Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

To be honest, Guilliman only felt that he had been extremely unlucky recently.

He originally wanted to chase him out and explain to the Khan, but he realized that doing so would be no different than admitting directly.

So he had no choice but to stand there and glare at Yin Fuleni - his appearance earned a smile from the latter.

"What's wrong?"

Yinfrene seemed to know what she was asking, and even took a step forward. She was not afraid of Guilliman's glare.

However, His Royal Highness the Regent was not alone, and he quickly thought of a suitable reason. He also took a step forward and shouted sternly: "Why are you still on my boat?"

Yin Freni's expression became weird: "...Robert, even for you, this reason is a bit too lame."

Little Horus on the side looked at the two of them with an expression as if he were watching a play. He watched with great interest and didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

"...What are you talking about?"

Guilliman frowned. At this time, he had actually remembered that he had asked Yin Frené to stay on the ship. However, in order to quickly escape from this embarrassing situation that was rare in his life, he still hesitated to postpone the topic.

But, the Eldar are all born actors, let alone Yin Freni?

She raised her arms weakly and covered her mouth: "Oh, I understand, Robert... you are trying to drive me away, right?"

Guilliman's face twitched, and little Horus watched with even greater interest - it was foreseeable that if this farce wanted to end quickly, it would definitely not go according to Guilliman's ideas.

An iron hand wearing armor stretched out from outside the corridor and patted little Horus on the shoulder. He turned around and found that it was the man who had been sitting in Guilliman's office before, which made him feel strangely familiar.

man.

"Come with me...what's your name?"

"Horus. Horus Luperkar."

The name he blurted out without hesitation made Jaghatai Khan's expression change slightly, but he still maintained his calmness, but Guilliman's next words broke this calmness.

"——I can't possibly have any substantive relationship with you!"

His Royal Highness the Regent's emotional control was obviously out of control, and even his face turned red. Khan raised his eyebrows and touched his long beard. He was not that crow or that bat. Why did Guilliman

Maybe you can't detect his approach?

Obviously, this sentence was meant for myself.

Jaghatai Khan was originally too lazy to take care of this matter, but since Guilliman cared so much, he wanted to get involved-Khan showed a rare smile, stroked his long beard, and spoke with heavy words

bomb.

"Guilliman, my brother, if you want to forcefully marry this Eldar lady, I don't think anyone in the empire will object."

Yin Fryne immediately turned back to look at him, her eyes filled with brilliance. Guilliman winked at Khan crazily. Khan, who was very good at observing words and expressions, naturally knew what he was expressing.

‘What are you doing?! I didn’t mean that! You should help me, brother, why are you pushing things in that direction?!’

The more he behaved like this, the more interested Chagatai Khan became.

After being freed from the galloping that lasted for ten thousand years, he didn't mind some light-hearted jokes as a break. It happened to be ready-made right in front of him.

Khan coughed slightly and continued: "As the saying goes, people will only take action on things they care about. Brother, your acting skills are too rough compared to your political talent. It is simply inferior."

"I feel the same way... Robert, your acting skills are so disappointing. Why don't you admit it?"

Yin Frené turned around, her ponytail just brushing Guilliman's chin - her eyes were as hot as fire, but her tone was as gentle as the wind: "Admit it, Robb... in such a universe

, it’s not easy to meet the right person.”

A narrow smile appeared on the corner of the Khan's mouth. With great success, he patted the attentive little Horus: "Come on... Horus, I have something to say to you."

"By the way, I haven't told you yet."

He lowered his head and solemnly said to Horus with Chogorian courtesy: "My name is Jaghatai, also known as War Eagle. I am a khan."

"Khan? What does that mean?"

"That is an ancient title, a title given only to strong, wise and brave people."

"Can I also be such a person?" Little Horus raised his head and asked innocently.

"…you were."

Khan laughed dumbly: "But whether you are now or not remains to be seen."

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He Shenyan felt quite complicated at this time.

To put it bluntly, he felt that he was unclean - but on the other hand, the special power of Slaanesh was running rampant in his body. Regardless of whether her kiss was sincere or not, the consequences were the same.

The bomb detonated in the powder magazine at that moment.

With a sullen face, if given a choice, He Shenyan would definitely choose to go back to the time before to avoid that damn kiss.

However, what happened has happened, and no one can reverse it. The same is true for the mage. If he had his way, he wouldn't be disgusted here.

The more important point is that Slaanesh has not left.

She laughed playfully, and the pink-purple light penetrated through the curtain composed of blood and corpses. The Lord of Joy looked directly at He Shenyan with her eyes, without stopping for a moment, with naked desire in her eyes.

.

Can He Shenyan bear it?

Of course he couldn't help it.

The mage's right hand clenched into a fist - he whispered: "You..."

"Huh? My dear, what did you say?" Slaanesh asked with a smile.

He Shenyan could glimpse the shape of her eyes from the curtain. It was just a pair of eyes, which was enough to make people marvel at their flawlessness. From any angle, those eyes were so beautiful and contained a captivating charm.

The light of the soul.

The love overflowed in it, almost making the netdao tremble.

He Shenyan's throat rolled up and down twice, but the words he spoke were not what Slaanesh wanted to hear, but a curse word filled with disgust and anger.

"Look at your mother! Damn it!"

He cursed without any quality, and already had a compound psychic bomb in his hand. As long as Slaanesh said a word, he would immediately throw the bomb into the blood curtain - but the Lord of Joy obviously understood

What is enough?

She reluctantly blinked at the mage through the curtain: "Don't forget me, my dear. Ah, I will miss you... It's so unforgettable, the way you wave your sword,

With such an angry look, I almost want to——"

She let out a high-pitched scream, and the curtain disappeared in a wave of waves. The blood no longer boiled, and the broken corpse fell down, leaving the mage standing alone in the webway, his face ashen.