Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Indulge.

This kind of pure and delicious pure energy has never been seen since the last time I ate the protoss in one go. Easy to knock teeth. He ate happily, and the tentacles that spread out from the shadows under his feet grew a hundred times faster.

The power of this Sithone tasted like tender lamb, the kind that had just been scalded. He picked up a piece with chopsticks, dipped it, and put it in his mouth—the taste exploded on his taste buds, and he felt happy every minute, every second. Satisfied appetite always makes one feel good.

But Sithone was less happy.

The dark dimension is dependent on the special dimension formed by her. From a certain point of view, this is another form of her own existence. At this moment, she is undoubtedly feeling that she is being eaten by others little by little, and she has no power to fight back.

——Yes, she was horrified to find that she had nothing to do with He Shenyan.

She couldn't drive him out, and she couldn't stop his behavior. Any act of attacking him with dark energy is equivalent to sending meat to the mouth of the lion, which is useless, but will cause her to feel deeper pain. What made her even more unacceptable was that the mage even mocked her while eating.

"Next time you come to someone else's world, remember to find out the situation first, ma'am—oh, you probably won't have that chance."

"The hospitality is so plentiful, ma'am, I am somewhat embarrassed."

"Aren't you going to do something, ma'am? I'm about to eat you up."

ate up.

With three words, Sithone felt a great fear flowing upstream from her lungs that she had not used for tens of thousands of years. She hasn't needed to breathe since she won the war against her own kind, but now, she does.

The air was carefully created by He Shenyan and sent to Sishorn's lips. She took a deep breath, the pale face eased, the fear disappeared, and then the humiliation.

She changed from a god to a human, and her power was swallowed up by He Shenyan little by little. She needed air again, but there was no air in the dark dimension, and she couldn't survive - so.

then

So this man standing opposite her, with a smile on his face and red eyes shining, created something for her to live on.

Air.

He Shenyan opened his legs, as if he was on an outing. He took a step, and ripples appeared in the void. From the place where he settled down, the grass and trees began to spread, and the scene of a certain park began to spread out here.

Sishorn stood opposite him, defenseless and frail, no longer a god, but a fragile mortal.

"What the hell?" She trembled, tears soaking her eyelashes and slowly flowing from her eyes. "What is it?"

"Good question." The mage replied softly. "I also want to know."

He covered his mouth, arched his back, and made a strange sound in his throat. The dark powers churned in his belly, and his face became pale and bloodless. After a while, he stood up straight. Sishorn heard him breathe softly.

"It tastes good, thanks for the hospitality."

he said with a smile.

"Now, let's get down to business."

"What's the matter?"

The mage nodded sincerely: "Yes, business. For example, whether my friend does things for you or with you - this matter is very important to me, so I hope you must answer me honestly, otherwise I will You have to do something else.”

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Strange is still busy on the long beach of the sacrifice.

He was too busy to touch the ground—both adjective and metaphor. Because Strange was indeed floating, and indeed very busy.

He needs to set up a super-wide circle to disperse mortals, and he also needs to set up illusions to prevent what he will do later by satellites or fishermen at sea, and the citizens of Iceland. At the same time, he has to be busy dispersing the traces of the large-scale portals here.

Spells and spells will interfere with each other. He Shenyan never cares about this when casting spells. He always lets the next spell directly erase the traces of the previous spell, but Strange dare not do that. If the large-scale traces that exist here are not removed, it will seriously interfere with the stability of his spellcasting.

Considering his upcoming large spell, this step is a must. It's like cleaning a certain toy after playing with it, or brushing your teeth before going to bed.

However, the plans can't keep up with the changes. Just when he was busy arranging those cumbersome magic circles, leaving large tracts of magic trails in the air, He Shenyan suddenly appeared on this long beach. His face was terrifyingly pale, but there was a substantial flame burning in his two eyes, making his pupils seem to be throbbing magma.

Strange noticed the abnormality in him in an instant, however, before he could say anything, He Shenyan interrupted him with a strange tone.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to find Sithone?"

"I got it, and he said you're being watched by another Sithone right now - oh, I see."

Strange slapped himself on the forehead with an ugly face, and he scolded himself angrily: "I forgot that you already had a way to deal with Sithone and his dark dimension!"

"is her."

"what?"

"It's her, Strange. This Sithone I ate--wait, I've got to get the magic working, too much, this time."

He Shenyan raised his neck like a contestant after the Big Stomach King competition, as if he wanted to let the food in his throat run down.

Strange's expression became eccentric, and the horse-faced mage really wished there was a rewind button in his life at this time, so that he didn't have to look too surprised when he heard something incomprehensible.

"Phew, alright, anyway, things are almost clear. Wanda is crazy, but it's not. All in all, the story behind it is a bit complicated, but she should still be saved, Junior Brother."

"Aren't you going to explain to me what's going on with the female version of Sithone?"

"What? No, Strange."

He Shenyan looked at him with weird eyes: "You don't? I mean, you are engaged. Although Sishorn can become any style you like, tall, petite, even half-human and half-animal, he Either way. But at heart, he's still a man."

The mage even spread his hands as he spoke, ignoring Strange's eyes that wanted to beat him: "—Oh, or did I misunderstand?"

"What do you think?"

Strange squeezed these four words out of his teeth and opened the portal to return to the Holy of Holies.