Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The latest website: He Shenyan didn't want to go to the deep sea because of a temporary intention - in fact, as early as when he first came to Rune Land, several powerful local consciousnesses had communicated with him superficially.

One of them, named Nagakaporos. She had invited the mage to the deep sea to talk to her, but he refused.

She has many names among those who seek a living at sea, snake mother, sea beast, bearded lady... Except for the last slightly ridiculous name, Nagakaporos's identity has never been known. Know. But what she represents, and the creed practiced by her followers, makes the mage very interested.

Nagakaporos represents a lot in the mouths of her followers, both the god of life and the supreme beast that drives the permission of the sky and sea. She has a stern character and believes that all people should be tested to find the true meaning of life - the true meaning of which she believes is movement.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a sport.

It is the "movement of life", all things change, and only in the change can life have its meaning.

He Shenyan has no intention of questioning or dismantling the philosophy espoused by an ancient being. Everyone has their own set of standards to measure the world, and it would be boring if everyone was the same.

With the convergence of a burst of blue light, his figure appeared in the deep sea. The huge trench under 10,000 meters is extremely dark, and the sun can't shine here. He Shenyan floated gracefully in the water, not a single drop of the icy sea water could wet his robes.

A sea beast with a size of several hundred meters seemed to have woken up from its slumber because of his arrival. It spewed a series of bubbles from its mouth and fled in panic. He Shenyan watched it go away in the dark, calmly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A ray of light appeared, illuminating the seabed that had not been bright for tens of millions of years because of the movement of the earth's crust.

This light announced his arrival.

An illusory spirit tentacle suddenly grows from the bottom of the trench, and a blue-green energy vortex gradually forms on this unknown seabed as it dances. With rules and forms of existence that are difficult for humans to understand, an image that human beings can't see directly converges in front of the mage. Her voice is like the aggregation of thunder and storm, which is extremely severe.

"I thought you wouldn't come," she said calmly, almost indifferently. "What's the matter, Mage?"

"Is my identity so obvious?"

He Shenyan made a small joke, a smile flashed across Nagakaporos' illusory face, and she replied, "No,

But I can see the essence of each person. Your essence is a mage—I think that's the right word to call you. "

"Interesting ability."

The mage nodded and didn't let the chat last too long. He quickly got to the point: "I want to ask you about those protoss."

He didn't say it was okay, as soon as he mentioned the Protoss, the stern god immediately frowned.

"A group of ignorant and incompetent people, wasting their lives... ignorant of progress, treating mortals as dirt, only two of them are satisfactory to me." Nagakaporos said in a low voice. own opinion. "Only they are eligible for my trials, but I don't think they can pass."

"Is this a high rating or a low rating?"

"I don't judge life," replied Nagakaporos. "Only they themselves know the value of life, and the way they want to practice and the answers they need are hidden in my trials."

"Okay...Ms. Nagakaporos, you know, where should I go to find them?" He Shenyan said with a smile.

If Twilight Starling thinks she can make him dizzy with a dozen different plots strung together, she is dead wrong. Faced with a tangled ball of yarn, the best way is not to untie it a little bit, but to get a new one.

"The abodes of the Protoss are outside this planet, and I don't know."

Nagakaporos shook his head: "This question, maybe you should ask the Dragon of Radiance. He will definitely be happy to tell you the answer, no one hates Protoss more than him."

He Shenyan smelled the story.

However, he didn't get to the bottom of it - that's not the main issue at the moment.

"Forget it, ma'am. They won't be hiding for long. Ah, yes," he said with a smile, as if he had suddenly remembered something. "Soul Eating Night is coming soon?"

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"May you find peace..."

A crippled old pirate kicked out a coffin with his only good leg, and it fell into the water and drifted away. The candle burning on the top of the coffin will go out after ten minutes. At that time, the coffin may be swallowed by the sea monster, or it may continue to float like this.

"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"

Who knows?

Anyway, the old pirates don't know.

His movements made him take a breath, Feng Zhu's old bones were too weak. But he had to do it, the Night of Soul Eater was coming, and the dead couldn't stay on the docks. Otherwise, they'll just get up again.

This is something all Bilgewaters cannot tolerate. During these days, there will be no new fights or vendettas, and no one will make new corpses. They would make a concerted effort to put countless corpses in coffins and throw them into the sea.

Yes, Bilgewater practiced burials at sea.

The old pirate wiped the sweat from his forehead and wiped it on his dirty clothes. The foul-smelling sea breeze that passed by the slaughter pier made him utter a curse. The dirty words made several young people standing behind him roar with laughter.

"Dirty mouth, your words are still so sharp." One of them smiled at him and threw a half-drinked bottle of wine from his arms.

Dirty mouth is getting old, and even eyes are not very good. But still able to grasp the flying bottle. He squinted and looked at the bottle for a while, before he said dissatisfiedly, "You are too embarrassed to bring such a cheap wine to Lao Tzu?"

"Would you like to drink!"

Dirty Mouth said nothing, bit off the cork with his teeth, and took a big mouthful. The bold drinking method caused a lot of liquor to spill out and flow down his shirt.

"Dirty mouth, have you seen Ms. Sarah recently?"

"No—even if there is, I won't tell you. You little bastard, can you think of Ms. Sarah?" The old pirate scolded the questioning young man angrily. The other party was not angry, but only touched his right arm in a melancholy way.

There was a tattoo there, which cost him a fortune, a bust of a woman. Flaming red lips, red hair as attractive as a rose, and a deep arc on the plump and white chest.

"How I want to see her again..." The young man sighed.