Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World

Chapter 732 Grasgar Sol



Chapter 732 Grasgar Sol

Chapter 732 Grasgar Sol

After coming out of the pizzeria, you can still vaguely hear the bustling sounds inside.

This kind of warmth seems to dilute the coldness of the world, making people not want to leave.

Perhaps this is the real reason why people are willing to line up to eat here.

Dio turned around and seemed to be able to see Vision smiling at him.

"Let's go, go back."

"Puff, can you not open your mouth to speak? I'm afraid I can't help it."

Dio, who was a little dizzy, closed his mouth helplessly. Now his mouth can be described as black and green. Opening his mouth is frightening to death.

So Vision wasn't actually smiling at me just now, but couldn't help laughing?

Western Bajinzhuli!

Dior, who was almost 'gonghua', got into the car with a dark face.

. . . . . . . . . . .

The next day, Steve stayed at the base, Kuaiyin continued to tap his potential, while Dio and Natasha came to 'New Asgard'.

"This place is not close to the golden palace or the magic hammer."

Dio looked at the group of houses in New Asgard, and looked at these Asgardians who seemed to have fully integrated into the earth, and his mood was indescribably complicated.

"Hey! Why are you here?"

The Valkyrie Valkyrie, who was wearing an orange tracksuit, put down the goods that needed to be moved and greeted loudly.

"Long time no see, it seems that you have adapted to the current life."

Dio came over with Natasha. Almost every Asgardian was busy. Although they lost their original homeland and half of their companions, the remaining people were the seeds of hope. Will restore Asgard with his own hands.

But it seems that something is wrong with their leader.

"Well, it's okay, I was really uncomfortable at the beginning, but after staying for a long time, I found that this place is very suitable for us." Valkyrie pursed his lips and said seemingly indifferently.

"You're here for Thor? Give it up, he won't see you. In fact, even we only see him once at the beginning of the month, when he comes out to get... 'supply.'"

Following her gaze, both Dio and Natasha saw dozens of cans of beer piled up in a corner that looked like gas tanks.

Neither of them thought that Sol's problem was much more serious than they expected before they came, so they couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both saw each other's thoughts.

"That's not necessarily the case. I have more experience than you about the matter of 'coming out of autism'. Leave this matter to me."

Valkyrie shrugged helplessly, "Come with me, I hope you can get that guy out of that damn room!"

No wonder she has such a bad attitude in her speech. Now is the time when the people of Asgard need their king to stand up, but their king has started to give up on himself like a child who can't grow up. How can this not make her Disappointed, maybe it was a mistake she chose to come back.

Soon, Valkyrie led the two of them to a house.

"Sol is inside, the rest is up to you, I still have goods to move, let's go." Valkyrie glanced inside with an inexplicable expression, then turned around and left with a sigh.

"It seems that our old friend is very autistic." Dior said thoughtfully.

"If it wasn't like this, it wouldn't be our turn to play. He would have come out of his autism, wouldn't he?" Natasha didn't know whether she was speaking to Dio, herself, or Tell Saul inside.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

Result no answer

Natasha made a gesture to knock on the door again, when Dio stopped her, "Let me do it, this is all you need at this time. Please come in."

Seeing that Dior took down the wooden door with a slight force, Natasha resisted the strong urge to complain, took a deep breath and walked in.

"It smells...like something died in it."

As soon as Dior entered the door, he frowned a little, not only because of the turbid and unpleasant air inside, but also because he smelled another 'smell'.

"Hello, Sol?"

"Oh! Look who's here! You're welcome to New Asgard, it's a pleasure to see you! Want a bottle? By the way, can you fix my TV antenna? Two weeks ago TV I can’t watch the channel, and the sports channel is like a heavy mosaic, so that I can only stay in the room and play games. Two days ago, there was a bastard with a game ID named Tian who was almost killed by me flying over with an axe. His head, he dared to ambush Thor, the son of the great Odin, in the grass, and killed me 20 times."

After hugging Sol, who was pinching his nose and shirtless with a big belly and a strange smell, Dio and Natasha found helplessly that the handsome and powerful Thor had now become a A fat man who only knows how to squat at home, even the way he picks his feet is so soulless.

"Sol! You know we're not here to help you fix some TV antenna, or to hear you brag about playing games with other people, you're ruining yourself."

Looking at the mess in the room, there are piles of empty wine bottles, and the storm tomahawk reduced to a corkscrew. Natasha stared into Sol's eyes and said very seriously.

Sol, who seemed a little crazy, paused for a moment with his hand holding the wine, but continued to stuff it into his mouth and started to ton ton.

"Hey, listen, I'm fine, I've never been better. What's wrong? Don't I look so good?" Thor smiled fake, as if he had forced his face out .

"You look like a puddle of melted ice cream."

At this time, Dio came over and said bluntly.

"Haha, you are still so humorous. So what are you planning to do here? Are you here to play? Or to see old friends?"

"That was the case, but now that I've changed my mind, maybe I should beat you up."

"Wow, that's not a very funny joke." Thor said, picking up the Storm Ax with one hand, but still smiling.

"It seems that you are not rotten to the bone. Although you can still pick up this axe, how much strength can you show now? Maybe I should go to the street and find some homeless people to practice your hands?"

Dio glanced over his four or five-month pregnant belly, and then said disdainfully.

Natasha noticed that Sol's hand tightened hard, it seemed that Dior's aggressive method had taken effect, but the expected scene did not happen.

Sol just smiled stupidly, then raised the storm ax and opened another bottle of wine for himself.

If the artifact had spirits, it would probably jump out immediately and strangle this bastard to death!

(End of this chapter)


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