Marvel: Ned the Mystic Mage

Back home, in order to express his apology to Huang Xiwen, Ned decided to personally cook an authentic scrambled egg with tomatoes for her.

Don't think too much, yes, Ned will only know this kind of food for his whole life.

"Oh, Ned."

Huang Xiwen looked helpless.

"Sit peacefully, my little cutie."

Ned pushed her down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and walked to the kitchen.

But they didn't notice that Huang Xiwen's pretty face turned red after he finished speaking, "What does Ned mean?" He can't be... He can't be... Oops! So shameful! ’

Huang Xiwen, who was so distraught, couldn't care less about what was being said on the TV. Instead, Ned, who had extraordinary hearing, vaguely heard that Norman Osborn died of a serious illness and Harry Osborn inherited his father's business empire.

"So, are your parents coming back soon?"

Ned asked smoothly while eating.

"Huh? Why?"

Huang Xiwen, who had already adjusted, asked doubtfully.

"Didn't you read the news? Just the news just now, Norman Osborn died, and his son succeeded him."

Ned looked at Huang Xiwen with the same confusion, she should know.

"oh oh."

Huang Xiwen nodded, and then said: "They won't come back, don't worry."

After speaking, Huang Xiwen stopped paying attention to Ned and concentrated on eating.

Seeing this, Ned didn't say anything more, picked up his chopsticks and started eating casually.

……

Late night

Ned once again put on the suit of mage robe, cape and mask, and Daredevil came to New York again.

"Hey, old guy, just take out your money and get out of here!"

At a certain intersection on a certain street, a bald black male robber armed with a knife stopped a well-dressed old lady and said viciously.

The robber's eyes were full of greed, and he thought to himself: 'Just by looking at this old guy's jewelry and dress, I know he must be a rich man. After tonight's incident, I'm afraid I can live a good life for a while! ’

Just as the robber was waiting to count the money, the old lady spoke up: "I've heard of you, a famous late-night gangster who robs both money and sex. You're nicknamed the Long-tongued Ghost. It's said that every lady you stop ends up... Your tongue will make you wonder whether you will live or die, right?"

"Since you've heard of my name, if you don't pay me quickly, I'll stab you to death!"

The long-tongued ghost said impatiently after hearing the old lady's words. At the same time, he also stretched the knife in his hand forward a little.

However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as his voice fell, the old lady across from him neatly tore off the windbreaker she was wrapped in to avoid the cold, revealing her empty, naked body. Screaming and shouting: "Then why don't you come quickly? I can't wait any longer!"

"Oops~"

The old lady gave a pretentious scream and threw herself into the arms of the long-tongued ghost.

As a result, the long-tongued ghost was also shocked by the situation in front of him. He had abused countless women, but this was the first time he encountered such a wild one. Moreover, he looked to be at least sixty years old. How could the upright and mature long-tongued ghost be willing to do so? from?

"Fuck! Damn Fuck!!"

The long-tongued ghost cursed angrily and turned around to run away. The old lady was still chasing after him and said: "Yes, yes, yes! Come on, you can defeat me! You can defeat me!"

After a while, the long-tongued ghost was young and strong after all, and the old lady's clothes made it difficult for her to run too far. She appeared on the road, so she was finally thrown away by the long-tongued ghost and could not be found again.

"hu~hu~"

The long-tongued ghost leaned on a big tree on the side of the road and panted heavily. He threw the knife aside and secretly said with hatred: "Damn old thing, you made me so tired, and now is not the best time for hunting." , even if you go back, you won’t gain much. ’

"Fuck Fuck!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the long-tongued ghost punched the tree next to him.

"Is that you? Fury?"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from beside the long-tongued ghost, which startled him.

"Wow!"

The long-tongued ghost exclaimed and turned around to look. As he turned around, his hand was already on his waist, where there was a pistol he used just in case.

"It's not Fury."

The long-tongued ghost's turn also allowed Ned to see his face clearly. Although it was equally dark, it was very different from Nick Fury's.

"Shet!! Daredevil!"

The long-tongued ghost recognized Ned instantly when he saw Ned's dress and mask of pain. He cursed angrily and quickly took out his gun to shoot.

"Well, actually I don't like that nickname very much."

As Ned's voice sounded, he also secretly cast a spell, releasing a powerful illusion through the Pain Mask and applying it to the long-tongued ghost.

"Bang bang bang!"

I saw the long-tongued ghost taking out his gun and shooting wildly at the big tree on the side. While pulling the trigger, he shouted: "Go to hell! Damn you bastard! I will kill you and become famous overnight!!!"

"Hey, did you miss it?"

After the long-tongued ghost finished shooting Ned, he quietly walked up behind him and poked his shoulder with his finger.

"Fake!!"

The long-tongued ghost turned around in horror and looked at Ned, who was intact, with a confused face.

"Fake, your sister!"

"boom!"

Ned directly backhanded a big mouth with magical power and knocked the long-tongued ghost unconscious.

Then he opened a portal with a skillful kick and kicked him to the door of the New York Police Department.

Of course, his body must have been searched before this to ensure that there would never be a dime in cash on him.

In addition, Ned also used magic to leave several large golden characters on his body: "Late Night Bandit, Long-tongued Ghost"

These big characters will disappear after the New York police take him into custody. Before that, they will remain on the body surface of the long-tongued ghost, which of course consumes Ned's mana.

But Ned is the direct disciple of Master Ancient One. When he returns this time, he is going to learn from her how to borrow energy from everywhere in an open and honest way. Will Ned still care about this little magic power?

"Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack..."

Just when Ned closed the portal and was about to find the next target, a strange laughter suddenly came from far away in the endless darkness.

Ned immediately turned around, his eyes fixed on the direction of the sound, and his own perception was maximized, ready to open the portal and escape at any time.

Ned thought it might be an accomplice of the man in black who came to avenge him, and he finally found him tonight.

After all, just by hearing that weird laugh, you knew that this must be the villain.

The reason why Ned was timid before fighting was because he knew his own strength, because he had killed the man in black robe.

In other words, although he killed the man in black robe opportunistically and his real strength was far inferior, in the eyes of others his strength should be above that of the man in black robe.

And if you dare to come to avenge him under such circumstances, the person who comes must be at least similar to the man in black robe.

Ned was no match for the man in black robes when he had both hands, and now he only had one hand left. If he didn't run away, would he be waiting to die?