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

"I learned some little magic from his memory, which can change my appearance."

"Oh." Strange still folded his arms, looking extraordinarily aloof, as if he had just teased Vivienne at the dinner table that the person who was going to marry him when he grew up was a fake.

Ciolo didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and continued to tidy up the sheets until the sheets were so smooth that no wrinkle could be found, then he straightened up and looked back at Strange.

His hair was thick and thick, but pitifully soft. When it was not taken care of, it hung limply on his forehead, with messy corners curled up.Strange was in a trance for a moment, thinking of the intern who was holding his resume and standing youthfully beside his desk.

At that time, Siouluo was only 20 years old, young and unbelievably beautiful.He also thinks that his platinum hair is too eye-catching and a bit frivolous, so he secretly dyed it into a popular dark brown.

But for this kind of mild-tempered person, Strange actually didn't like to provoke, because it was meaningless to provoke.

On the contrary, he likes to go head-to-head with some bad-tempered and proud people. Whenever he is so angry that he can't speak, he feels very satisfied.

He thought he was very interesting to Siouluo.

Although he didn't like the hospital giving him interns, he still taught him everything he could, and used the spirit of criticizing himself to criticize this talented young man, criticizing him bloody.

Today, when Catherine said that Sioro would secretly complain to his mother about him, he couldn't help but smile, and found it very cute.

But who knows that in just five years, Xi'ouluo has changed drastically, holding two small daggers to fight a group of sharp-toothed hunting dogs, his face still does not change.There seems to be a lot of responsibility on thin shoulders.

Older people especially like to look back on the past, and Strange found himself no exception today.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Sioro was looking at him, his eyes were moist and bright, as if even an ordinary stranger could get a friendly hug from him at any time.

Strange felt that if a person always has pure kindness and tenderness towards those around him and never wavers, then he is also quite strong in a certain way.

"I took this from the window." Strange took out the exquisite and ancient necklace from his pocket and hung it on his slender fingers. "It has the mark of Asgard on it, it was given to you by Thor." ?"

"You guessed wrong," Sioro stretched out his hand, carefully holding the necklace in his palm, "it's Loki."

Strange: "Unexpected."

Xi Ouluo found a small light brown paper bag from the drawer, gently put the necklace in it, sealed it, and stuffed it into the pocket of his clothes.

"Actually, Loki is not as bad as you think."

Strange suddenly got a little irritable: "You can say that to the victims of the Chitauri invasion of New York."

Sioro couldn't understand why he suddenly erected his spines like a hedgehog, but instead of getting angry, he thought about it seriously, "I'm sorry, I was a little selfish. Because I know Loki but I don't care about those victims. I am familiar with it, so I think so. If this sentence hurts you, I can apologize."

"You..." Strange didn't know what to think of, sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed Sioro's hair, "Aren't you going to be angry? You can't say that when I say these words 'None of your shit' tell me to fuck off?"

Siouluo was puzzled: "Why? Are you a masochist?"

Strange: "...Forget it."

Siouluo was puzzled by Strange's brain circuit.But it was already the time to rest at night, and he was not going to ask any more questions.

"The bathroom has also been cleaned. If you have any questions, please call me. I'll go and see Vivienne."

Strange didn't speak again until he turned and closed the door.

In fact, he knew Xi Ouluo's home address because he ran to the original hospital and looked through the files. Even he couldn't figure out why he did this.After all, after solving a certain crisis or villain, he would go back to Karma Taj, sit in the library, drink tea and read a book for entertainment.

But it was also because of looking through Xi Ouluo's files that he knew that the other party had lived in a mental hospital for so long.

It's amazing that this kid doesn't look crooked. Generally, this kind of background configuration is the villain's standard configuration.

Strange found himself distracted again.

After he reacted, he realized that he was already standing on the tiles in the bathroom, with a big lump of green toothpaste squeezed in his hand.

He glared at himself in the mirror annoyedly, turned on the faucet to rinse them all away, and couldn't help but reach out and smell them.

A mixed scent of lemon and grass, light and pleasant smell.

He had also smelled this smell on Siouluo.

Strange was even more annoyed.

Dating or not joking aside, he really felt like he was getting more than just friends, and it was kind of rotten.

He mechanically stuffed the toothbrush head into his mouth, and the fresh aroma took root in his soft mouth, making him toss and turn when he lay on the bed.

Strange is different from an innocent little virgin like Sioro.As a socially successful man who seems to have been labeled, he has been in love for many years and knows all too well how to flirt, how to date, and how to spend a night that satisfies both parties.

Then there is establishing a relationship, quarreling, reconciling, quarreling again, and breaking up.

The strange thing is that almost every time they broke up, the other party always yelled at him, "Find out, the world doesn't revolve around you, Strange!", and then walked away unbearably.

He knew he was arrogant, and he had long been used to this kind of scene.

But when facing Xi Ouluo, he never seemed to have made these mistakes, instead he naturally began to think about the other party.

He scratched his freshly blow-dried hair, and checked the screen of his phone.

It's already 10:30.

Only the light of the street lamp was on outside the window, and the thick snow turned into water, gurgling down from the heights, making a disturbing sound.

Strange turned over again and closed his eyes tightly.

And right next door, Xi Ouluo closed the fairy tale book, gently kissed the sleeping Vivienne on the cheek, and whispered: "Good night, my little girl."

He hugged the quilt prepared by Catherine, drew the light blue curtains, and lay on the sofa.

The sofa is very spacious after it is released, and it is actually not aggrieved at all when sleeping.

A night without dreams.

The next morning, he woke up early, made breakfast for everyone, and warmed up the milk.After tidying up the sofa, he turned to a new book just published by an authoritative history professor. Through the study of various historical materials, the book pointed out the various traces of mutants' participation in World War II and the Cold War, and used a very rational The tone of the voice predicts where these minority groups with great energy will go in the future.

The point of view is not optimistic.

Sioro had been very concerned about mutants a few years ago and had read a lot of papers about them.

Because when he was suffering from his own ability, he once fantasized that the famous Professor X would find him and help him, and even if he couldn't, he would send him to the door and find a companion.

It wasn't until later that he went to medical school and secretly did a genetic test for himself.

There is no X gene in his DNA.

Perhaps his mutation does not exist in the body, but in the soul.

Sioro's reading speed was very fast. By the time Strange packed himself up from the bedroom and walked out, he had already read the book to the last dozens of pages.

He stuffed the book back on the shelf and asked, "Breakfast is on the table, shall we eat together?"

Soon they are joined by Catherine and Vivienne.

It was a very pleasant breakfast, and when it was about to end, Catherine sent him to take Strange to the airport.

Although he knew that Strange didn't need to fly back, Sioro followed him out.

At 07:30 in the morning, the sky was clear and clear, but the hot air exhaled would still liquefy in the cold, turning into a cloud of white mist.

"Wait a minute," Sioro poked his head out, then ran back into the room to take out a new cashmere scarf, and handed it to Strange, "You use the new one first."

Strange took it and wrapped it around his neck: "Kama Taj's temperature is quite high."

Xi Ouluo was a little embarrassed: "I forgot this, or would you give it back to me?"

"No." Strange turned the soft scarf around again and buttoned it up. "I've got an idea of ​​a house in New York. The location is very good. It's impossible for me to live in Karma Taj all the time."

Xiouluo: "That's great, are you short of money?"

Strange: "...not lacking."

Looking at Sioro's sincere eyes, Strange said lightly, "Don't worry, I'm not too poor to eat."

Xi Ouluo nodded: "...Okay, I believe you."

A mage whose side job was catching ghosts and dealing with various magical events to earn extra money was silent for a few seconds, and then began to change the subject.

"I found a method that can help you control your own abilities. I just have time now. Do you want to try it?"

Xi Ouluo's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he nodded quickly.

Strange took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the photo album, and sent the pictures he took one by one in order.

"In an ancient book, I found some spells that can lock a person's soul in a certain material or other dimensions. This kind of spell was used to deal with defeated enemies and prisoners. It is not suitable for you. Improvement is needed. This method is essentially to increase the control of spirits, whether it is one's own or others. Hundreds of years ago, it was also known as an evil spell."

Seeing Sioro listening seriously, Strange was extremely satisfied.

"I extracted a small part of the mantra, which may help you temporarily. At the same time, I made a learning plan for tempering the soul, roughly divided into some steps. Your brain is not stupid, just understand it, don't be rigid Just follow my plan. One day, you can direct your soul as easily as you move your fingers, and all the problems on your body will be solved, but this is very difficult and requires long-term practice.”

Xi Ouluo turned on the phone and received the picture taken by Strange, feeling very grateful.

But following the rigorous spirit of a scientific worker, he couldn't help asking, "Have you tried that spell?"

Strange raised his hand, and took out a tattered tissue from his pocket—the kind that looked like he had just wiped the table.

"I locked Casillas' body and soul in the dimension of tissues."

Xi Ouluo was silent for a long time.

Strange frowned: "What's wrong?"

Siouluo shook his head: "It's okay, it's fine."

Carrying Iker Casillas with him is so perverted.