Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

He Shenyan focused the magic on his eyes, and he could see clearly what it was from a distance - something that should never have appeared in this medieval magical world.

That's an airplane.

He Shenyan couldn't tell the model of it, but it was definitely not small. It spewed fire from its wings and looked like it was about to crash, but it was still some distance from the ground. But at this distance, the shadow cast by the plane covered the entire open space.

He estimated that if this thing completely hit the ground, then the Kyle Mohan he recovered yesterday would not want it.

"Okay... Geralt, you'd better take its heart and liver and stand next to me."

The witcher did as he was told, without asking why. Because that thing in the sky is beyond the scope of his knowledge.

He Shenyan removed the magic barrier, he pushed his hands up sharply, an invisible force stopped the plane in the air, and the mage slowly rose and came into the air. The smoke was billowing and he couldn't see the inside of the cabin with the naked eye, so he did a little trick to get him to see through - I know someone wants to learn that too.

But the strange thing happened here, the plane was empty.

He could see the luggage of the passengers, the food in the dining car, the towels and slippers in the cabinet, and even the coffee in the cockpit was still steaming, but the whole plane was empty.

"This is really a hell..." He muttered to himself, clenching his right hand, the ice froze the entire plane in an instant, and gradually dissipated after a minute. Since there is no one inside, he doesn't need to think about the safety of the passengers anymore. He Shenyan moved his finger, the door of the cabin was opened, and he walked in slowly.

He got into the plane and saw the USA Today newspaper, June 14, 2005, on the ground. The newspaper floated up and he saw the front page.

He Shenyan couldn't help showing a smile: "Ha, this is really fucking funny."

Front page news is a big green guy with a tank barrel in his hand, roaring into the sky. I don't know who took this photo, but it's really high-level and desperate. He Shenyan is very familiar with this green buddy - who the hell isn't this Hulk?

The problem is that the Hulk in his cognition did not appear in 2005, but in 2003.

"So... a parallel universe?"

"Tsk."

He smacked his lips and turned to the next page. Except for the criticism and criticism of Congress by those social commentators, it was the rise of various stocks, nothing new. When he saw Stark, he rolled his eyes unsurprisingly: "Well, Tony Stark. This bastard's company is really prospering."

Putting the newspaper on the seat next to him, he walked forward - and then something even more incredible happened to him.

On the seat in front of him, there is a newspaper, also USA Today, but dated November 13, 2010.

The headline is a photo of a man in gold and red armor flying in the night sky. The big bold font tells the question the editor wants to express: "Iron Man? Tony Stark? Savior or Destroyer?"

The subtitle won He Shenyan's heart: "How to believe that a playboy will change his mind and save the world?"

"Well, interesting." He scratched his chin and continued walking.

With every step he took, he found new newspapers, with the dates pushed further and further ahead, until the familiar year 2023, the year he made up his mind to leave.

The interesting thing about these newspapers is that He Shenyan knew the people they reported on, even including their faces, but there were problems with the timing. And in those things that happened, it seemed that his participation was missing.

"What is this? A newspaper that travels through time and space?"

He muttered to himself.

A voice took over his words in Chinese: "No, it's me who traveled through time and space."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows, he turned his head and saw a bald woman in a yellow robe. She's very pretty - not the 'I want to marry you' kind of pretty, but 'Come on, she's pretty like a goddess'.

It was also someone he knew very well—his teacher.

He Shenyan looked at her with complicated eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"

Gu Yi lowered her face deliberately, and she said, "Long time no see, long time no see again, but you didn't even want to call out the teacher?"

"...teacher."

"It's almost there."

Gu Yi said with a smile, she found a seat by the window and sat down, patted the seat next to her, and motioned for He Shenyan to go over and sit down too.

After he was seated, Gu Yi said, "Are you feeling confused? Are you full of question marks that you want to solve?"

"...Yes."

"That's right, you idiot. How dare you tear out half of your soul to assimilate the barriers of the world and travel through the world? You really don't take your own life seriously, and you scold Strange for following the rules? I Look at you, you are reckless to death!"

"..."

"Don't talk? Do you think I'll let you go if you don't talk? If you weren't lucky, I wouldn't be here talking to you now."

Gu Yi's tone suddenly softened, she patted He Shenyan on the shoulder and said softly: "I know you want to go home for a long time... But it's not something that can be solved overnight, you were too impulsive at that time. already."

"I know."

He Shenyan replied, looking up at the white ceiling of the cabin: "I just can't stand it anymore, teacher. I can't stay in a place where there are shadows of my world everywhere but not my world. It's more distressing than the exact opposite."

"I can't ask."

Gu touched his heart a little, and the plane suddenly disappeared, except for the two seats.

They were sitting in the air, and Gu Yi said, "You may have many questions, such as whether I am dead or not, such as why I can find you across the world, and such as what is this plane... and those newspapers. I want to ask You, do you really want to know?"

Looking at Gu Yi's green eyes, He Shenyan nodded.

"But I won't tell you."

Gu Yi showed a mischievous smile, and she laughed loudly: "You don't really think I'll tell you everything, do you? Find the answer yourself!"

She laughed for a while before stopping and said the last sentence: "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't..."

Then, she shattered and disappeared. Starting from her face, her body split into pieces after pieces, flying in the air like catkins, and finally gathered in He Shenyan's hands, forming a green gem and a note.

The note reads: Go to the White Tower Council.