Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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After a while, the two who had left the bed sat down in Gwen's dining room. The apartment she lives in is well decorated, with an open kitchen and a separate dining room. Sunlight poured in through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling on their faces and tables.

Gwen dresses casually, with a long blouse over her upper body, her white legs dangling under the chair, and pink fluffy slippers.

He Shenyan didn't wear his black robe for the first time. He was naked and wanted to drink a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. Gwen sat in the chair and looked at him with his face in his hands: "I don't have any wine here."

"Don't you drink?"

"Please, I'm still a college student! I don't participate in those parties, nor do I participate in any so-called 'fraternity', I have to concentrate on my studies, I have to concentrate on being a hero every day, and I have to be careful not to be discovered by my father. who is it......."

She uttered a long list of words in one breath, but the level of narcissism was no different from that of all Spider-Man.

He Shenyan raised a hand from behind the refrigerator door, signaling her to stop. Then I took out two cans of juice. Sitting across from Gwen, he opened the juice and took a sip, seemingly casually asking, "So, do you want to talk?"

"What are you talking about?" Gwen took the juice from him and took a sip.

He Shenyan didn't speak, just spread his hands.

silence.

It seemed that she couldn't stand being stared at by the mage. She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but you have to promise that you are not allowed to laugh at me when I say it."

"I try my best."

"Do you know spider silk?"

"Who?"

Gwen's toes slammed into the slippers, and her two white legs swayed: "Well, she... I met her once before, when facing Mo Lun. She and A special bond that Peter Parker has, the moment two people meet each other...anyway, you know."

As she spoke, she actually laughed out loud: "We all try to keep these two people from acting together. Every time they fight together, something goes wrong. They kissed each other and kissed each other. The picture is really funny. ."

He Shenyan tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers, indicating that he was listening.

"The reason is actually because the spider silk and that Peter's mutation came from the same spider, although I think it's incredible that there is such an attraction between the two of them. But who can explain the mutation?" Gwen shrugged. Shrug.

"As for me.... In my universe, Spider Silk is a villain. But my ability comes from her, so, can you understand?"

She didn't continue talking, and instead started looking at He Shenyan eagerly.

The mage sighed and said, "This can explain part of why you're so active - but it doesn't explain why I'm so addicted to it so easily."

"As much as I don't want to hurt your feelings, Gwen. I'm a mage. What mages hate and fear most is what they can't control, especially when this kind of inexplicable situation is usually considered a curse."

After listening to him, Gwen still looked calm. She even smiled.

"Of course, haven't you always been? Let me go on."

She took another sip of juice and said, "I saw you once—a long time ago."

"It wasn't long before I gained my abilities, and so should you. You looked much more immature then than you do now, and you even wore a white robe." She said as she fell into memories.

"Wait, how did you meet me? We're not a universe..."

Gwen stretched out his hand, covered his mouth, and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm just about to get to the point."

"Not long after I gained my ability, I inexplicably traveled through the world. Later I learned that it was the influence of the spider totem. The Spider-Man in this world should be Peter Parker, but something went wrong. He... ...became a lizard man."

Gwen said it lightly: "And I, became Spider-Man. The fact that the spider totem was scheduled went wrong, so it planned to come to me to see what the problem was - and it went wrong halfway."

"I was thrown into your world, where I lived for about half a year. It was in a town... You should remember that town."

Of course He Shenyan remembered it, he remembered it clearly. That was one of his few moments of failure, a total failure.

An extremely simple demon invasion event, the consequences are as follows: Castle Rock, the frontier land of Maine, a remote town, and all 378 residents of the town died.

Not even the soul is missing.

It also made He Shenyan step by step from a mage who still had naive fantasies about the world to the latter, the 'unspeakable black' who could laugh and unleash spells of mass destruction on the heads of aliens.

I have to admit that Leland Gaunt may not be doing very well in his own job, but in terms of impact on the world...he is the best in the devil. He directly led to He Shenyan's hatred of demons, and indirectly led to the destruction of hell.

"I didn't see you when I was at Castle Rock."

As he spoke, he picked up the juice and took a sip. It was cold, and the sweetness of chemicals could not soothe his heart at this time. He Shenyan could only try to calm himself down.

"Of course, that's because I wasn't there when it started happening." Gwen shrugged. "I felt that I had to spend the rest of my life in this similar but different world, so I thought, why don't I go to a university."

"I was very interested in music, so I left Castle Rock during that time, and when I came back from my studies... the town was gone, you stood in a sea of ​​fire, looking at people's faces blankly The corpses and the ruins burn slowly together."

He Shenyan sat in the chair and looked at her, expressionless, like a statue, and after a while, he closed his eyes.

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When a person is burned, there is no meat smell.

Instead, it emits a smell so bad that you won't even want to take a second breath of air like this.

He Shenyan was suffering from this smell. He stood in the ruins of the town, his hands were bleeding and one leg was broken. But still able to stand, beside him, three hundred and seventy-eight corpses were either lying on the ground or buried under the masonry.

They have only two things in common: one, they are both dead, and two, they are both on fire.

The flames burned He Shenyan's skin, and he could feel the burning pain. Not long ago, he was sweating profusely with a demon. But at this moment, the demon has disappeared. The sweat on his forehead also disappeared, leaving only a calm face without blood and tears.

"...Hoo." He laughed suddenly, his trembling hands stabilized, and he made several complicated gestures in an instant. A crimson chain stretched out from the void and was tied to a man in a suit.

He is very tall and very thin.

Generally speaking, when we describe a person as tall and thin, we will say that he is as thin as a bamboo pole.

But this man was different. He was abnormally thin and long, and the proportions of his body were seriously out of balance.

There was an undisguised malice in his lanky horse face that would horrify anyone at first glance—no position, nothing. You'll know right away that he's the devil.

He Shenyan turned around: "...Aren't you running yet?"

"Run? Why run?" the man asked back, his sharp teeth sticking out of his lips as he spoke. They are even creeping and growing slowly.

He laughed: "I haven't got what I deserve - Mr. He, the people in this town bought something from me, and they haven't paid for it yet!"

The young mage shook his head, and the blood on his white robe actually glistened in the flames. Fluctuating magic power swept across the ruins of the town, and the flames grew much taller out of thin air.

"I'm tired of talking to you about this," he said, and began to slowly approach the man. He held the end of the crimson chain in his hand, hissing like a red snake.

"I'll make it clear, Leland Gaunt." He Shenyan's face became hideous. At this moment, he looked more like a demon than a demon. "You're dead!"

"I really want to know, how are you going to kill me?"

Leland Gaunt swept away the crimson chains with ease, as if brushing the dust off his shoulders. He smiled slightly, his sharp teeth sticking out his lips again: "You can't beat me, Mage. The only reason why I won't kill you is because your teacher is Gu Yi. Understand?"

"You're nothing—you can't protect this town, you can't protect anyone." It laughed, shedding its human skin disguise. The twisted limbs stick out of the skin and dance wildly with the flames.

Its voice also became low and terrifying, with echoes: "Now, I will take their souls in your presence. Try to stop me, young mage."

Damn, the magic...it's on again.

He Shenyan clenched his back molars, not letting himself cry out in pain. Blood spilled from his tightly closed lips, and the crimson chains were countered.

The consequence of the counter-spell is that the magic in his body is running wildly at this time, just like ten speeding rampages riding the latest Harley to play drifting in your backyard.

He still has a chance, and he can still cast the last spell... But the consequences will be serious.

But no more serious than this - no more serious than sitting on their hands and watching their souls be taken away by this bastard.

"cough!"

He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground shaking.

Leland Gaunt walked past him smiling, greed and smugness on his ugly face.

He Shenyan stretched out his trembling hand. He broke off the index finger and **** of his right hand. After rotating them twice, he stuffed them into his mouth, intending to bite off the two fingers. But he was too tired and had little energy.

No way, he just lay on the ground like a dead dog, opened his chin, and put the **** of his right hand in. Use gravity and your own weight to crush those two fingers.

Afterwards, he picked up the severed index finger from his mouth with his left hand, dipped his own blood on the ground and began to draw a summoning circle. With the completion of the magic circle, the index finger gradually withered and disappeared.

So he stretched out his hand again and took out the **** that became **** after being soaked in blood in his mouth.

The high temperature of the flames and the stench of corpses, the sound of the demon's distant footsteps and the pleadings of those souls. His pain and his eyes that he could barely open, all these things put together, but made He Shenyan smile.

Stress doesn't drive people crazy sometimes.

His brushstrokes are very stable, and even if he is already confused, his hand is still firm to complete the task that the brain has given it.

This hand is not suitable for working in such an environment, it is suitable for the piano and cello, or the palace of painting full of high art, or sculpture. In short, not suitable for such an environment.

But its owner wanted to use it to hold one of his severed fingers and draw a summoning formation on the ground full of blood and dust. He just wanted to do it.

Leland Gaunt's light voice came from not far away: "I have to remind you - when you finish drawing the circle, I'm ready to go, Mage, you have to think of other tricks. Don't let me down. ."

He Shenyan stuck out his tongue and licked his **** lips. He bit the tip of his tongue with a grin and spat out a mouthful of blood, adding a touch of color to the magic circle on the ground: "Don't worry, you son of a bitch."

He slammed his left hand on the ground, and the next second, the magic circle drawn by blood suddenly lit up. They began to burn slowly, the intricate patterns rising from the ground. He Shenyan stretched out his still intact left hand and shouted at Leland Gaunt, "Hey!"

"Huh?" Leland Gaunt turned around. Seeing that the burning boiling blood was pouring into the Mage's left hand little by little, wriggling and crawling on his skin, spreading all the way to his face like a living creature.

"I said—" he said with a smile, and in an instant he was behind Leland Gaunt. "-You're dead!"

Leland Gaunt didn't have time to react, because the burning flames turned into the mage's accomplices at this time.

It was only at this time that he realized that he still underestimated this young mage. He had a premeditated plan - when the magic power swept around, he had secretly prepared a restraint spell.

It can only turn its head slowly at a relatively slow speed, watching the mage's hand covered with burning blood touch its own face. A sharp pain that penetrated deep into the soul came, and it began to scream, and the next second, a hand covered its mouth.

He Shenyan's grinning face appeared in front of it, with a weakness that could not be concealed: "Shh, don't be noisy, there are still many people sleeping here."

"Let's have a good talk, you bastard."

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"Have you finished watching the whole process?" He Shenyan asked.

"Almost.... Plus, you looked really handsome at the time." Gwen looked at him with a grin.

"..." He cut off the subject. "I've been in bed for two years behind me, torn between life and death. Leland Gaunt is right, if Gu Yi wasn't my teacher, I'd be dead."

"During that time, she was hanging on to my life."

He coughed and brought the topic back to the right track: "By the way, you haven't told me the reason."

"Oh! I almost forgot." Gwen coughed like him, as if she thought it was funny.

She went on: "After you... dismantled it that way and your soul was locked in place, you passed out. I was terrified and didn't know what to do. But I didn't want you to die, So I'm going to give you a set of first aid measures."

"That's when...I touched your blood, and then." She was silent for a while. "The spider totem reacted."

"what?"

"The spider totem reacted." Gwen closed his eyes and repeated. "It's like the relationship between spider silk and Peter. At that moment, there was an inexplicable attraction between me and you. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"It doesn't make sense." He Shenyan shook his head calmly.

"It doesn't make sense at all, I'm not part of Spider-Man, there's no reason for Spider-Totems to choose me. And you're talking about touching my blood....at that time, without my magic as a medium. They should It's just ordinary blood."

"I knew you would do this."

Gwen got up from the chair, the wide white shirt not completely covering her curves. Not to mention the faint scent on her body, He Shenyan tried his best to keep his face straight, he tried his best to get rid of the so-called influence from the 'spider totem', but to no avail.

Gwen wrapped around his back like an octopus, with her feet on his waist, and her arms around his neck.

She whispered in his ear: "For Spider Totem, it doesn't matter who you choose. It only cares whether the Spider-Man in the multiverse can develop better. I'm Spider-Man, you're not, this It doesn't matter."

Gwen took a step closer, her feet slowly descended, and He Shenyan's ears could feel the ambiguous heat exhaled between her words: "It just wants to expand Spider-Man's team... .Understand? Ah, I can't take it anymore."

"Remind me next time not to get so close to you, sir... I'm afraid I can't help but eat you up."

He Shenyan stood up, he carried Gwen on his back, and walked towards the bedroom expressionlessly: "You came over by yourself."

Gwen hung behind him and bit his ear with a smile: "Aren't you holding back?"

"....that's two different things."