Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The bonfire burns slowly.

Countless stars were twinkling in the night sky above the small camp, looking down at the land. He also looked at the slowly burning bonfire in the camp and the men who were disposing of the corpses.

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

It has been almost a month since he came to this world. He was wandering in this cold jungle. He Shenyan could sense the human villages not far away, but he didn't want to disturb him. He was alone in the jungle.

He lived very comfortably, and did nothing else except find some monsters to study every day. The ugly and short monster in his hand was trembling at this time, its brain was exposed, and it even trembled slightly in the cold air.

Trembling. Its wrinkled skin had been peeled off, and it was wet and steaming. It was thrown casually on the table nearby. Although it was in terrible pain, it was unable to move, scream, or call out to its kin.

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

He Shenyan gently patted its bright red brain and got a violent tremor. If dozens of human bones hadn't been found under the bridge where these guys lived, maybe he wouldn't be so cruel. He treated inhumans

Racial attitudes have always been flexible and changeable.

These things have ugly and fierce faces, and most of them are very short. Their teeth are extremely sharp, and so are their claws. He Shenyan has no doubt that their dirty and smelly claws can disembowel those farmers with one blow. If there was only one of these things, it might be nothing.

Terrible. But the problem is, they live in groups.

So he conveniently helped the local residents. Anyway, he had already studied enough of the gryphon-like monsters in the past few days.

He Shenyan hummed a song, and a shining magic knife condensed in his hand, and he cut open the monster's brain lightly and accurately. It began to tremble violently, and the whole brain seemed to fly from between the half-open skull.

As if it came out, the eyes also popped out. The long and narrow tongue pulled out the big mouth, and he died in extreme pain. He Shenyan was unmoved, and he continued to dissect the corpse of the monster that had just died.

About half an hour later, he snapped his fingers. A curtain of water appeared out of thin air. He washed away the blood on his hands and cleaned up the messy workbench. He used his mental power to throw the body over and over several times.

One hundred meters. He was not interested in thinking about the fate of this monster. The animals in this jungle were not very friendly. In other words, those who could survive in such a bitter and cold place, whether they were humans or animals, should not be very friendly.

He walked slowly around the camp and began to think about whether he should harm the four stone-like monsters again tomorrow. They had simple intelligence and were already made suspicious by He Shenyan's sudden attacks from time to time. He

Although he didn't kill them, he was very keen on teaching them how to do simple arithmetic problems. These simple-minded creatures couldn't even speak long sentences, but he forced them to learn arithmetic, and they couldn't be beaten. He simply abandoned them.

That cave is gone.

He Shenyan laughed out loud when he thought of this. His weird sense of humor reminded him of a classic joke, but he didn't intend to tell it. After all, it's too sad for a person to tell jokes to himself.

Even if he is now trying to escape the pursuit of eternal heaven, it is the same.

The memories of those angels were a treasure to him. He would look through them when he had nothing to do, just like watching a long and stinky TV series with thousands of episodes. You could always find some new plots.

He had discovered three weeks ago that anyone who killed an angel would be branded - but he didn't notice it.

Or maybe it's because he didn't kill it, but ate it.

Getting back to the topic, just because he didn't check it out doesn't mean there really isn't one. He doesn't believe that he can kill twenty-five angels without restraint and then continue to run around among the stars. Sooner or later, Eternal Paradise will find him - well

, it will take tens of thousands of years.

It's funny to say that the twenty-five angels thought they had discovered an ownerless world, so they came together happily. This was not even an official mission. And because the distance they covered was too long, they were waiting for news of their deaths.

When transmitted back to the 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 simply thinks that he is on vacation, relaxing and studying these unique local monsters. There is never too much knowledge.

He Shenyan returned to the campfire, where there was a lounge chair. It was made of wood and had soft cushions and foot pads. You didn't even need to sit on it, you could tell it must be very comfortable just by looking at it.

He lay down and looked at the starry sky, while the bonfire beside him burned slowly and crackled.

It was truly an extremely quiet night. It would have been better if we ignored the noise coming from not far away.

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 holding torches chasing an old man in the jungle.

His hair and beard were all white, and he was holding a little girl in his arms. The girl was sleeping, and even being chased seemed unable to wake her up from her sleep. The old man was panting, and his lungs were protesting against him.

A burning feeling came from his body. His old buddy, who had been with him for an unknown amount of time, was protesting to him in this way: Old guy! Now is not the time to be young!

The old man ignored him and kept running. The speed was simply a miracle for an old man. None of the strong young men behind him could catch up with him. He could only be allowed to run around in the jungle, gradually

Lost trace.

The soaked old man sat down against a very thick tree. With his eyes closed and his chest heaving violently, he fumbled to place the girl in his arms on the grass aside. The weather in Kaedwen has always been known for its coldness, and even more so.

Not to mention running into the jungle in soaked single clothes late at night. But rather than his condition, the massacred villages and the people who had been chasing him for unknown reasons, he was more worried about this girl.

"Oh, kind Meliteri. I pray, if you are looking at me, if you can see this useless old man... please, shed your tears of pity so that this innocent child can go away safely.

Well..." He prayed to the goddess Meriteri, a loving goddess who protected the poor, homeless, children, and pregnant women. He had no choice but to pray to her.

It seemed that the gods had a vision and a miracle really happened.

Slowly walking out of the dark jungle in front of him was a man wearing a luxurious black robe. The slim-fitting robe was embroidered with gold thread, which highlighted his tall and tall figure. His black hair was draped behind his head, giving him an indescribable look.

The mysterious temperament of the words spread out with the pure white light group following him. Not to mention that face, the old man dared to swear by his own name, even when he was young and hanging around in the city, he never

I have never seen such a handsome man.

Compared with him, those bards who were robbed and quarreled by noble ladies were like bed bugs in the sewers.

He stared at the man blankly, forgetting to speak.