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

"In the name of Vishanti the Immortal, the crimson shackles of Setorak bind them!"

Strange moved his hands back and forth, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and stared at the air in front of him.

But the crimson chain that should have appeared with the spell has not appeared for a long time, making the atmosphere a bit awkward.

Strange waved his hand and said the spell aloud again.

"In the name of Vishanti the Immortal, the crimson shackles of Setorak bind them!"

Still no response.

He helplessly stroked his mustache, which had already been trimmed so exquisitely by himself, and asked suspiciously: "Dear sweetheart, Vishanti? Are you at home?"

Modu rolled his eyes inconspicuously at his back, "You don't have respect for magic in your heart, and your beliefs are vacillating, so you can't guide magic energy like this."

Strange: "No, I think it might be because Vishanti is out visiting."

Mordo frowned and reprimanded severely: "Pay attention to your words, Strange."

Strange: "—Doctor."

The corner of Modu's mouth curled downwards, apparently very displeased with his attitude, he put his hands behind his back, turned and left: "I'll teach you the next one when you finish practicing this spell."

Strange said to his back: "Actually, I have already finished reading the Introduction to Magic, and I have also memorized the book "One Hundred Commonly Used Spells in Life."

Modu: "..."

It's so annoying this man.

As a result, Strange, who was not very pious, practiced hard for a day, and failed to cast any magic spells.

In the evening, after eating and drinking, Strange flipped through dozens of pages of the book in the bedroom and decided to go for a walk.

Karma Taj is an isolated, self-sufficient small mountain village.In addition to living in a group of metaphysics practitioners who chatter every day, there are also some local villagers who speak a strange language and work diligently under the sun every day.

Strange found Casillas in a high vegetable patch.

He was rolling his trouser legs, half-squatting on the soft soil and sowing seeds, and from time to time, he fiddled with the seedlings beside him. The twilight fell on the golden braid behind his head, and fell on the side of his deep and cold face. It seemed a little gentle.

"I thought mages didn't know how to farm."

Sioro turned around and waved to Strange, "This is not an ordinary plant, you can take a look."

Strange looked at the smile on the corner of his mouth, and somehow felt very familiar.

He didn't want to step into a muddy field that had just been watered at all, but after struggling for a few seconds, he raised his leg and walked over, holding his nose and standing aside, looking arrogant.

"Magic mushrooms," Xiouluo pointed to the fungus growing in a dark and humid corner not far away, and introduced, "After eating, you can see things at night."

"I'm planting potato seeds now. When they are ripe, I pick them off and take a bite to make my body gigantic, just like Pym particles, but it doesn't last long."

Strange was also intrigued by seeing Sioro's excited look.

He told himself that it was just to give the other party a face, not that he really wanted to know such boring things.He pointed to an unknown green plant a few meters away, and asked, "Then what's the use of this?"

Xi Ouluo grabbed a leaf and handed it to Strange: "Chewing it in your mouth can make you energetic for 48 hours without sleep."

Holding the crystal clear leaf, Strange gradually fell into deep thought.

Xi Ouluo filled the last pit with a small shovel, patted the dirt on his hands, stood up, and asked suddenly: "Magic is amazing, isn't it?"

"I heard from Modu that you encountered some difficulties in learning magic."

Strange stuffed the diamond-shaped leaves into his pocket and rubbed them, noncommittal: "It always takes some time to accept new things, and it's the same for everyone."

Sioro tried his best to search for useful memories in Casillas's mind, and after deliberating for a while, he slowly said: "Although magic is miraculous, it also has unbreakable laws when it operates. Mages can't create something out of nothing. We use ourselves as a medium to The energy around you is transmitted. The spell is just an aid to communicate the magical energy, but if your inner hesitation is greater than your determination, no matter how familiar the spell is, it will not have any effect."

In fact, Strange disliked being lectured the most.

But the tone of Xi'ouluo's eloquence was unexpectedly not annoying, and the tone, pause, and favorite words when speaking.

It reminded him of another person.

That person also spoke in such a gentle and gentle tone, as if he would never get angry, and he didn't seem to have any troubles, which was enviable.

The irritability, anxiety and desire in his heart made Strange abandon his high self-esteem and arrogance, and continued to ask: "There is nothing unstable in my heart. If I can heal my hands, I am willing to pay any price." .”

Sioro blew the remaining dust off his hands.

"Your diligence and hard work have been seen by all in recent days," Sioro took the opportunity to pat Strange on the shoulder, wiped his hands clean with his clothes, and said unhurriedly, "But you There is a very fatal trait, your ego is too big. It is difficult for a person who is proud and narcissistic to build faith, they are all ego believers at heart."

"Strange, your beliefs are unclear. It is difficult for you to let go of yourself and experience the world with a defenseless heart, and it is also difficult for you to use your body and soul as a medium to communicate with the power of Vishanti."

Strange lowered his head slightly to cover up the uncertain expression on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and involuntarily wanted to change the topic: "After all, I was an atheist a week ago, and I didn't even believe in God."

"It's you—" Strange took a step forward, turned sideways again, and looked at Sioro face to face, and asked lightly, "If you only saw me in magazines, Nobody is going to believe it, no matter how stupid they are.”

"Whatever you think," Sioro imitated Gu Yi's style of a master monk, looked straight into Strange's eyes without flinching, even reached out and patted his cheek lightly, and began to talk nonsense , "When you learn more profound magic, you will know that seeing his past and future from a person is as simple as making a sandwich."

Strange: "..."

Although Siouluo himself was very satisfied with his performance.

Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense, it depends on whether the momentum is enough and whether the other party can be bluffed.

He's hungry and ready to go back and make dinner.

Seeing the back of Siouluo going further and further away, Strange suddenly called out.

"Wait a moment!"

"what happened?"

A proud man with golden-green eyes stands in a rough farmland, with a bucket of manure that smells bad beside his left leg. He is wearing a crimson belt that is worn by every Kama Taj, and his gray hair on the sideburns makes him It looks a lot more vicissitudes than when he was young and vigorous.

But those eyes, which were always full of energy, fell silent.

It was as quiet as if it could fill the entire universe.

"I have an idea, can you help me?"

"You said that my beliefs are unclear, so I can't communicate with Vishanti."

"Throw me anywhere, snowy mountains, oceans, deserts, tropical rainforests... If I can't use magic to open the portal, I will die in a short time after leaving there."

Strange spread his hands, turned his head slightly, and smiled confidently, "If you can't succeed, you have to die."

He wanted to use the survival instinct of human beings to overcome his pride.

Xi Ouluo stopped in his tracks, put on the hanging ring, and silently drew a sparkling circle in the air.

The snow-capped mountains roared with overwhelming winds, and the cold and dry snow flakes swept towards their faces, like sharp bone scraping knives. The clothes of the two were bulging by the wind, and they rattled along with the whistling sound.

"You have ten minutes, Dr. Strange."

Under this severe cold, just 10 minutes can freeze a person to death.

The author has something to say:

*Vishanti, the trinity of demon gods, the magic supreme in the Marvel world, the general source of white magic, and the source of power for decent magicians.

It's dry, the author doesn't update the article I'm chasing.If she updates tomorrow, I'll be six days a week :)