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He Shenyan didn't know how much trouble the Emperor had.

But he can guess -- well, anyone can guess.

For example, you are the most powerful psionicist in human history, and other strong people can treat you as a god, but you are actually not much different from a god. Just when you are about to complete your ideal, which is to let mankind rule the galaxy. More than half of your sons don't know what's going on.

They turned against the water.

And then you are sent a **** golden toilet by your favorite bald eldest son, the unification of the galaxy is out of the question, and your vast empire is crumbling all the time. You know, empires are dying slowly.

And you can't do anything about it.

He Shenyan just thinks about this matter and feels that his head is too big. If the Emperor is not crazy, it really means that this guy has a strong will - of course, I just say that, maybe he has already gone crazy?

Like I said, the mages don't know how much trouble the Emperor has. He wasn't interested in thinking about it either, he only knew that he had nothing to worry about right now.

On the contrary, he is very comfortable.

"Hey, Mage."

Well, a minute ago, he was comfortable.

He doesn't answer.

"Mage!"

Oh, little girl, can't you give me a break? The sun is so good, and it's rare for me to have nothing...  

"Mage! Mage! Mage! Mage!"

He Shenyan finally opened his eyes, maybe the expression on his face was too calm, and the girl didn't even react. She blinked, white hair scattered across her forehead, and beads of sweat ran down her cheeks.

"Okay, what's the matter, Miss Ciri?"

Ciri akimbo, looking at the mage lying on the ground solemnly: "You finally woke up! I thought you were dead!"

He Shenyan sat up, stretched out his hand, grabbed her head and rubbed it, and said bluntly, "Is that how your grandma taught you to deal with others? Huh? Little girl, you have to be polite!"

"I'm no longer a little girl!"

Ciri broke free from his confinement, not caring about her messed up hair, but caring about his age.

She stared at her and said angrily, "Grandma said that a girl is fifteen years old when she is an adult, and I have a few years left! I will be able to drink by then!"

He Shenyan looked at her strangely, for a long time, and sighed.

"Okay, Ciri, listen....although I don't really want to shatter a child's (mixed with Ciri's screams: I'm not a child!) dreams, but...I have to tell you something."

He said with a serious face, "Adulting doesn't mean good things start, Ciri. Adulthood means a lot of things, like you can stay up all night, you can choose your own path in life, you can drink, drink, and drown in alcohol. . But adulthood is never going to bring you good things."

His expression was so serious that Ciri fell silent. She looked at the mage timidly, feeling unfamiliar for the first time, even though she only saw him once in a year or two.

"But why?"

He Shenyan sighed again.

"Look, that's the problem, girl. I can't tell you too much at once, because your little head can't take it—so go get me a glass of wine in the castle cellar now, if you If it's fast enough, if it's still cold, I'll let you take a sip, how about it?"

"real?"

"When did I lie to you?"

"It's a word!"

After speaking, the girl swung away with the wooden sword in her hand.

Seeing this, Geralt, who was lying next to him, glanced at the mage strangely and said, "Do you know that you can't give such a young child a drink?"

"Geralt, we're laying on the walls of Kyle Morhen that I've repaired and enjoying our hard-earned sunbath, considering I've brought the warm weather here. So...  He Shenyan turned his head to look at him, his face expressionless: "You understand?"

The witcher said solemnly, "I mean, she can't drink it, you can give it to me."

The mage rolled his eyes: "You old alcoholic."

"I'm not old."

"Look at your white hair."

"Attack on looks is not an option."

"You didn't say that the last time you said I looked 'beautiful' in the tavern."

"That's how the bard's lyrics are sung, I'm just using it, you should go and trouble him."

"I don't know him well, Geralt. I'm not friends with him."

Their mutual loss didn't last long, at least not for Geralt to tell the mage joke he had been preparing for so long. Considering the presence of minors, he kept his mouth shut.

Ciri ran up the city wall panting, holding a bottle of cold beer, followed by a beautiful red-haired lady. As she ran, she shouted: "Mage! Mage!"

"Hmmmm, I heard you, you can stop shouting.... Seriously, the kids are so energetic."

He Shenyan stood up from his chair, not forgetting to complain to Geralt. He reached for the wine Ciri brought, opened the lid and took a sip.

Looking down, he saw the girl who was looking at him eagerly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ciri was blown up in an instant, not a metaphor, but a real — blown up. Her hair was flying, and the Master raised his eyebrows: "Hey, are you a cat?"

"Wine!" she screamed.

"Okay..." He Shenyan rolled his eyes and shoved the wine bottle into her mouth.

The red-haired lady who had been following Ciri caught a glimpse of this scene, and immediately ran up in three steps and two steps. She grabbed the wine bottle from Ciri's hand, and then shouted to He Shenyan. : "Mr. He! Even if you are a powerful mage, I can't sit back and watch you do such a thing!"

Geralt snickered: The fun is on.

"Uh, what's the matter?" He Shenyan shrugged and asked pretending not to know.

His reaction made the lady look like she was going to explode: "You—oh my God, Goddess Meritelli is on top, you don't have any self-awareness at all?! She's still a child! A child! What are you doing? Give her a drink! Yes, I know she's your accidental son, but you can't do that to her either!"

The mage tilted his head and gave Geralt a look, to the effect: don't you think about helping me? Your girlfriend looks **** off.

Geralt returned his helpless look: I miss it, man. But I'd rather see you being trained by her.

At this time, Ciri spoke, and she stepped on her feet to get the wine bottle in the red-haired lady's hand, jumping and saying, "I never knew wine was sweet!"

The red-haired lady was taken aback: "Sweet?"

Then, she picked up the glass and took a sip by herself. Her face with light freckles was quickly turning red, she covered her mouth embarrassedly, and returned the bottle to Ciri: "Sorry - really sorry, sorry! Mr. He, I don't know... .."

"It's okay, you're right." He Shenyan shrugged again. "Also, you're much more pleasing than the last one. At least you know what's right and what's wrong."

His pointed words made the red-haired lady frown: "The last one?"

She looked at Geralt: "What is the last one?"

The witcher, who was watching the fun and watching the fun, jumped up from his chair and said quickly, "Triss, don't listen to his nonsense - hey! Don't go!"

Triss walked to the stairs of the city wall, then pointed at Geralt unceremoniously, and said loudly: "You! Come to my room, we have business to talk about!"

He Shenyan patted Geralt's lower back with a bad smile, and said in a low voice, "Dude, if you're hungry at night, sneak out. I'll leave you something to eat in the kitchen."

Geralt gave him a stern look.

"What are they going to talk about in the room?"

Ciri asked while drinking the juice. The poor child still didn't know that she was drinking juice, He Shenyan gave her a pitying look, and decided to wait until she was an adult before telling her what wine tasted like: just treat it as a gift.

At that point, he'll be ready to see the look on her face with anticipation.

"What to talk about? Talk about a big thing that a child like you can't understand, understand? Now, get ready to call it a day!"

"knock off?"

"Yeah—sadly, your vacation is over, and it's time to send you back to your grandmother."

"Can you be two days late?"

He Shenyan looked down at Ciri: "When did you learn to bargain?"

"It's just two days late! I don't want to go back so early! Grandma will have to let me learn this and that again. I want to play with you!"

The mage scratched his cheek: "Well, I don't seem to play with you very much. Most of the time, you are there by yourself dancing the sword."

"Oops!" Seeing that he couldn't speak to him, Ciri became anxious. So she played a little girl's stunt: acting like a baby. While shaking the mage's arm, she shouted softly, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay..."

"If you shut up now, I'll let you go back after lunch tomorrow, how about that?"

"make a deal!"

Seeing her jumping and jumping away, He Shenyan sighed.

child, child.

He raised his right hand, and there was a small glass bottle at some point. A golden shard is slowly spinning in it. He Shenyan stared at the fragment for a long time, then smiled and shook his head.

I'm so lucky, and so are you.

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There are 10,000 things in the world that need to be solved by people, such as famine, plague, corrupt bureaucracy blah blah blah  …

However, there is only one thing left before Los Angeles resident Els Fernandez.

kind of urgent.

He just peeed his pants.

And it's in public. A **** lady with a pug is pulling out her phone, swiping her long-nailed finger across the phone, and then aiming at Els.

She didn't forget to add a snarky laughter when her phone clacked.

He knew what she was doing, shit, he knew exactly that.

If he had a gun in his hand now, he would have taken it out and shot and killed the mean watch who likes to laugh at people, but he didn't have a gun, and, even if he had, he wouldn't do it.

So he just ran away silently with his pants up.

Behind him, the culprit who caused him to pee his pants was walking slowly. The culprit obviously didn't realize what he had just done, he just ran on the bustling avenues of Los Angeles with a wild laugh. But why would he let Els Fernandez wet his pants?

the reason is simple.

He looked like a **** of a piece of rotten meat - pardon my translation, just had to.

His ribs were hollowed out, and his internal organs swayed between his lumbar spine and bones as he ran, but they were not knocked out. His eyelids were missing: missing means, either cut off or eaten by bugs. Considering his appearance, most people will choose the latter.

The same goes for lips, yellowed teeth with dirty stains reminiscent of something next to a toilet seat in a public toilet, or something in a range hood.

Anyway, he doesn't look like a good thing.

As for the man who was chasing him? Oh my gosh, she's so hot.

Okay, that might be disrespectful to a female superhero, but she's really hot.

She's wearing bodysuits, standard for superheroes. The black and white uniform is embellished with some pink as embellishment, and it also wears a hood, which adds a bit of mystery. Honestly, she's in really good shape.

She shouted, "Stop! Dead head! You **** bastard!"

While running, the guy taunted her: "Idiots will stop! And I was already dead, you cobweb head without common sense! I think you should go to Grave University to study!"

"I take the opposite view."

A voice came, and the dead man turned his head to see a black-robed mage floating in the air. Before he could mock this guy dressed as if he had come out of DND, he was pulverized by invisible mental tentacles.

"Hello, uh, if I remember correctly... your name is G—"

"Hello, hello, hello!" She hurried to the mage with her spider silk, covered his mouth, and whispered, "Don't! Just call me my code name!"

"woo woo woo woo?"

"what?"

The mage shook his head helplessly, snapped his fingers, and they were teleported to the top of a building. Gwen let go of his hand, and He Shenyan could make it clear: "You didn't tell me your superhero code name, Miss Gwen."

"Uh, don't I?"

"I'm pretty sure you didn't."

"Okay, ghost spider."

"Pfft."

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm not smiling."

"You obviously have it."

"You read it wrong, Miss Ghost Spider, I didn't laugh. Really." He Shenyan said with a straight face.

"...I'll just pretend you didn't laugh. How did you come to my world?"

"You wouldn't believe me when I said I was just wandering around—so I'll be honest, you're in trouble, Miss Gwynn. And I." He bowed pompously. "I'm not talented, there just happens to be a way to solve your problem."

"I'm not used to you." Gwen squatted at the corner of the building, posing in a classic Spider-Man pose. It's as if their cobweb heads are uncomfortable without this posture.

"Not used to it?"

"Yeah, the last time I saw you, you still looked like 'I'm the most dick' and 'I'm invincible'. It's cold and hard for anyone to speak." She put her hands on her thighs, He tilted his head and looked at He Shenyan.

"Well, frankly, Miss Gwynn. I heard you and that little friend say something about me last time. I guess it wasn't the first time we saw each other—certainly, for me, it was the first time. Second-rate."

His words made Gwen panic visibly, even through the mask, He Shenyan could feel it. He squinted close to Gwen and said softly, "When did you see me once?"

Gwen let out a long sound from his throat.

"Are you imitating the sound of a phone leaving the signal area?"

"No, no." She was back to normal. "Can we come to my house and talk? Seriously, it's not a good place to talk."

"Okay." He Shenyan nodded and stretched out his right hand to her: "Just think about—"

"—just think about my home, right? I know." She took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face, and smiled slyly.

"...It seems that you are really familiar with me, and I'm starting to get curious."

"Then you have to take it easy, man. Being curious about the opposite **** is the first step to falling."

"...What era are these lines from?"

"Don't you like it? I'll do something else."

With the sound of conversation, they gradually entered a portal.

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"...I have started to regret coming to your house~www.novelmt.com~ He Shenyan lay quietly on her bed, Gwen lay on his chest. She heard this and said dissatisfiedly: " That's not what you just said. "

"No... miss, what magic did you do to me?"

"Magic, isn't this magic?"

The mage looked puzzled: "If it weren't for magic, how could I have been absorbed in your mind by your beauty?"

"Oh! Shut up!" She giggled, dropping a kiss on the side of his face.

"Okay, let's get down to business, I don't really mind having a fight with you." Gwen tilted her head, trying to make herself look like she didn't care, but the mage saw that she cared terribly.

"Hey, it's nothing to me, well, that's it, you don't have to worry about it. I'm just under a lot of stress lately, and you happen to be within my 'hunting range', So I'll start."

She began to dance and explain, but she probably didn't know there was a saying that if you talk too much, you will lose it.

He Shenyan's eyes became weird. There was one sentence he didn't lie about - that glib sentence could be ignored, but he was sincere in the previous sentence.

This woman must have given him some magic, otherwise how could he find this woman so attractive?

He Shenyan hugged her gently: "I mean it, Ms. Gwen Stacy. You are really attractive to me - and I don't know why."

Gwen fell silent, and after a while she replied in a crying voice, "Did someone say you're really annoying sometimes?"

Holding her, the mage replied softly, "Many people have said it."