Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"If your son is a Kree, then we can start fighting directly now." He Shenyan said.

"Kree? No...he's not."

The huge planet named Ego thought for a while. Although the madness He Shenyan felt from his voice did not seem to be fake, he was very calm and restrained at this time.

He said slowly: "I understand, it is the work of the supreme wisdom...Thank you for avenging him, Master. I have seen the fate of the Kree people."

After saying this, he was about to leave. But He Shenyan said, "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter, Master?"

He Shenyan looked at Yi Ge. He keenly felt that this living planet must know something, but he had no time to ask him now. So he had to say: "It's okay."

Egg nodded, considering his size and the fact that he was just a planet. This action should have seemed funny, but his old face diluted this feeling. The huge amount of energy opened a channel, and Yi Ge

Ge disappeared in an instant. Before leaving, he opened his mouth wide and ate a few asteroids floating beside him.

The mage put down the question and moved on.

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Mark wakes up from a coma.

He touched his forehead, and his fingers were sticky. When he got closer, he realized that it was actually blood.

I'm bleeding?

He began to think about everything that had just happened.

He rushed out of the house with his guitar... There were many people on the street... They walked together towards the city hall... The police were also on the same line as them...

And then...then what?

What happened then?

He thought about it carefully, but he had no idea how he ended up lying in the ruins.

He touched his waist, and the gun was still there. Mark was in an unusually calm mood at this time. He was lying in the ruins, with burning pain all over his body.

Until a slight cry came from the right.

A man shouted: "Hey! Is anyone alive?"

The crying sound ignored him, it was childish, like a child's voice.

"Oh my god... what the hell is going on... Hey! Can anyone hear me?"

Mark listened to the child's cry. He coughed twice and spoke a weak voice in his dry throat: "Here!"

Fortunately, the man was relatively close to him. He heard footsteps, and the bricks covering his head were dug up with a shovel. A gray-faced man looked at him and said, "Brother, are you okay?"

"I don't know, man... but you better put me here first, I just heard a child crying."

The man wiped his face, took a deep breath, and said, "Do you know which direction it came from?"

"right."

"Okay, buddy, you stay here for a while, I'll go find the kid."

He left, and Mark lay there. He moved his body with difficulty, tested his hands and feet, and made sure they were still there. He breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought about his guitar.

Yes...my guitar.

He turned his head and looked around, but didn't see the old guitar. Mark was neither sad nor happy. An ugly smile appeared on his face that looked too old due to alcohol and drugs. No one knew what he was thinking.

What.

The man was still shouting loudly. He seemed to be able to hear the child's cry, and he followed the sound. Mark heard the sound of a shovel digging into the ruins, and the cry suddenly became clearer. The man's voice came

: "Oh my god...child, where are your parents? It's really a ghost..."

The sound of his footsteps and the child's sobbing gradually approached, and Mark saw him again. The man bent down, and he hammered the shovel in his hand and said, "It's a little girl, man. Things are really getting worse. Alas, let's not mention it."

That’s it. Are you okay?”

Mark said humorously: "I guess I'm just missing a guitar, but other than that everything's fine."

The man waved the shovel in his hand, and he shoveled away the debris that was on Mark one by one: "Oh! You are the guy who plays the guitar! I have to say, man, you play well."

"Ha!" Mark laughed, and he coughed twice. He said: "Thank you for the compliment, but I haven't touched that thing for a long time. Did you also come out after watching TV?"

"Yeah, man. We all do. I live with my three brothers and I was staying at home. But...you know, Captain America called! So we came out. Who knew we would encounter this

What's going on?" The man's voice was calm.

"Uh..." Mark was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to continue the topic. Fortunately, the man picked up the conversation himself.

"I didn't see my brothers fall there. Our family has always been very lucky. My father was still farming in the country after being shot four times. I believe they will be fine... Okay,

Dude, come on, give me your hand."

Mark raised his hand, and the man pulled him out of the ruins and helped him. Mark indicated that he could walk. He took a deep breath and saw the little girl lying on the ground beside him. She was no longer crying, but was trembling curiously.

He held his fingers and looked at the two men in front of him.

One has dark skin, wears glasses, and is covered in dust and dirt.

A man with a big belly, old, ugly and bald, wearing an old pair of suspenders.

She suddenly laughed.

The two looked at each other in confusion. Adults never understand what is going on in children's minds.

The man stretched out his hand and shook Mark's hand. His hand was strong, and the man introduced himself: "Dave Albins."

"Mark Rendell."

They said their names to each other and then fell silent. Mark looked around. It looked like a subway station, and not far away there was an overturned train with smoke and fire. The chandelier above his head flickered strongly.

Then, half of the stop sign was missing, leaving only half on a supporting pillar.

The girl stopped laughing again and continued to twitch her fingers. The sound of clicking her tongue was extremely clear.

"So, what do we do now?" Dave said.

"I don't know, buddy. I think we should keep looking to see if there are any other unlucky people here. As for this girl... let's take her with us."

"I think so, man." Dave nodded. He handed the shovel in his hand to Mark, bent down and picked up the little girl, and asked softly: "Hey, little guy, what's your name?"

She twirled her fingers, slurred her words, shook her blond ponytail, and said with a smile: "Alice!"

"Okay Alice, hello, my name is Dave...er, this is Mark."

They started walking on the ruins.