Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The bonfire burns slowly.

The night sky above this small camp is shining with countless stars, looking down on the land. He also looked at the slowly burning bonfire in this camp and the man who was disposing of the corpse.

He Shenyan was peeling off an ugly monster with cramps. His hands were covered in blood, but he didn't care about it, and even hummed a song.

It has been almost a month since he came to this world, and he was wandering in this cold jungle. He Shenyan could perceive the human villages not far away, but he did not want to disturb him. He lives alone in the jungle, and does nothing but find some monsters to study every day. The ugly and dwarf monster in his hand was trembling at this time, its brain was exposed, and it even trembled slightly in the cold air. Its wrinkled skin had been peeled off, wet and steaming, and was thrown casually on the table beside it. Despite its terrifying pain, it was unable to move, scream, or call upon its kin.

"Okay, okay. Don't be afraid, you ugly little thing. It'll be over soon."

He Shenyan patted its bright red brain lightly and got a violent tremor. If it weren't for the discovery of dozens of human bones under the bridge where these guys lived, maybe he wouldn't be so cruel. His attitude towards non-human races has always been flexible and changeable.

These things have ugly and fierce faces, and most of them are very small. The teeth are extremely sharp, as are the claws. He Shenyan had no doubt that their dirty and smelly claws could disembowel those farmers with one blow. If this thing is only one, it may not be scary. But the problem is, they live in groups.

So he helped a handful of local residents, and anyway, a few days ago, he had studied enough of the monster that looked like a griffin.

He Shenyan hummed a song, and a gleaming magic knife condensed in his hand, which cut the monster's brain lightly and precisely. It began to tremble violently, the whole brain seemed to fly out from between the half-opened skulls, and its eyes protruded. The long, narrow tongue pulled out of that big mouth, and died in excruciating pain. He Shenyan was unmoved, and he continued to dissect the corpse of the monster that had just died.

After about half an hour, he snapped his fingers. A curtain of water appeared out of thin air. He washed the blood from his hands and cleaned up the messy workbench. The corpse was thrown hundreds of meters away with mental power. He is not interested in thinking about the fate of this monster. The animals in this jungle are not very friendly.

He paced slowly around the camp, and began to wonder if he would go and harm the four stone-like monsters again tomorrow. They have simple intelligence, and they have been made suspicious by He Shenyan's occasional surprise attack. Although he didn't kill them, he was very keen to teach them how to do simple arithmetic. These simple-minded creatures couldn't even speak long sentences, but he was forced to learn arithmetic and couldn't beat them. The cave that simply abandoned them ran away.

He Shenyan laughed when he thought of this, his eccentric sense of humor reminded him of a classic joke, but he didn't plan to say it. After all, it's so sad to be told a joke to oneself.

Even if he is now trying to escape from the eternal paradise.

The memories of those angels are a treasure for him. He flips through them when he has nothing to do. It's like jumping through a stinky and long series with thousands of episodes. You can always find something new. He found out three weeks ago that anyone who killed an angel would be branded - but he didn't find it.

It could also be because he did not kill, but ate it.

Back to the topic, just because he didn't check it out doesn't mean he really didn't. He doesn't believe that after killing twenty-five angels unscrupulously, he can continue to run around in the sea of ​​stars. Sooner or later, the eternal heaven will find himself - um,

It's going to be thousands of years.

It's funny, those twenty-five angels thought they had discovered an unowned world, and they came running together excitedly. This wasn't even an official mission. And because the distance they have spanned is too long, when the news of their death is transmitted back to eternal heaven, according to the speed in their memory, it may be enough for a turtle to naturally evolve into a ninja turtle.

He now treats himself as a vacation, to relax, and to study these unique local monsters by the way. Knowledge is never too much.

He Shenyan returned to the campfire, where there was a lounge chair. Wooden, with soft cushions and footrests. You don't even need to sit on it, it must be comfortable just by looking at it.

He lay down and looked at the starry sky, the bonfire beside him slowly burning and crackling.

It was a really quiet night that couldn't have been quieter, and it would have been better if the noise from not far away was ignored.

Feeling disappointed, he opened his eyes in annoyance, and a blue light flashed in his eyes. The low-level eagle eye technique allowed him to see a group of people chasing an old man with torches in the jungle.

His beard and hair were all white, and he was holding a little girl in his arms. The girl was asleep, and even being hunted couldn't seem to wake her from her sleep, the old man was panting, his lungs protesting against him. A burning sensation came from within his body, his old man, who had been with him for a long time, was protesting to him in this way: old man! Now is not the time to be young!

The old man ignored it, and he was still running. That speed is nothing short of miraculous for an old man. None of the sturdy lads behind him could catch up to him. He could only let him run around in the jungle and gradually disappeared.

The drenched old man sat down against a very thick tree. He closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and groped for the girl in his arms on the grass beside him. The weather in Kaldwin is notoriously cold, not to mention running into the jungle late at night in a soaking wet single. But he was more worried about the girl than his condition, the slaughtered village, and those who kept chasing him for some reason.

"Oh, merciful Meritelli. I pray, if you're watching me, if you see me as a useless old man... Please, shed your tears of mercy so that this innocent child can go away safely Well..." He prayed to Goddess Meritelli, a loving Goddess who shelters the poor, the homeless, children, pregnant women. He had no choice but to pray to her.

It seems that the gods are manifested, and the miracle really happened.

A man in a luxurious black robe slowly walked out of the dark jungle in front of him. The slim-fitting robe had gold embroidered edges, which set off his tall and straight figure. His black hair was draped behind his head, and an indescribable mysterious aura emanated from the pure white light group that followed him. Not to mention that face, the old man dared to swear by his name, and even in the time he was young in the city, he had never seen such a handsome man.

Compared to him, the bards who were robbed and quarreled by the ladies were like bugs in the sewer.

He stared blankly at the man, forgetting what to say.