Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

It's not even eleven o'clock, and generally speaking, at ten o'clock, people feel that it is still 'early morning', and once ten o'clock is passed, it is lunch time.

Of course, some people sleep until the afternoon and get up. But that's another story.

Picking a Saturday and then escaping early in the morning from his menopausal wife and two high school kids, middle-aged man John Tellison could swear to God that he had never seen such strange weather.

The fog was wafting out of the surrounding woods, and Van Colland Park was a very nice place, with a great view, for a family excursion—unless it was what it is now. The fog was so thick that it could even obscure the vision in front of him.

John let go of his rod with trembling hands. He was five paces away from the lake, but he could no longer see his rod and the lake.

"God **** it, what happened?"

With fingers shaking like a vibrator, he took out his phone from his trouser pocket, wanting to call the police or call anyone. This situation plunged him into a deep fear. People are always the most disturbed when faced with unknown circumstances. John Tellison is an ordinary person, and he cannot be exempted from it.

Just as he was about to call the police, a flash of light came from the center of the fog.

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Melo Yinsi's eyes turned silvery white, and the color was very similar to mercury, which was completely weird. He Shenyan put his hands behind his back and stood there leisurely. Out of respect for Seyani, he decided to listen to what Mellowins was going to say next.

"I ask you to help me, black-robed mage. Nymph, Melo Yinsi is willing to make a contract with you under the witness of the White Tower Council."

You shouldn't have brought the White Tower Council in, little girl.

He Shenyan's expression became a little more solemn - at least not as rambling as before. He narrowed his eyes and replied in a deep voice, "Let's talk."

Melo Yinsi did not speak, to be precise, what she was going to tell the mage was not in words. Discourse is one of the tools that people use to communicate with each other, and even the ladder of civilization progress. However, for a Nymph, not. They are creatures outside the world, and words are sometimes just a burden.

Water vapor rose from the lake, the mist was penetrated by sunlight, and flickering points of light peeled off the surface of the girl's skin. They rose little by little, mixed, and integrated by Melo Yinsi's mind, forming a water curtain. The sparkling waves, like the surface of a lake, turned into a mirror in the next instant.

It switches endlessly between the two materials.

"Please see..."

There was great pain in Melo Yinsi's voice. Her age was too big for a human being, but for Nymph, she was even a minor. He Shenyan didn't choose to help her sort out the magic of the riot, or let her stop. He did nothing.

Except watching from the sidelines.

Anyone who does anything has to bear the corresponding price, even him, there is no accident. The light curtain began to dim little by little, and a city began to emerge before him, welcoming the cry of the sky under the night. The seemingly never-ending torrential rain fell frantically from the sky, rumbled the ground and the roof.

A shadow jumped over it.

His pace was heavy, but it didn't seem to be because of the rain. Black shadows flew over those dripping beasts and gloomy eaves in the rainstorm, without any external force in the whole process. He ran and jumped like that until he came to a warehouse near the port.

Sombra cautiously stood above the warehouse to observe, however, a violent explosion suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, blowing Sombra alive into pieces. When it was dawn and the rainstorm stopped, all people could find at the scene were the fragments of his cloak.

The screen ends here.

"That's it? Another Gotham? A tragically dead Bruce Wayne? You just want to show me this?"

"Not only that..."

Melo Yinsi was almost crying. She raised her arms like those willing victims in the Bible. Blood poured out of her nose and mouth, and when it was about to fall on the lake, it turned into crystal water droplets and disappeared into it. As she mobilized her power more recklessly, the water curtain continued to fluctuate.

Batman's death is a node where the heroes of the world begin to die one after another. Everyone's death seems accidental.

The Flash, died of a heart spasm after a run.

Green Lantern, died of forgetting to carry the Green Lantern ring for a cordless bungee jump.

Cyborg, who died of a crash after browsing a virus on an unhealthy website.

Wonder Woman, wearing her bracelet upside down in a battle, after absorbing too much kinetic energy, she urged the bracelet to release the energy as usual, and then blew her face off.

As for the human god, the reason for his death was even more absurd and ridiculous.

He died in a car accident.

Yes - a car accident.

At the scene of the eucalyptus, a reporter named Clark Kent tried to save a little girl who was about to be hit by a van. uukanshu.com He flew to the middle of the road, pushed the girl away, and was smashed into pieces by the van.

The van belonged to the Lexluth Group, and it contained an entire carload of kryptonite.

And people didn't react to it, and after seven days, the whole world was destroyed together.

Facing their deaths, He Shenyan yawned.

"I'm starting to get bored, Meloines. Although their way of dying is really creative, if I knew who was behind it all, I would definitely shake hands with him - but I'm really running out of patience. already."

He raised his hand to grab a piece of mist and turned it into a sandwich.

From the taste to the ingredients, it is no different from a 70-year-old shop half a block away. Everything is just right. Compared with the picture that Melo Yinsi showed him, He Shenyan was more willing to finish the sandwich in his hand.

He Shenyan took a bite and felt the just right mix of sauces. The smell of smoked pork and cheese made him narrow his eyes. He smiled and said, "I'm not one to save other people's worlds at any cost, Meloines."

"So." He gestured with his free left hand. "If you want to negotiate a deal with me, you'd better put your chips on the table from now on, time waits for no one, young Nymph."

"Please save that world." Melo Yinsi gasped, she fell weakly on the lake, her figure was becoming more and more illusory. "In return, I will protect the world for you."

"Finally, it's time to talk about business." The mage smiled. "However, Miss Nymph, you better know what you're talking about."

Melo Yinsi raised her head and looked at him, only firmness flashed in her eyes: "I know what I'm talking about."