[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

The main hall of Karma Taj is silent and empty, and there are deep-smelling incense on the table.

Lizzie took a sniff quietly, and felt that it was a bit similar to the smell on the cuffs of the ancient mage. It was different from the sweetness and fragrance of the fruit, but had a sense of sparseness close to the grass and trees.

Peace of mind.

It may be her own psychological effect. Lizzie felt that the place where she once had a big hole was a little itchy, similar to the feeling of new skin growing out.

In the temple, there are men and women with high buns reading books, wearing oriental robes; the books also look very old, and they shake their heads when they read them.

Master Gu Yi sat on an inconspicuous blanket, and used a utensil similar to a small spoon to transfer the tea into the teacup and stir it.

After stirring a glass, she handed it to Lizzie.

Lizzie took it flattered.She drank it a little too fast, but she didn't feel any taste.But a slightly bitter fragrance remained in the mouth.

She was very appreciative and showed a smiling face: "It's delicious."

The person sitting next to Mage Gu Yi took the teapot and poured her another cup.

She glanced at it: her skin was slightly dark, and her expression was a bit serious.Gu Yi introduced to her that this is a mage named Modu, who is also a baron.

The two of them nodded their heads and saluted, which was considered acquaintance.

Master Gu Yi signaled the students in the hall to leave, and everyone left in twos and threes, leaving only Gu Yi and Lizzie, sitting on their respective cushions, facing each other in the sun.

Gu Yi started teaching her.

She mentioned "mystical languages," or "spells," as they were called in ancient times, which were almost at the root of reality.

Lizzie half understood.

Before explaining the next noun, Lizzie couldn't help asking: "I've lost my spiritual ability now, is it possible to control the power of a mage to repair myself?"

She reached out to cover her beating heart.It is now pulsating and bouncing alive, like a normal human being.

——It seems that those red, blue, and white, everything related to the flames never existed, so naturally there is nothing lost.

Ancient One's voice is very gentle: "You are born with this power. It comes from another dimension and is not discovered in yourself. The body can be dried up, but the power is endless. They choose 'you' as a container, just like a river Finally, it will flow into the end of the foot of Shanze.”

Lizzie: "..."

Her eyes had turned into two coils of mosquito coils.The last time I was so ignorant was when I was in physics class, and I was so depressed that I wanted to bang my head against the wall.

At that time, Peter also taunted her with his "I know everything" smile.

There is no Peter now.Only the ethereal voice of the ancient mage echoed in my ears, far and near: "Following the guidance of the spell, we can create shields and weapons..."

She flicked her fingers in the air, sparks burst out from her fingertips, and the shape of the shield began to appear; when superimposed in another direction, the pattern of the shield became more and more complicated.

"Conceive every detail and project the images in your mind to your fingertips."

"--try it."

Lizzie swallowed, looking at her palms.They are white and clean, and they don't feel the nerves that transmit power working.

But Master Gu Yi spoke, and she had to listen.

She raised her hand up to the same position as Master Ancient One.

—It looks like the same thing.

With the incantations flowing out of Gu Yi's mouth, Lizzie tried to imagine her fingers as a piece of chalk, the kind that can write physics problems.

Ancient One Master's mysterious eyes stared at her.

Lizzie felt her wrists lighten, and sparks flashed from her fingers at the moment of shaking.

It's real sparks!

It's just that there's something wrong with their operation.They are not as smooth as those shown in the hands of the ancient master, but the more they are painted, the more stagnant and heavier the wrist is.

Casting a magic spell is like squeezing toothpaste.

She was nervous, "toothpaste" flew out of its shell, and drew a little bee in the air.

Lizzie and Ancient One: "..."

The little bee is golden, its wings and body are extremely fat, and it looks very nutritious.It flew for a while, and then disappeared, leaving a small tail of sparks.

Lizzie was flushed from her cheeks to her ears.

She wanted to bang her head on the mat.She would rather do physics problems!

Master Gu Yi didn't say much about her, and even praised her as "talented".

"Let's stop here today, let Modu take you to see the library and where you live."

……

Modu showed her around Karma Taj's library.There was a librarian named "Wang", with a medium build and oriental appearance, who looked very unhuman, as if he hadn't smiled in 800 years.

The place where they live is also extremely simple. In the words of the Orientals, they should "repair themselves" by living a "life like an ascetic monk".

There is only a small kerosene lamp and a bed in the room.The sky was gloomy, and fragmented reflections came in from the carved windows.

There was nothing wrong with Lizzie.

When she was away on business in Hydra, she often slept in the open air; with her brother, the conditions were naturally not good, and the slightly decent new home was bombed to pieces.

Although she had lived a rich life in the Avengers Building, she was still a bit of a bitter person in her bones.

After Modu left, she was the only one left in the room.

—perhaps more than one.

The Iron Man popped his head out of her pocket.

He yelled with power and joy, "You're back! Welcome back!"

A large area of ​​sunset light poured in from the windows, gorgeous and brilliant.They can't speak, so the puff's voice is extraordinarily loud.

Puff yelled three times.When he was about to yell for the fourth time, Lizzie put a finger over his mouth.

Her voice was soft: "Okay, Puff. If you shout again, it will disturb others to rest."

In the next room, there were sporadic yellow lights.The people inside may be reading or meditating.

Puff lowered his head sleepily: "Oh."

His depression didn't last long, and soon he was raising his head again, so much that Lizzie worried that his poorly glued head would snap off his body.

He spoke with a bit of a tongue (and sometimes even made typos), sounding childishly clumsy: "Apply to talk to the former owner! Apply to talk to the former owner!"

He urged repeatedly.

Before Lizzie had time to be surprised, she saw a blue light flash in his eyes, and the virtual screen unfolded from it and projected onto the wall.

However, the screen is empty.

Not knowing why, Lizzie held her breath.

There was a tremor on the screen, and suddenly it was overwhelming, filled with roses!

The flowers are full of colorful flowers, so enthusiastic that it is dazzling.The bright red danced and swayed in the wind.

But it is not the rose that ignites the pupil.Because the person behind the rose has already jumped out impatiently, revealing that handsome and gleaming face.

"Welcome home, baby."

Memories wash away from the mouth of the river.Like every love story ever made into a movie, the first scene of the story is Mister Iron Man with his arms outstretched, showing her the Avengers Tower—

"Welcome to your new home, baby."

A little bird that has been sleeping in the open has a nest.It was a fantastic start.

They swam down the gleaming river.Halfway through the story, there will always be a storm, so the little bird temporarily left her nest, but harvested the first bouquet of roses in her life.

The hero who gave the rose said again——

"Welcome home, baby."

The stories merge into a circle here, and fate seems to have never turned a corner.The happy ending is waving to them, sending stars and flowers to their eyes.

……

"...Baby, are you listening?"

Something went wrong, it was presumably a romantic comedy.Because the irony is that Mr. Iron Man is not like any traditional hero.

He muttered "bad signal" and threw the rose.

——Throw it on the sofa casually.

He said in a low voice, "Happy's idea is so bad, I actually listened to his advice and put on hair oil."

Apparently the male lead feels very corny.

Only then did Lizzie realize that his "sparkling" just now might just be an illusion caused by his hair.

His soft brown hair is now stiff and bristly.It's like stuffing two rockets.

She laughed exaggeratedly, laughing out tears.

"My dear!" Lizzie wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand. "Since when did you listen to other people's words when chasing girls?"

"It's different. You'll probably be the last girl I'll chase and the first girl I'll say 'welcome home'."

Lizzie is serious: "Take out the 'probably' and I'll be madly in love with you."

Tony answered almost instantly: "Okay, remove it."

After a while, he pretended not to care: "Now are you madly in love with me?"

Lizzie wanted to laugh again.

She said "yes" and "I love you so much" several times, almost indulgently.

Tony loves to hear it.He is like a bad boy who lacks love, hiding those precious love words in his wishing box with a bad face.

The hasp of the box was locked, and he immediately regained his sanity as light as a balloon.

He wrinkled his nose: "God, it's really disgusting."

—After all, you are dating a little girl.

He solemnly warned himself.He should have recognized the true meaning of the words "falling in love" long ago.

If Lizzie had known that he was thinking this way, she would have quarreled with him for three days and three nights, asking him to figure out who is the little kid in love.

And now, the "little girl" who knows nothing is still introducing him what he saw and heard today.She first showed him the furnishings of the room.

"I'm just saying these freaks are ridiculously poor—"

The poor conditions aroused strong dissatisfaction from Mr. Rich.He was as loud and fussy as any parent of a student asking to be moved, and it took Lizzie a good 10 minutes to calm him down.

Then she showed him the little spark of magic—

This time she failed to draw the bee.Bees that look like bees can only appear once in Lizzie's writing.

The "chalk" was still crooked, and she drew a mess of complicated lines.

Tony stared at the lump for a while.

Honestly he thought it kind of resembled Wade's face.You know, that avocado.

But Lizzie couldn't be that boring.So he hesitated again and again: "—Godzilla shit?"

In fact the monster's poop has more shape than it does.

Lizzie asked him in shock, "What's that?"

nothing.He made it up.

Then he saw his sweetheart touch her nose and tell him sheepishly "it's a rose".

Ah oh.

They fell into a brief silence.

Tony's face looked like he'd had too much chlorophyll juice.He tried to make himself appear frank and composed, and the praise was absolutely from the heart:

"...a stroke of genius."

He failed.He made the term sound more pejorative.

Lizzie was a little downcast, but she quickly pulled herself together:

"Did you know? Actually, my drawing skills are better than Bucky's."

"..."

looked at each other.Tony fell into an inextricable association, and the silence swept them again.

The author has something to say: Bucky and Lizzie's drawing skills... see Chapter 2orz

You see, even if they are separated, they will sweeten uncontrollably kkk

In the next chapter, the younger brother will come out.

[Time to roll call and send little red flowers]:

西柚橙扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-10-3023:25:02

读者“死不死”,灌溉营养液+12017-10-3113:47:06

读者“有一只豆喵”,灌溉营养液+42017-10-3014:41:25

读者“水蓝幽月”,灌溉营养液+102017-10-3012:54:50

[Kiss until deformed! ! 】