Beauty Spreads All over the World

Looking at the group of mage apprentices in a deep voice, he said, "As for you, this is the last warning. If you dare to jump, I will set off fireworks on them all. You can try it if you don't believe me."

Seeing the group of sorcerer apprentices enter the state of suspended animation again, Mick continued to stimulate them even more, and said with a cold disdainful smile: "A group of people who don't know the so-called, who gave you the courage to think that I am a very democratic person. "

"..." Everyone!

quite a while.

Mick glanced at Stephen, who was wasting half a day even using the portal, and wondered in his heart, is it because the timeline of the original book has not yet reached, so Stephen's top-up talent has not yet arrived?

then.

After thinking about it, Mick said in a deep voice to Kar Modu, who was standing in the field and didn't know what to think: "Since you want this position so much, I can give you a chance."

"Mick..." Wang next to him was excited.

Mick stopped the king with his eyes, and then said to Stephen and Car Modu: "I can give you a chance to compete with each other, and swear by the Supreme Ring in my hand."

"What opportunity?" Car Modo asked without hesitation.

Although Stephen didn't speak, he looked at Mick.

Although Stephen was somewhat resistant to taking over the important task given by the ancient master, it was just resistance.

Things are different now.

Whether I want to take over or not is my business, and it's the same thing if you want me to step down.

Everyone has a rebellious psychology. The more you don't want him to do it, the more he wants to do it.

Especially Stephen, a high-level talent who is going smoothly everywhere, has a serious rebellious mentality. With his talent, he has established himself as a knife in the hospital early on.

Saying one thing for a long time has cultivated such a superior mentality.

quite a while!

Mick said to Car Modu: "You just said that you have practiced with the ancient master for many years, and I will count your five years. How long has Stephen practiced?"

Carmodo didn't speak.

Mick smiled and continued: "You want this position, I will give you such a chance, three years later, you will have a competition with Stephen, in our world, it has always been reasonable to have big fists. What do you think? Karl Mordo!"

Car Modo looked up and didn't quite understand Mick's intentions, but he nodded and said, "Okay, I agree to this request."

Mick stretched out a finger and waved his hand, and the disdainful Chaokar Modu said: "This is not a request, but an order. If you dare to continue to blow up your hair in these three years, or to work passively, look, I dare not Dare to turn you into fireworks."

"..." When everyone in the hall heard the word "fireworks" again, they felt chills again.

Under Mick's gaze, Karmodo nodded with an ugly face and said, "Okay, I'll see if he's qualified for this position in three years' time."

After hearing Kar Modu's assurance, Mick slowly stood up from his seat, and looked at the other people in the hall with some boredom.

When preparing to take Hill away.

Stephen's voice came from behind.

"Edinson, wait, the result of the duel..."

Mick looked back.

Once again, his eyes swept over the other people in the hall, and finally his eyes fell on Stephen's face with a slight smile, and said:

"A life-and-death duel, if you lose and survive, I will make you a stuffed animal and feed it to the sharks."

Then he looked at Car Modo and smiled slightly, and said, "It's the same with you, only one person can survive from the arena."

"..." Stephen!

"..." Car Modo!

One hundred and fifty seventh chapter: Christmas, gifts (39)

"Are you really going to set them all off with fireworks?"

After leaving Kama Taj, Hill, who had been silent all this time, touched his stomach inadvertently, and suddenly raised his head to ask Mick, who had been walking beside him in only a thin shirt.

Mick thought for a while, then turned to look at Hill with a slight smile, full of mystery: "Guess!"

"..." Hill!

quite a while!

The two climbed to the top of the Himalayas, and Mick gently hugged Hill and looked at the sea of ​​clouds that seemed to be right in front of him.

Hill leaned his head on Mick's arms and didn't speak.

"You seem to have kept that black man on purpose." Hill frowned slightly, as if thinking of something.

Mick smiled lightly and explained: "He is Stephen's sharpening stone, not mine."

Hill was puzzled.

Afterwards, Mick patiently explained to Hill in his arms his speculation about the Ancient One and the significance of Casillas and Kermodo to Stephen Strange.

As Mick said, the world is like a chessboard, where there are chess players, there are naturally chess pieces!

In this incident, there was only Master Gu Yi as a chess player!

And others, including Mick.

They are all pawns in the hands of the ancient one mage!

This once made Mick very annoyed, since he got the Qianyuan Pearl, he has been in this position of chess player, and he has never left the game himself.

but!

Mick had no choice but to hold back his breath, and he had to finish the promise he made with tears in his eyes!

Although Mick had assured Master Gu Yi, he said that Mick had no grievances at all. The three-year agreement that Stephen and Modu had just made was the result of Mick venting his anger.

But Mick believed that Master Ancient One felt that he couldn't pick out Mick's thorns.

After all, this Modu might also be in Gu Yi's arrangement, and it was also used to sharpen Stephen's knife.

Mick just slightly advanced the timeline.

After listening to Mick's narration, Hill in his arms couldn't help being slightly stunned. The appearance of the Ancient One Mage appeared in his mind, and he hesitated: "The Ancient One Mage is not as dark as you think."

Mick smiled slightly, without explanation!

As I said before, Mick is a good person who knows how to learn and is willing to learn. During the days of going to Karma Taj, in the library guarded by the king, Mick didn't just focus on the books recording spells.

I read a lot of historical events recorded in the library intermittently.

In these recorded events, Mick confirmed one of his inferences.

Just like Odin who painted himself after success, Mick also felt the blood, countless bones and screaming souls in these historical texts!

such as:

In a yellowed book, there are such records one by one.

In the [-]s calendar, the Witch Group caused chaos, destroy it!

It is still recorded in classical Chinese.

Although it was just a passing paragraph, Mick deeply felt the heaviness behind this passage. Combined with the records in another book, in the Middle Ages, the scale of witches was almost all over the western continent.

But after this sentence was mentioned, Mick did not see the entire word witch appear in the subsequent records.

As you can imagine!

For any high-ranking person, there is absolutely nothing calm behind him.

some!

Just blood and cruelty!

a long time.

Seeing that Mick just smiled and didn't answer her question directly, Hill inadvertently brushed his right hand across his stomach and asked, "Mick, what kind of person do you think you are?"

Mick asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Hill raised his head from Mick's arms and said: "You can fight against the whole society for mutants, but you can also have a good chat with the notorious criminal Kim, and you can also be willing to give money to reunite a family you haven't known for long. The other party has a job, but can end a person's life without even thinking about it, so! What kind of person are you?"

After Mick listened.

Slightly smile!

Since Frank was invited to work in the Investigation Bureau, he must have consulted with his braised comrade-in-arms. Mick didn't feel curious at all, it's human nature.

Looking at Yunhai Mick in front of him, he blinked his eyes and looked down at Hill's face. After thinking for a while, he said, "I belong to the neutral and chaotic camp."

Hill was taken aback.

Mick smiled immediately and said, "Is this answer satisfactory?"

……

"Merry Christmas!"

On the afternoon of Christmas Day, after taking a good nap at noon, Mick, who was rested up, jumped out of bed and ran to the clothes room.

Open the closet and pull open a retractable lever. In an instant, a stream of brand-new and expensive suits appeared in front of Mick like a tide. The nearly three-meter-long clothes rail was covered with handmade suits from top tailors.

Other than that, I couldn't find any item of clothing that wasn't a black suit.

As Mick said!

A suit is another face of a man.

"I will choose whoever the little rooster chooses."

After Mick picked out the suit to wear tonight in a timeless way, he turned his head and walked towards the room where the shoes were placed in the compartment.

In this room.

In addition to leather shoes or leather shoes!

Half an hour later!

Mick looked at himself in a suit and leather shoes in the mirror, and smiled confidently!