"Happy birthday to you~~Happy birthday to you~~Happy birthday to you~~Happy birthday↑↓~~Happy birthday to you↑Happy↓~~"
A slightly off-key birthday song played in Heather's rental house.
Gwen smiled until her face turned red. She sat at the table and watched her boyfriend clap his hands and sing to her, her eyes full of sweetness.
The formal birthday party has been held at Gwen's house before. Ben Parker and his wife, Peter, the three band sisters, George Stacey and Heather all brought their own gifts and their most sincere blessings to celebrate Gwen's birthday. Wen's eighteenth birthday.
Heather gave an actual copy of "Under the Spider's Web" as a birthday gift at the banquet. Only then did everyone realize that the famous writer "Raven" was actually Heather's pen name! Needless to say, George was really impressed by Heather. Then there is the vague murderous look of the father-in-law looking at his son-in-law.
Maybe George noticed Heather's sincerity towards Gwen. This boy is also capable of supporting the family and letting Gwen live a good life. This is enough for George. His daughter's health and happiness are more important than anything else. Since his daughter likes this Heather, this kid, then George must also recognize this frivolous son-in-law.
After the birthday party, as soon as the other guests were sent away, George was called away by a phone call from the police. Gwen took Heather directly back to the small world of the rental house to start the second half of the birthday party.
Plop! Heather was pushed to the sofa by Gwen. She couldn't help but swallowed: "Madam, are you dissatisfied that my singing is out of tune?"
"I'm indeed a little dissatisfied, so you have to make it up to me."
Gwen's face turned redder and brighter, she sat astride Heather, put her arms around her boyfriend's neck, and smiled charmingly.
"With pleasure, my lady." Heather put her hands tightly around Gwen's slender waist and pulled her into her arms.
Both young men knew what was going to happen next and were prepared.
Just when Gwen was sitting in Heather's arms and their breaths were intertwined, there was a sudden knock on the door of the rental house.
"Who is it? How annoying!" Gwen lay in Heather's arms, her eyes blurred.
"Probably he was selling insurance door-to-door...Ignored him and left on his own..." Heather buried her head in Gwen's neck. He didn't want to get up and open the door. Wouldn't the good atmosphere be ruined?
But the knocking on the door persisted, as if "If you don't open the door, I'll keep knocking until the end of time."
The two young people had no choice but to tidy up their messy clothes and get up from the sofa. Gwen slipped into the house and Heather strode to open the door.
He swore that if the insurance salesman outside the door didn't give him a legitimate reason, Hell Raven would let him know today that not all doors can be knocked on.
but--
"Clang clang clang clang!"
Rebecca, wearing a cat-eared peaked cap, happily stood outside the door, raised her hands and cheered:
"Are you happy to see me?"
Heather's mouth twitched twice, feeling that it was really difficult for her to pretend to be happy: "Miss Rebecca, are you okay?"
Do you think I should be happy?
Rebecca's face immediately dropped: "Tsk, you can't give me any positive feedback... Oops!"
A slender hand reached out from the side and gently twisted Rebecca's ear. The latter was pulled aside with a grin on her face.
Moxi, who was wearing a silver-white dress, walked to the door and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, seems to have disturbed you?"
Facing Moxie, who had a motherly temperament, Heather couldn't get angry, so she could only open the door and turn sideways: "No, it's okay, Gwen and I are celebrating her birthday, please come in, Ms. Moxie, and Libby Miss Ka."
The other party already knew the true identity of Ghost Spider, so he didn't have to hide it.
Moxie walked into the hall gracefully, then smiled and greeted Gwen who poked her head out of the room: "Good evening, Miss Stacey."
The blush on Gwen's face had not faded away, and it looked particularly eye-catching against her fair complexion. She said shyly: "Good evening, Ms. Moxie."
After saying that, she hid in the house. From the rustling sounds, she was probably arranging her clothes to look decent.
Heather took out two cans of drinks from the refrigerator and put them on the table. She sat on the chair opposite the sofa: "It's late. Is there anything important?"
He was a little worried in his heart. Could it be that there was something wrong with the Sword of Fire organization and that he, a newbie like him, was needed to help? There were so many great people in the organization, so I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to help them if I went there.
Moxie seemed to see Heather's uneasiness, and smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, we are just here to visit the new members of the organization and to extend birthday wishes to Miss Stacey."
With that said, Moxi gently poked Rebecca next to her with her elbow, and the latter reluctantly started to sing Happy Birthday at the top of her voice:
"Happy birthday to you~~Happy birthday to you~~"
At this time, Gwen had just put her dress back on and walked out of the house, wiping her skirt. Hearing this, she waved her hands repeatedly: "Ah? I, I just celebrated my birthday, I really don't need to do this..."
What a joke, Gwen was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it if she asked the big boss of Kingpin's gang to sing happy birthday to her.
Moreover, Rebecca's singing was so terrible that it's hard to tell whether she did it on purpose.
At this time, Moxi took out a wrapped small gift box at the right moment, put it solemnly on the table and pushed it forward:
"Miss Stacey, after all of us discussed it, Fire Sword decided to give you this gift as your eighteenth birthday gift."
Although he didn't know what it was, looking at Moxi's solemn look and the mention of a gift jointly given by all members of the Fire Sword, it must be that this thing is definitely not an ordinary object.
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Gwen was startled and looked at Heather subconsciously. She didn't know how to refuse such a great gift.
Heather turned to look at Moxi: "Ms. Moxi, Gwen is not a member of the organization, so she may not be able to bear such a heavy gift."
He was afraid that the Fire Sword organization would target Gwen and absorb her into it. The enemies such a powerful organization must face must be unprecedentedly powerful, and Heather never wanted to see Gwen fall into danger.
"Please rest assured that this is just a birthday gift, not an invitation. Please accept it."
Moxi's smile contained a determination that could not be refused.
Heather sighed: "I guess the purpose of your coming to my place is not just to send birthday gifts, right?"
"Correct. We met on the battlefield of the Hero Association's defense ten days ago. It's good that you didn't reveal your identity as a member of the Fire Sword.
We hope you can continue to be a dark card.
On the one hand, this is to protect you who have not yet grown up, and on the other hand, I hope that you can achieve unexpected results as a dark card."
Moxi said softly,
"You must have met several members of the organization, and I think you must also have questions to ask?"
Heather was silent for a few seconds, and then asked: "The person who shattered all the meteorite fragments, is he the [Prince of the Star Sea] who is ranked S-level on the hero list?"
"Yes."
"I also saw a figure deep in the clouds. Is that also a member of the Fire Sword?"
"Oh, you mean her..."
Moxie glanced at Heather meaningfully, then turned his head towards the window and said:
"Why don't you come and meet me?"
Who was she talking to? Gwen and Heather looked at each other, confused.
Suddenly, a gentle wind blew out of thin air in the living room, and the wind quickly formed a vague vortex of air.
The strange thing is that nothing in the living room was swept up by the sudden cyclone.
Soon, the cyclone dissipated, and a figure quietly appeared in the center of the living room.
This is a short-haired girl wearing a gray hooded cloak. She is about seventeen to eighteen years old. Her short gray hair reaches her ears. Two small golden dragon horns extend from the short gray hair on her forehead. Her face is one of the most beautiful faces Heather has ever seen. The combination of facial features and face shape completely meets the definition of "beautiful".
The moment she appeared, a pair of orange-red vertical dragon eyes stared intently at Heather, never shifting for a moment.
Gwen was on guard at this moment. She could feel that Heather was completely indifferent to Rebecca. Rebecca only made fun of Heather out of a sense of fun. Moxxi could even be Heather. Damn it.
But the new gray-haired girl who appeared in front of her was different. Gwen felt that she had encountered a powerful enemy she had never seen before.
Wait a minute, what kind of evil team is this? Why are there so many female members and each of them is more beautiful than the other? I always feel that the purpose of establishing this organization is not pure!