair is messy like a dog kennel, and his unrepaired beard looks sloppy.

Like a street vagrant.

But he was wearing an expensive designer sweater and jeans, his hands were wrapped in white bandages over and over again, and he stared blankly at the passers-by who went back and forth.

As a genius-level neurologist, Stephen Strange, absolutely didn't expect himself to be reduced to this level.

More than three months ago.

As a result of a serious car crash that fell off a cliff, Strange was in a hospital bed for three months, severely disabled with both hands.

If he is the chief surgeon, Strange has the confidence to heal his hands well, after all, he is the best doctor!

Because of this, he felt the trick of fate and the despair of life!

Without his hands, he can no longer be a doctor, nor can he live a normal life!

Alright.

Strange just learned that a patient who was treated at New York First Hospital many years ago, obviously highly paralyzed, has recently appeared on the basketball court in New York's park like a normal person. basketball!

This may be the last hope.

Strange is about to find the patient and ask him about a cure for his paralysis.

Shifting up against the wall with his shoulders, Strange struggled to his feet and was about to continue his way to the basketball court.

But at this time.

The cellphone in his pocket rang for a while.

…

Strange stood at the front door of the Future Chronicle headquarters, looking up at this building with a barely visible top.

Some time ago, he tried all the methods and channels to heal his hands, and naturally he also sought help from the Future Chronicle Company in the field of biological genes and terminal illness.

Although there was only a little bit of hope at the time.

What made Strange didn't expect was that the customer service of Future Chronicle just called and said that the manager of Future Chronicle wanted to see him!

The future chronologist, Alice.

This is the legendary influential figure. It seems that even the internal employees of the Future Chronicle Company have never seen each other!

...

Soon, Strange took the exclusive elevator to the board member's chief office.

Look at the number of floors rising and jumping in the elevator.

Strange felt a little nervous for no apparent reason. As a former genius doctor, he naturally stepped into the circle of the upper class.

The highest Chief-In-Charge of giant companies like Future Chronicle and Stark Industries is already at the top of the social class, and can easily create a lot of upper circles!

even more how, he is now paralyzed with both hands and completely lost his status as a doctor who can talk to the other side.

Under tension and anticipation.

ding dong, the elevator arrived at Second Layer, the tallest countdown in the headquarters building.

The Director's Office.

The elevator door opened, and Strange stepped out of the elevator nervously. Naturally, he was greeted by a super-large office with top-level luxury.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains on one side are all pulled up, and the brilliant golden sunlight falls into the room, giving you a bird's-eye view of Queens, New York.

And at the desk and chair in the chief executive's office, a black-haired boy sat on it, his bright eyes staring at him.

"You, you are...!"

Strange's eyes were wide and his mouth was also wide-open from over-surprised surprise.