Brian's face was bitter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, he thought about a lot, such as a lot of things that had not been done, he had not finished watching the latest season of A Song of Ice and Fire, he had not gone to the newly opened restaurant to taste it, and he missed the little baby he had at home.

And.. Pepper.

He couldn't back down, and while Brian didn't feel patriotic, he went through five years of FBI training, and for five full years he was a special adviser to the FBI.

He has become one with the country.

Brian's sanity was telling him that as the only NZT-free other than Pepper, his own role in living was more valuable than dying here.

But it was just sanity, and Brian felt he needed to be emotional.

Even if he's in the NZT effect at this point.

And a more crucial reason is that he doesn't feel that in this case, he still has the possibility of escaping from the other party's hands.

"You're ready." Brian muttered to himself.

"I'm done." Stan behind him immediately whispered to him, as a best-selling author, Stan could not have been involved in any of these things.

But Stan, who had already taken the NZT, saw it even more thoroughly, and once the war came, no matter who he was, as long as he had similar creative powers, he would definitely be controlled.

Even Willy Wonka is no exception.

His name has appeared in the FBI's field of vision, and even if he leaves here alive, the FBI will not let him go.

It's better to put an end to everything here.

Without even needing Brian to pour him chicken soup, Stan's actions have been very positive, but he doesn't know what he will think of himself during this period of time when his drug has taken effect.

But alas. His flattery was completely thrown to the blind.

Brian glanced at him with disgust, "Not about you. "I'm asking myself, isn't it, Blair." ”

In a space of thought that no one else could see, a Brian in a bright red cashmere sweater was leisurely playing extreme sports on the edge of Lady Liberty's head, and replied boredly by the way.

"I'm very confident and don't know about you."

"Nonsense, I'm you." Body, Brian, glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to the idiot.

"I think we're going to be fine." While we were talking, another Brian popped up, dressed for a Hawaiian vacation and holding a glass of juice in his hand.

"Why?" Brian didn't even move his head, and asked him with a squint of eyes.

Hawaiian Brian shrugged, "There's no reason, it's just intuition, if there's a reason, maybe because we're the protagonists?" And the protagonist is often fine. ”

"Well, that's for the best." Brian muttered to himself, putting away all the Brian around him.

He took a deep breath to calm his mind, "Hey, are you ready?" He suddenly asks Stan, who is next to him.

Stan was stunned, not noticing Brian's question, and it was he who stabbed Stan with his elbow that made him come to his senses.

"Hey, I'm asking you this time." Brian said.

"Hah. I? Stan was stunned for a moment, and asked listlessly, "What the hell are you going to do?" ”

While the two were talking, Furchart had already stepped forward to hug Meggie, who had fallen to the ground, but fortunately she had only fallen into a deep sleep, and her breathing was still very steady, which made Furchart breathe a long sigh of relief.

After putting Meggie into a deep sleep, Yi Huan didn't immediately do anything to the others, he felt that it didn't make sense, and instead took out some parchment and magic quill again.

"There are two more stories. It's time. Yi Huan said softly.

He set his gaze on a few people, regardless of their reactions, "You don't need to drive me away, I'll leave this place soon, but... Let me finish the last two stories. ”

Brian was still arguing with Stan, but Yi Huan was keenly aware of a slight contraction in his pupils, and he heard it.

"It's an ancient curse, when the meteor shower streaked across Egypt, the fate of the three people was tightly entangled, eternal life, and they easily got what ordinary people craved in their lives, eternal life."

Yi Huan began to record his story, the quill quickly scribbled on the sheepskin, and after having the ability of the silver tongue, he didn't need to think too much about the story, as long as it was logical, the silver tongue could easily turn it into reality.

As the story on the sheepskin took shape little by little, Yi Huan felt an unusual flow of air around him.

Yi Huan's first story is to summon Vandal Savage, an immortal with little ability but no small ambition, and of course, from the moment Vandal appears, he has no power to resist.

The story slowly takes shape, and then the corresponding Vandal also slowly takes shape, and a complete person gradually appears among several people from being to nothing.

Yi Huan's Silver Tongue ability has worked a few times, but this is the first time to summon a living person.

Soon, with the end of the whispering of Yi Huan, the story came to an end, and Vandal Savage also appeared completely and completely in front of several people in this world.

He was also asleep.

It's easy to do this, and as long as Yi Huan does a little bit in the story, the things and creatures that are read out are almost useless to resist.

This is creation.

Incomparably great and miraculous abilities.

Vandal Savage was lying on the ground, almost as Yi Huan had in his impression, a stubble-covered Central Asian who was middle-aged, but still liked to have a lot of darts and throwing knives strapped to his body.

Yi Huan unceremoniously poured him a large bottle of life and death water, and then put him into a transparent crystal coffin.

This person is useful, but not here.

After doing these things, Yi Huan glanced around, Brian, Stan, Furchart, and Meggie, their luck was very good, and there was no one missing.

It seems that the selection range of the silver tongue has nothing to do with the height, it should be some unlucky egg below in exchange, and it is put into this temporary short film where Savage is located.

Yi Huan is not worried that they will affect the world of Savage, because this story was created by Yi Huan and has nothing to do with the original Marvel world.

"You're in luck." Yi Huan said softly.

With no one answering from the top of the Statue of Liberty's head, Yi Hustle shrugged and began to write his second story.

"A strange world, a whole world..."

Among all the things, only this one is the most important, and this is related to all the next trips of Yi Huan, so he saved this matter for the end.

Maybe the success rate of doing it on Neverland will be higher, but because of the high stakes, Yi Huan decided to conduct an experiment in this world first.

As the story was gradually completely outlined, there seemed to be no special reaction around, Yi Huan finished writing the last text of the story, stopped the quill, and quietly felt it.

There was no abnormality in the hourglass deep inside.

Maybe you'll need to go back to Neverland to see if things are going well.

He looked up and met Brian's gaze.

"I have a hunch that we'll meet again." The voice of Yi Huan appeared in Brian's mind, and the expression on his face was unmoved, but he instantly mastered the art of this kind of call.

"I believe it too." Brian thought in his head.

Yi Huan smiled, controlling the magic quill pen to fly in the air again, and the next moment, it didn't even take long, when Brian stared at it again.

only to find that Yi Huan had disappeared in place.

Furchart stared at the place where Yi Huan had left and suddenly changed color, Meggie hadn't woken up yet, but before he could scream, the ground under the feet of the four of them suddenly shook violently.

"Ahh My whole body hurts. "Suddenly there was a sound below them, very loud, almost deafening.

Brian immediately thought of what it was, and sure enough, in the next moment, the voice continued, "Huh? How did I get so tall. ”

The four of them were like boats in a rainstorm, and Brian clung to the potholed ground, winked at Stan, and yelled.

"Don't move! You've got people on your head! Watch your step! ”

Sure enough, the Statue of Liberty was still easier to communicate with without easy control, because she really stopped moving immediately afterward.

"But my body still hurts." The Statue of Liberty complained, "You said I should go to the hospital or go to a stonemason to fix it." ”

"I don't think a group of stonemasons is useless, let's shrink your body back first, don't worry, the government will pay for this matter." Brian dissuaded insincerely.

An apple suddenly appeared where the hustle and bustle had disappeared, and it tumbled and bounced irregularly above the potholed Statue of Liberty, but finally rolled to Furchart's hand as if it had a purpose.

Passing over Meggie's pale hands, the apple touched Furchart.

Almost subconsciously, Furchart grabbed the apple, and at that moment, a flood of information poured into his mind.

"An apple can make people sleep, and an apple can also wake people up, and by the way, tell her not to eat food from unknown sources."

"By the way, I've buried a treasure somewhere, Meggie knows where, they mean nothing to me, if... If you still have freedom. ”

It was the wizard's voice, which Folchat would never forget, but at this moment, he held Meggie and clung to the apple as if he had found the last straw.

The towering Statue of Liberty fell silent again, and Brian and Stan sat still, Furchard holding Meggie in his arms, the wind howling and raging, but eerily quiet.

All that remained was the deafening low grumble of the Statue of Liberty.

。。。

Modern New York is bustling, crowded, and full of people, while Neverland is the opposite, and while it is full of fantastical landscapes and magical creatures, it still can't hide the desolation and uninhabited dead silence.

Especially within the Black Valley.

"That guy is back." Miss Mandela, who was quietly living in the Black Valley, seemed to feel something, and raised her head to look at the center of Neverland.

A figure gradually turned from light to solid, and appeared in the courtyard of the red castle, just under the courtyard planted with scarlet apple trees.

The first to feel the hustle and bustle was the house-elves, and almost in an instant, the entire Red Castle came to life again.

It's like a corpse full of life, and a red castle without hustle and bustle has no soul.

After sending away the house-elves who had been transformed by the phantom, Yi Huan's figure moved and came to the lowest level of the Red Castle.

It is also the most hidden dungeon hidden in the Red Castle.

There is no road leading to this at all, there are no spiral stairs going down, there are no steps or stairs, there is no need for house-elves to clean here, and the only way to get in here is to find the location and teleport in.

Yi Huan came here, then took out the crystal coffin where Vandal Savage was kept, and then began to set up the magic circle.

Although Yi Huan fed Vandal a large amount of life and death water, as well as the latest development of a fake death potion, and his ability was not outstanding, he still had a shallow magical power.

Easy hustle and bustle is not limited to capsizing in the gutter because of underestimation.

The arrangement of the magic trap was already well understood, and Yi Huan quickly arranged the magic heavily, waving his wand and controlling the crystal coffin to be parked heavily in the middle of the edge of the huge underground cliff of the Red Castle.

There was only an empty crystal coffin, and nothing else.

After setting up Vandal Savage, Yi Huan immediately left the place.

His next target was the cutting-edge tower of the Red Castle, where an uninvited guest was still being held, and it seemed that more than a month had passed, and although he was still alive, he must have been on the verge of a mental breakdown.

It's Jim, the FBI who strayed into Neverland because of Silvertongue.

Yi Huan didn't want to have much contact with him, he just wanted to know the outcome of the matter, and after writing a new story, he released an invisibility spell on himself, and then instantly came to the top of the tower.

Jim was sleeping in a straw-paved bed, his beard and hair bushy like that of a wild man, his face still a healthy color, but his closed eyelids were shaking violently.

Obviously, he was not in good spirits.

Yi Huan added an earbud to him, then took out the parchment and began to read it tightly and read it in a low voice.

Little by little, the power of the Silver Tongue began to exert itself, and as Yi Huan recited this new story, the content of its story was gradually becoming a real effect.

Yi Huan needs to go back, or rather, he needs to go back in the future.

Before leaving, he not only used the silver tongue to liberate the coordinates of the sub-world, but also blocked the world where the ink heart was located, which did not need to be opened for the time being, but it did not mean that it would never be opened.

And Jim in front of him is the best test subject.

As the power of the Silver Tongue spread, the dark shadow disappeared into the tower, and without the need for an easy command, it pounced on Jim, who was sleeping on the straw.

Then slowly wrap him up. (To be continued.) )