Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

How can capitalism, which lives under money, understand the bright red of red?

How can a materialistic society actively desire spiritual wealth?

Therefore, extreme evil, named the evil of freedom, was naturally born in this soil where money is intertwined.

Zhou Ran understands these things very well.

Because he is also a member of this example.

If he hadn't known that there were people with superpowers in the world from the beginning, he wouldn't have over-packaged himself and allowed himself to grow into a person full of spiritual core.

He understood, but he couldn't agree with everything.

As a person with superpowers, of course he has to think about himself, so he also has to take care of other people with superpowers.

He can accept people's malice.

But I can’t accept the malice from someone I know well.

Just like George at this moment, his report has turned into a knife, piercing the softest part of Zhou Ran's heart.

This made Zhou Ran suddenly feel uncomfortable.

This is the third time he has felt so uncomfortable, and this seems to be a different kind of betrayal.

The first time comes from good brother Tony Stark.

The second time comes from the good adopted son Peter Parker.

The third time comes from the good in-laws George Stacey.

Zhou Ran twisted his eyebrows, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Wang who was still studying magic seriously in the pile of books.

He waved his hand and whispered: "Merlin..."

A red cloak emerged from Zhou Ran's back and quickly rushed in front of Wang.

It lifted up a corner of its cloak and made a huge gesture on the king's face in an extremely anthropomorphic manner, pulling the king out of the magic.

Then, he leisurely returned behind Zhou Ran and slowly disappeared.

Wang rubbed his painful face, raised his head, and looked at Zhou Ran, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

This is not the first time he has been beaten.

After Zhou Ran learned some basic magic and was able to communicate with the magic cloak, a Merlin who loved to slap people in the face was born.

The king was a little helpless. This was probably the worst cloak in history, and the most evil-minded Supreme Mage.

He has already begun to feel pain for the future of the magical world.

"What's wrong? Supreme Mage, what's the matter..."

A smile appeared on Wang's face. Although it hurt, he still had to face reality.

Besides, it is a rare honor for a mage to be slapped in the mouth by the Supreme Mage.

You know, many people want to be beaten but can't!

A long time ago, this could have been called enlightenment!

This is also a special kind of closeness.

"Alas!"

Zhou Ran sighed softly, raised his head and glanced at Wang, who had a serious face, and asked: "Wang, do you think I'm scary? Do you think someone like me can still make friends?"

"I found that I was drifting away from my former friends, and a bottomless gap suddenly appeared between us... We could no longer sit face to face, drink coffee, and chat about homely stories like before.

."

"They began to be afraid of me, they began to treat me with caution, and they were even more afraid of angering me... But in fact, I haven't changed much. I am the same as before, but they took the initiative to step back."
"I seem to have become an alien, an excluded alien. This feeling is very uncomfortable, makes me a little irritable, and makes me a little tired."

"King, can you understand me?"

After listening to Zhou Ran's words, Wang nodded and said thoughtfully: "Supreme Mage, this matter is not difficult to understand... because, a long time ago, someone once said that if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

!"

"For the crowned king, feelings of equal value are indeed a luxury, and it is inevitable that there will be a huge sense of emptiness in the spirit... There is no easy solution to this problem, because when you set foot on

When you are in that position, people will naturally fear you."

"Being afraid is the greatest respect for the king. This principle is the same for Kama Taj. In Kama Taj, no one will veto the words of the Ancient One, and no one dares to communicate with the Ancient One on an equal footing."
"In Kama Taj, apart from Lord Wei Shandi, the Ancient One is the supreme being. The only feelings we have for her are respect and fear. She not only leads us, but is also our belief."

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"Faith?" Zhou Ran narrowed his eyes and asked thoughtfully: "Wang, is Gu Yi your faith? If so, wouldn't she be perfect in your eyes?"

Wang was stunned for a moment, and replied with a somewhat stunned expression: "Isn't it like this? Isn't the Ancient One perfect?"

When Zhou Ran heard this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he asked in a weird tone: "What if she is no longer perfect? ​​Or she was never as perfect as you imagined?"

"What will happen to you? Will you tolerate this kind of perfection? Will you still regard her as a belief?"

After listening to Zhou Ran's question, Wang was a little distracted for a moment, his eyes widened, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Oh, damn, this is a question I have never thought about..."

"However, I think your question, Master Supreme, is a little incorrect. The Ancient One has guarded the earth for so many years and fought off countless enemies with ill intentions..."

"No matter what, she deserves the respect and faith of all mages."

Zhou Ran nodded and said with a smile: "Hahaha, actually what I said just now was all a joke. How could Gu Yi not be perfect?"

"She has done a great job. She is the greatest mage in the world."

"Therefore, Ancient One will never be imperfect, and those who are imperfect must be others."

Wang frowned, not knowing what to say.

He always felt that there was something in Zhou Ran's words, that Zhou Ran must know something, and what he knew must be about the Supreme Mage.

That doesn't seem like a good thing...

But Wang couldn't find out. He was just a mage with mediocre qualifications. He was too far away from the height of the two.

It is really stupid to think about the Supreme Mage without the power of the Supreme Mage.

The king shook his head, sighed softly, lost himself in his thoughts, and continued reading those precious magic books.

His responsibility is very heavy and he needs to teach Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran's ability to acquire knowledge far exceeded his imagination, and his teaching speed could not keep up.

Preparing lessons for the Supreme Master is the top priority right now.

Zhou Ran leaned his back on the chair, pressed some temples with his hands, raised his head and stared at the dome above the temple, and his thoughts began to slowly diverge.

Maybe, being feared is not such a bad thing.

This means that Zhou Ran will have a great say in the future, and everyone will listen to him very carefully and abide by the rules he has set.

But this is also not a good thing.

Because.

In the dark corners, there will be countless people with ulterior motives watching him, and they will try their best to destroy him.

The composition of those who want to harm him is also very complex.

There are politicians in the light, Hydra in the dark, evil super criminals, mutants, aliens, ordinary people, and even former friends...

In fact, he doesn't need to care too much about these things.

After all, he still has superhuman strength.

But with superhuman power, Zhou Ran has always been able to control the capital.

Zhou Ran shook his head, getting rid of those unimportant thoughts in his mind, and muttered: "Oh, these are not things I should consider now. In other words, it is a bit early to consider them."

"There is no need to consider these things so seriously that have not happened yet... This is not a dead sheep, it is too late."

"The most urgent thing I should deal with is the X-Men... Their attitude is still unclear. If Professor X does not agree with my plan, then I have already turned against him."

"The X-Men are still very powerful, and their destructive power is terrifying...but there are only a few people who really need to pay attention. Among them, Phoenix Girl Qin Gray must be ranked first. The Phoenix Force is very terrifying.

."

"Next is Professor

"No matter what, Professor

"Other than that, everyone else is nothing to worry about. Cyclops's laser is probably comparable to my heat vision, but his body is as fragile as paper compared to mine."

"Storm Girl is not worth mentioning... Hehe, my super breath can turn into a violent storm..."

"But you still have to pay attention to the Iceman guy. If his freezing ability is developed to the extreme, it should be able to freeze time... This is a very terrifying auxiliary."

"Well, I guess Iceman is not up to such a high level... Anyway, I will just deal with it with all my strength, and when there is a real danger that is difficult to solve, Gu Yi will definitely take action."

"After all, I am the next Supreme Mage... Alas, there is no way, Ancient One Idol, you chose this yourself!"

Zhou Ran curled his lips and glanced at the king who was learning magic from the corner of his eye. His eyes were full of mixed emotions.

Master Gu Yi really had nothing to say to him, which moved him a little.

Ancient One deserves his respect.

Kamal Taj also deserves his serious treatment.

"However, I always feel like I forgot something..." Zhou Ran rubbed his eyebrows and murmured softly.

He really felt like he had forgotten something.

And those things are extremely important.

Zhou Ran suddenly felt a sense of panic and crisis.

In short, he is not very good now.

After thinking hard for a while, Zhou Ran still didn't remember what he had forgotten.

"I hope nothing bad will happen..." He muttered something in a low voice, then closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

……

Some people slept at night, but others did not.

The difference is that some people who don't sleep are not because they don't want to sleep, but because they can't sleep yet.

In a dark spiritual space.

The clown slowly opened his eyes, he sighed, spread his hands forward, with a helpless expression on his face, and said: "Oh, my Jake, I admit that I am very powerful, but no matter how powerful I am, I

It’s not omnipotent.”

"Although I like to help you solve problems, I'm really not a firefighter."

"Besides, I also have a very difficult matter to deal with now... So, this time, you can only ask for blessings."

"Hehe, but don't worry, in order to deal with this crisis, I sent a little assistant a long time ago. That little lunatic will help you to some extent."

The clown frowned, turned his head slightly, and looked into the darkness.

No, it can no longer be called darkness there.

It's not dark there anymore.

There was a commotion there.

Not only is it a boiling hustle and bustle, but it is also filled with a breath of freedom.

In the midst of the flashy lights and feasting, a monkey wearing a golden hoop and cassock was standing on the Peach Mountain. He held a pipa in both hands and played it hard, playing an indescribable tune.

There is a middle-aged man standing on each side of the monkey.

The middle-aged man on the left is wearing a cassock and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently. His eyes were shining with a rich scarlet color, and he looked at the monkey with enthusiasm.

piety and faith.

The middle-aged man on the right was wearing very uncoordinated clothes. He had a red shirt on his upper body, a pair of brown overalls over the shirt, and a pair of pale green leather shoes on his feet.

He grinned his mouth, revealing a pair of sharp teeth, with a cruel and terrifying smile on his face, and his eyes looking at the monkey were full of greed.

This scene looks like a chaotic dance of demons.

When the clown saw this, he shook his head silently and slowly took out a big speaker from his arms.

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"Huh..."

He took a deep breath, raised the loudspeaker, and shouted angrily: "Hey, hey, hey, gentlemen, I would like to ask how many more days will this ridiculous party last?"

"When will this outrageous party end? I really can't stand it. I haven't slept for three whole days!"

"Phew! I have tried my best to suppress my anger, but you are still going on and on, with no intention of stopping... If the music is good, then forget it, I can accept it, but your music is really ugly.

Already..."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly and stopped playing. He raised his head and looked at the clown, grinned, and said in a disdainful tone: "What? There are four and a half people here, and three and a half of them really like this party. You are the only one who is picking on me.

Son!"

"What? Do you dislike me, Old Sun? Do you want to fight with me?"

After that, Sun Wukong threw away the pipa in his hand. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed it forward with one hand. A golden stick was held in the palm of his hand. His figure swayed slightly, and the Buddha's dazzling cassock turned into a robe filled with precious energy.

of golden armor.

There is a poem praising:

"Wearing golden armor and shining brightly, wearing a golden crown and reflecting the light."

"Hold a golden hoop in your hand, and wear cloud shoes on your feet."

"A pair of strange eyes are like a star, and the ears are hard and hard when viewed over the shoulders."

"Standing tall makes you change more, and your voice is as loud as a bell."

"The monkey's mouth is full of wisdom and its teeth are strong, but its horse is warm, and its heart is high to be the sage who is equal to heaven."

Seeing this, the clown couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his lips, and his heart was full of mixed emotions, which was hard to describe for the moment.

The monkey in front of me is a fool.

Originally there was only one bad guy, but now there are two.

Moreover, he released the monkey himself.

Although it was born in advance, the matter of getting a B has nothing to do with sooner or later.

Because, some guys will be born with bad luck.

That is what is destined.

Thinking of this, the clown couldn't help but sigh.

It is definitely impossible to fight a monkey with force... Although the monkey cannot kill himself, the feeling of being beaten to a pulp after being hit with a stick is not fake.

He clown is not a brainless pig.

Only Hannibal, that stupid pig, would choose to use force to provoke a monkey, and he would be beaten into a pulp several times without having any memory.