Sararans drank the sullen wine cup by glass, and Rip played with the glass in his hand, silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, Rip drank the wine and said in a firm tone, "We are real. ”

Without any explanation or analysis, Rip spoke his heart in the most straightforward language, in the firmest tone.

They are real.

Even though Rip had seen the comics that Gideon had searched for them on the Internet, the information about DC Comics, the actors who played their roles, and even those fans and sisters, Rip still believed in it.

Because of his memory of more than 20 years, the thrilling experience of each mission cannot be faked.

No one can deny his existence except himself.

But Rip's mouth cannon was obviously not as powerful as a guy with the surname Vortex, and Sara didn't even bother to throw a glance at Rip, still drinking to herself.

Salarath is a member of the Assassin League, a powerful and weak organization that may not be well known, but its internal training is brutally rigorous.

To become an Assassin, the first thing you need to have is a strong heart.

Never question yourself.

Salarans can change her mind on her own, but she certainly doesn't change because of others.

Rip wasn't surprised to see Sara unmoved, apparently he had expected it, smacked his lips and pushed the glass down the table to the bartender, Rip continued.

"One thing proves what I say."

Noticing that Sarah's eyelashes trembled slightly, Rip struck while the iron was hot, "It's not written in the comics, we can come to this world, the so-called real world, whether it's a comic or a TV series, there is no such story in it." ”

Listening to Rip's eloquent tone, Sara finally put down her glass.

"Maybe it's not drawn yet."

Sara turned her head and stared at Rip with a drunken gaze, snorting at him with a drunken look on her face, "Maybe it's the inspiration in the head of some creator god." ”

"What do you say? Captain.. ”

Rip sighed, "You're drunk, Miss Lance. He said.

"I'm not drunk." Sara shook her head.

Rip took Sarah's glass off, pulled out a few bills and slapped them on the bar, and said to Sarah, "Let's go." ”

Sara didn't refuse, but when Rip reached over and tried to support her, she shook it off vigorously, and the strong strength made Rip know in her heart that Sara was right, she wasn't really drunk, or rather... Too drunk.

Shaking off Rip, Sara picked up a large travel bag from the ground next to her, then craned her neck.

"What is this?" Looking at the black travel bag, Rip couldn't help but frown.

Time and space travel to this world, they don't have a mission, because they entered by mistake after the ship's destruction, and since they are now being targeted by the police, and this place is so special, then Rip naturally means that the less trouble the better.

If this big bag of stuff is all guns. They really don't need it.

"Comics." But in the face of Rip's doubts, Sarah's answer was very crisp.

But that made Rip even more speechless.

"Miss Lance, you know. We've got Gideon. ”

Gideon has downloaded all the comics on the internet, and inside the ship, they can flip through them at any time.

And Sarah's answer remained in her usual concise and clear style, "Collection." ”

"Okay." Rip shrugged, "Hey... ”

"Bang!"

The next time, before Rip's words were finished, there was a sudden explosion in the bar.

Rip instinctively bowed her head, and Sara almost pulled out her weapon.

"Someone is hurt!"

"Boss! What about the boss! ”

The crowd screamed and screamed, and the two of them quickly saw what was going on, when the big screen behind the bar stage suddenly exploded, and several record artists and bandmates were bleeding from the shards of the screen.

Other than that, there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Rip didn't know if it was another conspiracy to come at them, or if it was just an accident, but he knew it was not time to stay here for long.

"It's time for us to go." Rip whispered to Sarah.

Sarah's face was calm, as she said herself, she didn't mean to be drunk at all, of course, it was possible that she was drunk and was half awakened, she nodded, silently carrying her travel bag, and then followed closely behind Rip.

There were also a lot of flustered people who didn't want to get into trouble, and they were leaving the bar in the chaos, and the two of them mixed in there, but they didn't attract any attention.

But.. There are no absolutes in anything.

Because on the ground not far from the explosion of the big screen, a milky white transparent figure was slowly floating from the ground like a ghost, she was half standing on the ground, half buried in the ground, like a mermaid immersed in water, but this mermaid was more terrifying, she calmly stared at the most panicked position of the crowd, which was the direction where Rip and the two left.

。。。

At the same time, mirror the world.

"Strange! Don't run! Don't hide like a little bug! Dastan stood in the very center of New York and roared to the sky.

Circles of ripple-like things spread out along his voice, turning the entire sky red, like a river of red sand.

Covered in bruises again, Strange hid in a private house, gasping for breath.

Hearing Dastan's shout, he couldn't help but probe slightly, looking at Dastan's curiosity no less than Daenerys's appearance, and muttered very unceremoniously, "You're really embarrassed to say me. ”

Strange's whispers didn't end, and a sharp claw had stabbed through his chest, revealing it again.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, death befell Strange once more.

Much like when he first introduced Darstan into this mirror world, Strange is still in good spirits, and only a closer look reveals that his body has apparently blurred a lot.

His magic is running out, and he doesn't know how long it will last.

A green glow flashed weakly in his hand, and Strange sighed, "Come on. . . A few hundred times away, and you can win Dormammu. ”

Darstan was obviously too lazy to listen to Strange's last words, and with a shake of his sharp claws, Stranger's body was already torn to pieces in the air.

The next moment, time resets.

Once again, the two appeared in different corners of New York City.

。。。

Yi Huan and Mei Mi's meeting was not pleasant, and the second meeting between the two seemed to end in an unhappy part.

But Yi Huan didn't put this matter first, because even with the help of Miss Lucy, the magical intelligence, there were still many things that needed to be done by him.

Back in a villa in the city that Lucy had run herself, Yi Huan threw his coat to Alimond, who had been waiting here.

"Routine maintenance time." Yi Huan said.

"Yes, sir." Alimond hugged his clothes and retreated very respectfully.

What a wizard fears the most, sudden attack, assassination, the most terrible thing is not that there is no magic to deal with, but that there is no time to deal with it, even if the magic reaches the level of hustle, it is still unavoidable.

This is also a problem that everyone faces, unless they have the true sense of immortality and fearlessness, no one can maintain every moment of vigilance.

Faced with this problem, in addition to increasing her own ability and defense, Lucy gave the same plan as Yi Huan thought.

That's a defensive magic item.

Yi Huan once changed his wizard robe to a triggered magic item, iron armor charm, refraction charm, forced apparition transformation, and so on.

But now, as his strength increases, these little tricks are not enough to watch.

Lucy gave a more choice, or the magic of the new generation, using the silver tongue, Yi Huan referred to a variety of templates to finally make a set of clothes.

Reverse time, this is to deal with the rushers, although the speed of the hustle is also very fast, but it is still a little difficult to surpass the rushers who are the only specialty.

If you can't keep up, you can't keep up, and if you can't keep up with the pace of the speeder, then there is no difference between the speed of one meter per second and the speed of one hundred meters per second, and it is as slow as a turtle in the eyes of the speeder.

And around Yi Huan's clothes, anything that approaches quickly will be flipped and become extremely slow, how fast it will become as slow, on the contrary, if it is slow enough, it will make Yi Huan unable to react, but this is a bit difficult, because if the speed is too slow, he can dodge before approaching Yi Huan.

The flow of air, the moving cars, the walking and running of humans, and the fighting are all within the normal range, and do not trigger the reverse time, so they do not usually consume the magic of the hustle and bustle.

There's also space to be stable, and that's to prevent a certain Supreme Mage who likes to open the door randomly.

Super self-healing magic, able to quickly grow severed limbs and broken arms, and even fill wounds like plastic.

Magic Reserve, learning the lessons of people like Lucifer and Eve, who like to smoke blue and forbid demons, Yi Huan made his clothes into a large reserve.

Usually, his clothes will slowly absorb his magic power, but once he encounters the above situation, the magic power stored in the clothes can be used by Yi Huan, and even the soul energy that is very easy to consume on its own, Yi Huan has stuffed some of it.

And since the source of magic is clothes, if it's magic for Yi Huan, it's likely that you'll miss it.

There is also the realm of time, forced transfers, self-recycling, cleaning, and a whole host of impossible magic, all of which are slowly retold under the unremitting testing of Silvertongue.

And in order to make Silver Tongue successful, that is, more in line with the rationality of the story, Yi Huan had to sacrifice some other aspects.

For example, the appearance of clothes needs to be recharged with magic every day, there can only be one piece in this world, it can never be cleaned, and so on.

Fortunately, the story is in his own hands, so the sacrifice is all innocuous small details.

In terms of templates, Yi Huan refers more to the signature trench coat of Hell Detective Constantine, but it is different, so it looks a little dirty.

It's Constantine under DC Comics, not an old friend.

"So why would the cinematic world of Hell's Detective, Blade, or even Ghost Rider be with me? Shouldn't they just stay with the new humans? Yi Huan asked casually.

"The answer to this question may need to be found by the gentleman himself, of course, I suspect that it may be inseparable from the magic of angels and demons, only they can do this, or maybe there are secrets between the two worlds that we do not know."

If there is anyone else in this world who can keep up with the easy way of thinking, it is Lucy.

After all, once Lucy was born, the first thing she learned was the noisy memory meditation basin, his way of thinking.

After tossing his coat to the house-elf, Yi Huan rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and walked towards the wall as he summoned his shadow.

After Yi Huan left, the shadow portal was naturally closed, and almost all the valuable things found in these worlds were inside the portal, so it was natural to be careful.

Soon, the dark shadow resurfaced, and then formed a twisted gate on the wall.

The internal space of the villa is very small, and even for a villa, it is a little pitiful, but based on the requirement that Yi Huan cannot be too far from the goal, it is not easy to find such a satisfactory villa.

And the hustle and bustle doesn't need an internal area, and behind the shadow portal, there is a more spacious space than a villa.

Soon, Yi Huan disappeared into the shadows with Lucy, and calm returned to the villa, leaving only the door of the space still twisting and boiling on the walls, and Alimond alone.

The lonely Alimond raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, and the door of the villa slammed shut, and the complex locks closed on their own, leaving no gaps.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, Alimond took the magic iron in his hand and scalded the clothes in front of him over and over again.

It's just that when Yi Huan entered the space door, Alimond looked at Yi Huan, and the trace of worry in his eyes could show the heart of the house elf, which was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

。。。

Behind the space door, groups of minions are still busy, the basic transportation has been completed, but there is still a lot of work that needs them, even with the silver tongue, there are many things that cannot be done.

Seeing Yi Huan come back, the Minions put down what they were holding and let out a burst of cheers, and then continued to get busy.

Since Lucy's birth, the management of these creatures has been in her hands, and she is not worthy of the name of magical intelligence, and she manages them in an orderly manner, not only has the efficiency been improved, but even the Minions have become much less crazy.

Seeing the Minion under his feet carefully bypassing him, instead of crashing into it as recklessly as before, Yi Huan's mood was obviously much better, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and then he said, "Lu. ”

But before he could turn his head, he saw Lucy put her fingers together and put them on her forehead.

Yi Huan: ...

"You still have the ability to teleport. Or can brainwave communication? ”

This action is so classic, whether it is Professor X or Dragon Ball, it has appeared in it, but the position of the fingers of the two is slightly different.

"None of them." Lucy calmly took her hand off her forehead, and then said calmly, "I just think this action is more handsome." ”

Without waiting for a helpless expression to solidify on Yi Huan's face, Lucy spoke again, "Sir, I have found a very interesting piece of information that will surely be of great interest to you. ”

"What?"

"Not long ago, a large number of computing resources were called up on the Internet, and after my investigation, I found that they were used to collect all the works of Marvel Comics and DC Comics, as well as related information."

"Then I continued to track it down, and found that the other party is also an intelligent being, artificial intelligence, and it has its own name, called. . . Gideon. ”