[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

Here is the ancient and glorious city of light, Kathmandu.

Suddenly coming from the familiar city of New York to the streets of a foreign country, Xi Ouluo was really at a loss for a while.

The moist and warm valley wind blows on his face, but it brings goosebumps all over his body. Although he has long been used to superpowers bringing him some "surprises" from time to time, it is the first time for him to come to this place full of religion. Old country vibe.

A graceful woman in a red and black sari walked past him gracefully, and she did not forget to bend down and hand the beggar a few shabby Nepalese rupees.And a monk in a dark yellow robe held a Buddhist bead, with a dark chest and a pious and calm face, walking towards the exquisite temple with carved beams and painted buildings not far away, chanting words in his mouth.

In front of the temple, there is a huge statue of God chiseled from black stone, standing on the side of the road. It steps on a demon, its eyes are wide open, its red eyebrows are like fire, and its six arms hold various weapons. The withered yellow human head and skeleton swayed gently with the wind, as if it would open the third eye on the forehead at any time, dancing the heavenly dance of creating and destroying the world amidst the flames and smoke.

Xi Ouluo let out a long sigh of relief, and took back his wandering eyes.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and carefully looked at the new body.

There are many calluses on these hands, but compared with Rumlow's spear calluses, one can tell that it is dry and strong caused by frequent labor, but unlike the monks and beggars on the road, the nails of these hands are round and properly trimmed, The crevices of the lines in the palm are also very clean.

Xi Ouluo randomly found a side of the street, lifted the hem of the crimson robe, and naturally sat cross-legged on the ground.He closed his eyes and took a slow and long breath, as if he had done this action countless times.

He was absorbing the memory of this body bit by bit.

The body, named Iker Casillas, was born in Nyhavn, Denmark.He once had a happy family, a loving wife and son.This memory is colorful in Casillas' brain. The Nordic beaches and blue sky, and the damp and cold air are so fresh and sweet. Women and children have beautiful black curly hair, and their bright eyes are full of joy when they look at him. Full of smiles that overflowed.

But life, old age, sickness and death are never forgiving. Casillas first lost his son, and then stayed with his wife in front of his hospital bed for a whole year until she also passed away.

Since then, Casillas has been in a daze for a while, drinking heavily all day long, and becoming a homeless tramp.He traveled all over the world, trying to find a way to resurrect his wife and son, but was disappointed again and again.

Until Mordo found him.

He said that it was Casillas' painful soul and amazing magical talent that attracted his attention and wanted to provide a salvation.

In this way, Casillas followed Modu into Kama Taj, and together with countless disciples followed the ancient master to practice magic, and became Modu's junior.

But the dead wife and son have always been the lingering ghosts in his heart. The broken soul cannot be healed by ethereal beliefs. Casillas' dissatisfaction with the ancient one is increasing day by day, and then it turns into a burning hatred in his chest.

He hoped that Ancient One could grant him the ancient secretary who could bring the dead back to life, but Ancient One told him that the dead had passed away, the world had its own laws of operation, and magic was not omnipotent.

——But Gu Yi himself was using secret techniques to draw power from the dark space, making his life last for hundreds of years.

A few days ago, Casillas, who went out to deal with the sudden magical incident in New Zealand, learned a secret from a magical creature from another dimension, so he set his sights on the ancient magic book that only the ancient one could read "The Book of Cagliostro", and secretly decided to betray the teacher.

Amid the hustle and bustle of voices, Xiouluo slowly opened his eyes.

It was a New York afternoon and Kathmandu morning, and he sighed, thinking, What the hell is going on.

Casillas's obsession is too vivid, and the picture of his wife and son getting along warmly together can't stop appearing in Xi'ouluo's mind.

It's just that the two of them lost their faces and turned into rotten dirty skeletons. From time to time, they stared at him with big empty black eyes, and asked Casillas why he didn't save them with hatred.

Who can handle this?

This old man was probably driven crazy like this.

Xi Ouluo has seen too much love and hate, and watched too many other people's lives.As a biological scientist, he understands that a person's personality is influenced by both genetics and living environment. Whether a person is positive or pessimistic, extroverted or introverted is often determined from the time he is born.

Just like Rumlow was born in a slum where gangs were rampant and gun battles continued, he probably wouldn't look like Tony Stark.

It is not difficult to change the inertia of life, but it is too painful for a lonely and paranoid human individual like Casillas.

Ciolo rubbed his empty stomach, and decided to go back to Karma Taj first, to prevent Casillas who penetrated his body from running to steal the "Book of Cagliostro", and at the same time, see if he can Secretly remind Master Ancient One.

Unlike Casillas, he has not suffered any harm in his life, and he has his own career early. In his heart, he still puts himself and the superhero who protects the earth and ordinary people together.

Siouluo stood up, patted the dust on the worn-out robe, chanted a few spells silently, and began to imagine Kama Taj in his mind.

——According to Casillas' memory, this can open a space portal and pack himself through.

Tiny sparks burst out in the air, bouncing a few times weakly.

Then it flickered off again.

Xi Ouluo looked down at the palm of his hand: "..."

He closed his eyes to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, raised his hand in the air, and repeated it solemnly.

This time, the little sparks danced a little longer, but the familiar circle still did not appear in the air.

Xi Ouluo looked at his clean fingers, and then realized that he did not wear a hanging ring.

The hanging ring is an important tool for mages and magic practitioners. It can help the mage outline the magic circle and open the channel of the dimensional space. For most mages who have not reached the master level, they cannot cast spells without the hanging ring.

He didn't know the level of Casillas, but he knew that he was a magic idiot who didn't understand anything, so things became embarrassing.

"Alas," Xiouluo searched all over his body, but he didn't find the crucial hanging ring, nor did he find half a coin or any banknotes.

He had no choice but to put on the red hood and try to find the entrance to Karma Taj along the road that Casillas remembered.

But the memory is really a bit blurry. Casillas has been devoting himself to practice since he entered Karma Taj. He rarely looks for people in need of help on the street like Modu, and rarely goes out in his free time like others Wandering around, coupled with the fact that you can open any door at will, let alone which door in Kathmandu you can knock on to lead to Karma Taj.

From early morning to noon, I passed the famous Durbar Square and saw the rickshaws on the street.

Finally, Sioro found himself completely lost.

But fortunately, this body is very strong, and it is not a serious problem to be hungry for half a day.

Really tired from walking, he lifted up his robe and sat shoulder to shoulder with a down-and-out beggar on the street, hoping that someone would pass by and give him some money while giving alms to the beggar, so that he could buy something to satisfy his hungry stomach belly.

The motionless beggar buddy was leaning against a window facing the street, with deep eyes, staring motionlessly at the closed gate on the right side of his body.

Siouluo glanced at him indifferently.

After a few seconds, he felt something was wrong.

Why is the beggar wearing a watch that looks expensive?

Xi Ouluo turned his head and began to look carefully.

TAG Heuer’s Monaco series has a square case, a dark blue dial, and fiery red hands that are very flamboyant. The famous tough guy Hollywood star Steve McQueen in the 70s and [-]s once wore this watch in the racing movie "Le Mans". , Since then, this watch has appeared on the wrists of celebrities from all walks of life from time to time.

In fact, Xi Ouluo didn't know much about these expensive watches. The reason why he knew this watch very well was that there was once a person who showed off his collection in front of him quietly.

That person also specifically emphasized that his collection is not a replica of the Monaco series, but an old watch handed down from the same batch as the watch worn by Steve McQueen.

that person……

Siouluo leaned over and took a closer look at the beggar's face hidden behind the messy beard and dirt.

His cheeks were sunken, the bridge of his nose was straight, and there were a few locks of gray-white hair hanging down embarrassingly at the sideburns, and the lower half of his face was hidden in a beard that hadn't been shaved in months.

Only those eyes let Sioro recognize him at once.

——The pupils are narrow and narrow, full of sharp aggression, and at the same time, there is a kind of wisdom and rationality that penetrates the surface of things.His iris is green at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he finds that the color on it changes with the shift of the light. Gold, green, gray, and blue are randomly scattered in it, which looks like a nascent starry sky of the universe. Fantastic and profound.

Xi Ouluo, who has deep research on the cornea/membrane, knows that this is actually a rare disease, heterochromia iris.

He patted him on the shoulder in disbelief.

"Stephen? Why are you here?"

The dejected Strange slowly looked at Sioro with a disheveled face.It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the shock of being thrown out of the door for speaking rudely to the Ancient One after he had just seen the magical world of magic.

But years of instinct made Strange say in a trance: "Call me Dr. Strange."

Sioro: "Oh."

What is this all about.

The author has something to say:

Benny's eyes are really like that, I didn't write Mary Sue with colorful pupils on purpose, alas.