Chapter 154 "Fox and Fox Are Pads" (3 more)
"I am using the power inherited from Zeus."
Ange didn't say any more.
It is wrong to say too much, and it is better not to say it than to cover it up with lies.
Lying is very difficult for God, no, it should be said for any existence beyond the understanding of people on earth.
Ange is used to this way of communication.
The mixed world of Marvel and DC has come to the point where it is today, and Angle has something to do with it.
Recently, Ange's cross-space search ability has reached its limit. This has nothing to do with the level of the teleportation ability. On the premise that the perception cannot be greatly improved, Anger realized that he probably cannot perceive the paradise island where Wonder Woman was originally located. There is not only space, but even time is not at the same latitude.
When luck doesn’t work, the only thing Angle can think of is to get the power of time and space from the world line of [Doctor Strange].
It's a pity that Master Gu Yi is not such a talkative existence. He wanted to make trouble at this point in time, and was shot to death by Gu Yi every minute.
Wandering in place is a dead end. Only by being promoted to a star-level powerhouse can one have the opportunity to control one's own destiny.
How can it be so easy to advance to the star level?
So whether it is going to the Greek gods to make trouble, or running around the universe with Brother Hammer in the future, this is a risk.
As long as the payoff is proportional to the risk, it's fine.
Here, Angle's questions to Sif are basically answers.
Sif really didn't hear any flaws.
Because even the motivation she cares about the most, Anger followed suit—the ether particle is the [Reality Gem], and there is a guy named Thanos in the universe who is spying on this thing. Since what Kratos is asking for doesn't conflict with Asgard, it's easy to say.
"Okay. This is the end of the formulaic question, and it's time for you to experience the enthusiasm of Asgard." Sif went out for a stroll.
In the next battle, Anger will not be able to deal with it.
A 10-member band, a group of elf dancers, a ten-square-meter table full of delicious food, and a whole row of fine wines weighing more than Ange's weight...
"this…"
"You saved Queen Frigga! We all thank you! Everyone loves her. This is the courtesy you deserve."
Sif laughed, patted An Ge's shoulder affectionately, and persuaded him to drink as soon as he came up.
Alfheim under the rule of the Asgardians is the kingdom of elves, where beautiful elves of light really exist. These elves are about the height of a human, have fair skin, and have long, pointed ears. If Anger has any regrets, it is probably because there are two pairs of translucent dragonfly wings behind these light elves.
A certain traveler secretly complained: If it is similar to the elves in World of Warcraft, I have to get a few back to warm the bed anyway, and the bird with wings is fine.
The band is the dwarfs from Wertheim. These little guys, who are less than half the height of a person, are a good helper for creating the atmosphere.
It’s just that Ange, whose left and right eyelids are twitching wildly, wants to complain, because he feels like he has found the original job of the original owner of this body—being an excellent nightclub explorer blogger.
However, it is probably a very rare treatment to dare to visit the shop of the Asa in Norse mythology.
After drinking five bottles of one-jin spirits, Sif was somewhat tipsy.
"Well, as a former little prince of nightclubs, I insist that nightclubs on Earth are more lively than this."
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Ange took out his smartphone and casually dug out a video of a nightclub. The explosive music, psychedelic lights, and people writhing their limbs frantically made Sif feel a little dazed.
"They look happy."
"It's very high!"
"That woman named Jane, is that how Thor is fascinated?" Sif was a little drunk, pointing to a girl with very little fabric on the screen.
What does this girl say?
It's like the big American girls who will appear when you search for words such as [Under the Great Depression...], [Sweet Ditto], this kind of dress is definitely too much for Sif. Sif dared to dress like this, fearing that Frigga would drive her away as soon as she woke up.
Ange's facial muscles twitched unnaturally—may I tell you, is it because in Thor's eyes, Miss Jane is that rare type? She never promises to Thor, she dares to give Thor two big pockets, do you dare? Sometimes, men just want to be rare and fresh.
Can Ange speak these words?
he can not!
"Hi! I'm not interested in their affairs, don't bring me up. But, I've dated a lot of this kind of women before."
"How does it feel?" Sif put her arm around Anger's neck abruptly. This action is actually a buddy and a test of someone's body.
System prompt: [Sif launched a pinch attack on the host unconsciously, and is judging the host's strength and constitution... The judgment is passed, and the host is immune to the pinch damage. 】
Ange finally understood that Mao's right eyelid twitched, but if his physique is lower than 100 points, it is not guaranteed that the cervical spine will be split into 206 pieces immediately.
Anger shrugged naturally, and flicked Sif away: "It's not good. For me now, earth women are too weak. They are like delicate porcelain that need to be cared for carefully. If I use a little force, they will break more bones." here."
"That's it!" Sif seemed to be out of breath, and poured himself a mouthful: "I really don't know what's so good about that woman! Thor was fascinated by her, and Heimdall stared at her all day long." She will report to him on a regular basis."
"Sometimes love doesn't need a reason." An Ge clinked a glass with her, and drank the 500ml spirits with at least 50 degrees in one gulp.
"Woooo! I sacrificed so much for him, learning to be a good wife and mother. I waited for him for thousands of years, but he didn't think of me as a woman."
Ange looked at Sif speechlessly.
In fact, it is not without reason that Sif was regarded as a goddess by mortals in the age of mythology. She is powerful, she is a wingman when she is on the horse, and a good wife when she is off the horse.
In all fairness, she looks pretty good.
The biggest difference with Miss Jane is the difference in their face shape, Sif's face tends to be more square. In fact, it is best to keep long hair for this face shape, use wavy hairstyles, and use long bangs to cover the cheekbones and part of the jaw, so as not to expose the face lines.
Although Sif has long hair, for the sake of fighting, she has a long and straight hairstyle, which exposes her forehead and facial lines, which makes her look too masculine and even a little old-fashioned.
No wonder Thor only sees her as a buddy.
Comparatively speaking, Miss Jane has a typical oval face, and that kind of feminine beauty is something that Sif cannot learn.
"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo】 maybe before , maybe sif was more or less probing , but now, she was really drunk and heartbroken
"Uh, how about I teach you a song, which will make you feel better after singing it. The title of the song is "Fox is a Pad"!"
(end of this chapter)