Plug-in Players In Marvel

I made a bet with my friends who were having a good time with each other, and I was inspired to go to Nepal. I planned to take advantage of the best time of late summer and early autumn, which is approaching September, to go around the Himalayas.

As a result, after arriving in Nepal, before I even had time to set out to board the camp, I encountered a group of bad guys who specialized in defrauding tourists.

"The tour guide doesn't have a certificate, and the driver doesn't know where he got it from. What's even more irritating is that the car they drive is also shabby..." The more he spoke, the angrier he got, and his mouth became drier. Strange subconsciously picked up the cup and poured a sip of coffee that had not yet cooled down into his mouth.

"Ah, bah bah bah!"

He was burned so badly that he looked very embarrassed even after he took several sips.

After finally regaining his composure, Strange continued: "As soon as we drove on the road, everything was jingling and ringing. Sitting in the car, I even felt that the car might fall apart at any time. As expected, it turned out to be the same. I thought the same thing. Halfway up the hill, the left rear wheel of the car fell off and the brakes also failed. "

"It's too late to jump out of the car. Haha, didn't I just say that there is something wrong with the door of that car, the door lock can only be opened from the outside. In other words, unless I can open the window in an instant and reach out my hand Go and unlock the door, otherwise it would be impossible to jump out of the car, and given the situation at the time, I didn’t have that much time.”

"Just like that, the car slid down the hillside, rushed out of the winding mountain road, and fell into a valley dozens of meters deep. Let's put it this way, if I hadn't fastened my seat belt and was holding a big backpack in my arms , it had some buffering effect, maybe I would have died the moment the car fell into the valley.”

After hearing what Strange said, Christine's face already showed an expression of worry and panic.

"...Are you okay?" Unable to hold it any longer, Christine stood up and came to Strange's side, stretched out her hands and grabbed his left hand: "You told me on the phone before that maybe in the future I can't continue to operate on you because you were seriously injured in the car accident, right? Strange, can you let me see your injuries?"

"Is it here?" Strange smiled, turned around and lifted up the back of his clothes: "Here it is, don't be scared."

There is a hideous and scary scar on the exposed lower back, which is more than thirty centimeters in length. The stitching is very rough, and the overall shape is like a giant centipede wrapped around Strange's waist.

Judging from the width of this scar, its depth is at least five centimeters.

"Does it still hurt?" Carefully stroking the scar, Kristen felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"It's okay, it has grown back." Putting down his clothes, Strange said with a smile: "Don't worry, use the medical knowledge you have learned to analyze it, you should be able to see what is special about my injury."

"Um??"

After being reminded again by Strange's eyes, Kristen finally reacted: "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Strange, how did it heal so quickly? Such a serious cut can recover normally. If so, it will take at least a month or two.”

From the time of injury to now, it has only been more than half a month.

In other words, the scar on Strange's body healed so quickly that it was beyond what medical common sense could explain.

"The adventure I'm going to talk about started from this moment." Holding Christine's hand, Strange opened the conversation again and continued to tell the unfinished story: "At the moment the car accident happened, I really I thought I was going to die, but the moment the car actually hit the bottom and stopped turning, that was the moment before I fell into coma..."

"You can't guess what I saw!" Still unable to hold back, Strange showed an excited expression unconsciously, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.

"What is it? Angel?" After a casual guess, Christine raised her hand and slapped Strange on the arm: "Come on, can't you see how worried I am? What time has it been? What's the matter? Sell ​​it to me!"

"Uh, I'm sorry." Then he remembered that the timing seemed wrong. Strange smiled sheepishly and quickly continued: "At that moment, through the car window full of spider webs, I saw someone appearing outside. A ring of fire. Well, it's not a burning flame, it's a ring of sparks like when welding steel pipes. The difference is that the sparks are not blue or white, but orange, so I say it is. A ring of fire."

"Hmm, what next?"

"A figure walked out of the circular ring of fire." Strange smiled: "Then I fainted."

"Eh?"

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet." Tightening his fingers and comforting Christine with his movements, Strange continued: "When I woke up, I found that I was taken to a very special place. Place. Well... if I have to describe it, it's a bit like a temple. Remember the temple we went to when we went to the island country the year before last? It felt a bit like that, but there were some differences. "

"In short, I did not die, but was saved. Being able to survive such a serious accident is a great blessing among misfortunes. But on the other hand, along with this good fortune, there is also a great misfortune. In front of me. Yes, it's the scar you just identified."

"The wound was very deep. It not only severed the muscles, but also severely damaged the spine. Let me tell you this, if I hadn't met the teacher, I would still be paralyzed in bed now, including the rest of my life, and I could only sit on it. Spending time in a wheelchair." At this point, a look of gratitude appeared on his face unconsciously, and Strange sighed deeply: "It's all because of the teacher's help that I can still stand now. , I really can’t imagine what I will become.”

"Teacher?" Christine couldn't help but feel curious after mentioning this person twice in a row.

"Yeah." Strange nodded, his eyes full of respect: "I can't say much to you before I get permission. I can only tell you...well, this person saved my life. The teacher is a true mage.”

"Mage? Si?"

"It's not a magician, I'm talking about a magician, the kind that only appears in legends." Strange said with a wry smile that said, "I knew you would react like this": "Have you ever heard of Merlin? The great wizard in the legend of King Arthur, the one who saved me, is the same kind of being as Merlin."