Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Get up." The man walked in slowly and spoke a language he was familiar with. The old man tried to stand up tremblingly, but his tired and aging body was obviously unable to do so. He could feel the vitality coming from him.

It slowly drains from the body and there is no other choice.

He grabbed the man's hand and tried hard to speak clearly. His eyes were getting darker and darker: "Please, sir...please take care of her, you will be richly rewarded...a long life...

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The old man breathed out with difficulty: "You can even live as long as me... As long as you take good care of her... Please..."

His head was tilted to one side, just looking at the sleeping girl, and he just lost his life.

He Shenyan was silent for a while, and black magic power emerged from under his feet. The soil flew up out of thin air, and a square grave was formed under the tree. He buried the old man in it and covered it with soil again.

If there is no tombstone, then let the big tree serve as his tombstone. He Shenyan left a magic mark on the trunk so that scavengers and monsters would not dig up the poor old man's body and eat it.

He walked in on the girl and observed her carefully.

She was wearing silk clothes, which were washed very clean. But the old man was just wearing a linen single clothes. His long silver-white hair was spread behind his head, forming an inexplicable harmony with the grass.

To be fair, she is very beautiful. She is a beauty, even to the most critical eyes, she is beautiful enough.

But this was not the reason for He Shenyan to observe her so carefully. The thin but very high-quality magic power formed a weak barrier on her body - indeed weak by He Shenyan's standards.

But that was enough to ensure that she would not be hurt by swords or even affected by low-level magic. He Shenyan pondered for a while. He did not choose to use his hands, but used magic to lift up a strand of the girl's hair, exposing her peak.

Ear.

"Some kind of high-level elf that can give people longevity...magic barrier...infancy? Interesting, very interesting. How could any race choose this way of growing up? Where are your parents, little guy?"

He picked up the girl with magic power and cast a protective spell on her. He took the girl into the jungle, and the light gradually disappeared into the darkness. The forest became silent again.

Early the next morning, the girl still showed no sign of waking up. She seemed unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, but the magic power in her body separated and wanted to enter He Shenyan's body. He was

When I was awakened by this polite interruption while meditating, I originally thought that someone was trying to invade my brain, but what I got was such a ridiculous conclusion.

It seems to be some kind of instinct of hers, which will give some magic power to the people who take care of her, so that they can live long and be disease-free.

"You also have an intelligent living shell...what kind of strange race are you?" He Shenyan stared at the girl with a complicated look at this time, but he did not intend to study her without her permission.

At that time, he would not try to study an intelligent creature.

"Well... do you want to eat?" He Shenyan pondered for a while. He used the bread-making technique to create a fragrant white bread, and used magic to bring it to the mouth of the girl who was sleeping soundly in the tent. She opened her mouth

The mouth starts chewing mechanically.

"..." He Shenyan had already begun to worry about whether he would have to change her diaper, but this worry about being rude was obviously unnecessary. What she ate soon turned into magic power.

, adding to the thin magic barrier in front of her body.

"Interesting, so interesting. Oh, I really hope you wake up soon." He Shenyan turned his head and no longer paid attention to this strange elf. He still had business to do.

Ten minutes later, he placed a newly made pot on the campfire.

He Shenyan excitedly took out a delicate vegetable from his magic backpack, and also took out some noodles, eggs, fresh meat and seasonings. He even took out a ceramic bowl and matching chopsticks. He

Skillfully, he took the bowl of noodles made by himself and started eating. After eating them all, he threw these things into the magic backpack. He touched his belly and sighed: "The craftsmanship has not deteriorated! It's very good."

Yes, his main business is to get himself a bowl of noodles - this strange pursuit has been complained about by Strange countless times in the past. As a powerful mage, how can you cook for yourself?

?', 'What will outsiders think of us if they see it?', 'You can't have a barbecue in the library of the Holy of Holies!'. His horse face will become longer at this time, He Shenyan has been saying

If you don't tell him, he will become even more ridiculous when he tries to keep a straight face.

It's as if he didn't yell for another bowl every time.

He Shenyan smiled, and the camp behind him gradually disappeared in a wave of magic power. The girl was held by him with magic power, and after casting an invisibility spell, she floated behind him. He slowly walked out of the jungle.

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He floated on the ground and left the jungle at a speed beyond ordinary people's understanding. Many farmers working in the fields witnessed this fleeting black shadow. Their fearful and vivid narrations successfully explained themselves

I won a few drinks in the tavern, and some even got the look of the waitress. But the legend among the countryside was eventually dropped after a few weeks. The farmers would see strange things every year.

Some of the things are true and some are false. But so what? They don't care at all.

It's just a conversation piece after dinner.

He Shenyan crossed the mountains, passed through the wilderness and several cities, and came to a small town by the sea. Most of the townspeople here are working as fishermen, relying on the mountains to eat and the sea to eat. It seems that this sentence

The words are universal no matter in the world. He walked among the crowd, and no one noticed this handsome man. He stepped on the dirty dirt ground, and in front of him was a hay trailer, its wheels leaving long marks on the ground.

Long marks. Noisy voices echoed in the town. The sea breeze blew from the port. He Shenyan could smell the stench of tar and cow urine. A woman selling vegetables stood on the street hawking.

It looks like a medieval town.

If you ignore the obvious magic fluctuations in this town.

His eyes turned to a tall tower not far away, which was made of flat-cut granite blocks with a toothed battlement at the top. It stood among scattered farmland and crooked thatched huts, independent of the center of the town.

"Yeah, rough, but very imaginative." He nodded and turned to look at a man riding a horse with two swords on his back. There was a donkey beside him, carrying a black cloth bag.

black blood stains on it.

He Shenyan noticed his unique pupils and smiled with interest.