Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"You...ate them?"

"Yes, is there anything difficult to understand? You don't know my race, right?" The fairy in the lake was a little strange. She explained: "I am one of the things in the other world, and most of my compatriots

We are different. I don’t like to eat you, but prefer to eat my own kind - don’t you know?"

Seeing the incomprehensible expression on He Shenyan's face, she sighed boredly: "I thought I was famous enough, but I didn't expect... Oh, forget it. Give way, little mage, I have something to do.

To do.”

She stretched out her slender and toned arms and pushed the mage away. She easily touched his collar through the constant protective spell on his body, leaving a wet mark. The goddess stretched her waist, feeling a certain softness.

The things kept shaking, and while she was stretching, the black objects on the island quickly disappeared.

She said sleepily: "When you are full, you will want to sleep... Well, why is it at night? Forget it."

The fairy in the lake snapped her fingers, and the bottom of her lake began to glow with fluorescent light. The thin mist came from nowhere, covering her naked body and acting as clothing. But it made her look even more tempting. Previously

The squirrels, deer, and birds hidden in the woods on the island also ran out. They guarded the goddess and sent her to the bottom of the lake.

At the last moment when she was about to fall asleep, the goddess turned her head and grabbed the mage's hand. Her hand was very soft, with a certain ambiguous temperature: "Hey, do you want to come together? This will be very interesting..."

He Shenyan, who realized that he was no match for her, licked his dry lips and refused calmly and rationally: "No, madam, although you are beautiful...but I have other things...wait a minute, I

I haven’t agreed yet——”

Before he could finish his words, the lake fairy giggled, pulled him into the quiet bottom of the lake, and gave him a deep kiss. He Shenyan was filled with questions that he could not release.

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Geralt's chest was pierced many times, but he still waved the holy sword with golden flames in his hand as if nothing was wrong, and kept fighting Will Kimmo.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but it seemed that as long as he held this sword, he could not be knocked down. Even if the dragon's leather armor was riddled with holes, the temperature of the flames on the blade illuminated the witcher's white hair.

His hair and face gave him endless courage - he roared angrily, and once again cut off Will Kimmo's head with a horizontal slash.

His head wrapped in black material fell to the ground, and he let out a weird laugh. Compared to human voices, his laughter at this time sounded more like some sharp noises. More like a monster than a human.

Will Zimmer said: "You can't defeat me, Geralt. I have a thousand souls inside me that suffer on my behalf... How are you going to kill a thousand people?"

Geralt turned a deaf ear and just held onto his sword.

Will Zimmer's head flew up out of thin air and returned to his neck. The monster said: "Look, old friend. Human identity is just a burden."

It opened its hands, opened its chest, and countless wailing illusory faces flashed through the dark place: "Look, this is what I got after giving up my human identity... How wonderful, isn't it? Just listen.

Their screams make me cum!"

Will Zimmer laughed crazily, and his right hand turned into a long tentacle and hit Geralt. The witcher dodged past, but the tentacle hit the floor tiles, and rocks flew

Splashing on him still made him feel a pain in the area where he was hit.

"You're already—crazy!" Geralt stepped forward again. At this time, he extremely regretted not bringing the magic potion. Even though the seal might not have an effect on this monster, he still had to try.

His risky move got him the punishment he deserved. Will Zimmer seized the opportunity and knocked him away with a horizontal stroke, and the sword fell to the ground. Geralt's face was clearly visible to the naked eye.

The speed became pale.

"Geralt, Geralt. My friend, you said this to me when we met seven years ago. At that time, I thought I was crazy, but now I find... I just choose

It's just a different way of living." Will Zimmer said with a smile, it stepped over the sword that was still burning with golden flames, and walked towards Geralt unhurriedly.

"You are too ignorant and too upright. As a demon hunter, you do have rare virtues... You are even better than many knights, but that just makes you worse in my eyes.

It's just more delicious." There was unabashed enthusiasm in its tone, and it was even trembling with excitement. The appetite and greed that was about to come out made Geralt feel sick.

"I can't wait, my friend. When I eat you... no, I'm going to eat half of you first. I'm going to savor every part of you... I'm going to take your bones.

Make it my collection, and you will always be with me. Of course...and your soul, your soul will survive indefinitely in my heart..."

"I will torture you all the time, make you scream...let you experience the true meaning of pain...it will definitely be very satisfying."

It stretched out its long, smooth and scarlet tongue and licked the Witcher's cheek - just when it was about to take the next step, its movements froze.

The black substance slowly disappeared, and it turned into him again. The smile on Will Kimmo's face froze, and he clasped his face as if he didn't believe it, so hard that blood even flowed out. He began to scream.

, sounded no different from the thousand souls screaming inside him: "No! No! Come back! How could you leave me! We are one! Come back! Take me away!"

"It seems -" Geralt stood up with difficulty and grinned: "-your friends have given up on you."

Will Zimmer didn't hear what he was saying at all. He just shouted and screamed crazily, trying to get those things back into his body again. But they had disappeared, along with the thousand poor people.

The soul disappeared together. Now the only one left here is Will Zimmer.

And humans...will die if they are killed.

Geralt picked up the sword that fell on the ground expressionlessly, and the flames illuminated the dark square. Will Zimmo looked at his shadow illuminated by the fire with trembling. On the ground in front of him, a tall

Shadow raised the blade in his hand and said, "Go to hell, Will Kimmo."