Giant Monster in Marvel - Chapter 625

Asgard?

To be honest, Asgard has a great influence. Not only the earth, but most people in the Milky way know the magical place of Asgard.

But the question is, do you really have Asgard?

Most people’s reaction should be the same as Roman just now.

They haven’t heard of Asgard, but you want him to believe that Asgard really exists?

OK, tell me where Asgard is. Since this is a real country, why don’t we know the specific location of Asgard so far.

Only by his name?

Although there are rumors about Asgard every once in a while, perhaps decades or hundreds of years, the rumors are rumors after all.

It’s like some people believe in God, so they believe in religion, but some people believe in religion, but they don’t believe in the existence of God, because they have never seen God.

Just looking at Nagini’s serious eyes?

Roman couldn’t help but panic. What Nagini said can’t be true, right?

In contrast, Nagini did not directly answer Roman’s question, but inadvertently glanced upstairs and said, “don’t say what you just said. The first time is unintentional. What will happen the second time? I don’t know.”

A dry smile appeared on his face. Roman nodded quickly, but he carefully tempted: “can you ask what the king daughter of asgad is doing on shandar?”

Assuming that Asgard really exists, then king Asgard’s daughter comes to shandar, which is definitely a big event in the galaxy. If it works well?

Roman’s eyes flashed a light.

After sipping the milk, Nagini looked at Roman and said softly, “she is Tang Qing’s teacher now.”

Roman was stunned and subconsciously looked up at Nagini: ”

Nagini didn’t speak, so she looked at each other calmly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, a stiff smile appeared on Roman’s face.

Nagini ignored. He put down his milk cup and asked, “are you leaving?”

Roman opened his mouth and seemed to want to explain something. Finally, he sighed helplessly: “suddenly, there’s something wrong. If there’s nothing wrong with you, I’ll go first?”

Nagini smiled, didn’t speak, and watched Roman leave.

How to put it?

Roman is not a good man, but he is not a bad man. He can only be said to be an ordinary man.

Nagini knows what Roman is thinking. He just wants to use Asgard’s power to resist the increasingly excessive Kerry Empire, so Nagini wants to tell Roman that Haila is Tang Qing’s teacher.

The reason is simple. The Nova Empire doesn’t know how strong Asgard is, but they know how strong Nagini is.

What if it’s just Asgard?

The Nova Empire doesn’t care. The typical ignorant are fearless, but if there is one more Nagini?

The Nova Empire must consider carefully. After all, this is a terrible character who can pinch and explode the planet.

With Roman’s departure, a “Dong Dong Dong” sound of footsteps soon sounded upstairs.

With antlers on his head, golden green cloak and dark armor, Haila, the God of death, is like a super villain in a magic epic, accompanied by a terrible atmosphere full of death.

With the tall beauty, she walked down the stairs with cold eyes.

She looked at Nagini with a serious twinkle between her eyebrows. She stressed, “I don’t like this man.”

However, Nagini, lying lazily on the sofa, rolled her eyes angrily: “so? Kill him? You don’t like me?”

With a slight frown, Hera looked at Nagini.

Although I don’t think it’s a good word, because I’ve been out of touch with society for too long, after all, a person has been imprisoned for thousands of years, so Haila can only show the arrogance of Asgard people:

“Although you are very annoying, you still know yourself a little.”

Nagini ignored, not quarrelling with Haila, but lazily quarrelling with her.

But a moment later?

Looking at the finished milk cup in front of her, she seemed to think of something. Nagini looked up and asked, “are you hungry?”

HeLa, sitting opposite Nagini, was stunned and touched her stomach.

Hungry is definitely hungry. After all, I haven’t eaten for thousands of years.

But it doesn’t matter whether you eat or not. After all, you don’t care about this meal if you haven’t eaten for thousands of years.

But since that’s what Nagini asked?

A thought flashed in Hella’s eyes. Her eyebrows were frivolous: “do you want to cook for me?”

Well, what if Nagini really wants to cook for herself?

Would you like to consider giving him some face and how much to eat?

While HeLa was eating peaches, Nagini rolled her eyes:

“No, I want to tell you that today’s situation is special. It’s estimated that you can’t eat until 10 o’clock. If you’re hungry, you can go to the fridge and have some milk. By the way, help me wash the cup in the kitchen. Thank you.”

Yes, Nagini doesn’t care whether Haila is hungry or not. What Nagini really cares about is whether Haila can brush a cup for herself.

Just to Nagini’s surprise, Haila frowned slightly. She looked at Nagini suspiciously: “what’s the refrigerator?”

“Refrigerator?”

Nagini glanced at Hella and then explained, “the refrigerator is…”

But before Nagini finished, a throb from his soul made him frown and feel the changes of his body. Nagini was stunned and a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes.

A moment later, he looked seriously at Hella: “I’m going out.”

Hella was silent for a moment. She didn’t ask if she wanted to help herself.

Because if Nagini himself feels tricky?

Even if she wanted to help, she couldn’t help, so she asked directly, “how long will it take?”

Nagini thought for a moment, but did not answer Hella’s question, but said:

“There are wonton in the kitchen. You take five out of the refrigerator at six o’clock every morning, add a handful of fine noodles, and add soup after cooking. The boss of the broker business next to you is Fairbank. You can ask him what you don’t understand.”

With a frown on her brow, Hera’s eyes flashed a confused force:

“What ghost?”

But Nagini didn’t have much time to explain. After two hasty instructions, he looked at Hella seriously:

“Time is running out. The amount of wonton can last eight days. If I don’t come back, you’ll take Tang Qing to Asgard, but I’ll try to get back in a week.”

“I’m sorry to trouble you this time. I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me as long as it’s not too much.”

With that, in Hella’s confused expression, Nagini disappeared from her sight.

It’s not leaving, it’s disappearing.

Haila knew that there was no spatial fluctuation when Nagini left, but she didn’t know why. He disappeared in front of her strangely.

As soon as the picture turns, Fairbank, who runs a broker business, is humming a tune and combing his few hair next to the coffee shop.

On the surface, today’s old brokers are no different from the past. They are still the suit without any wrinkles. They are always exquisite, rational and somewhat petty bourgeoisie.

But if you look closely, you will find that the old broker is in a particularly good mood today.

As for why?

The reason is very simple, because the Nagini family, who had left for more than half of the summer vacation, finally came back.

The old broker didn’t feel like this before, but since there is another neighbor nearby?

At first, I felt a little uncomfortable, but with the passage of time, the old broker became more and more used to this life. He went to Nagini store to rub a cup of free coffee every day and told little Tang Qing a story.

Unconsciously, the life that once made the old brokers feel extremely boring has gradually become a little more colorful.

“Jingling!”

A familiar bell rang. Looking at the picture on the projection screen, the old broker couldn’t help smiling. Just before he spoke, he heard Yongdu’s grumpy voice across the room:

“Fairbank, is there any trouble with that smelly boy quill?”

“No, I just miss my old friends.”

“Old friend? Just you? When were you so funny?”

The old brook was red, and the old brokers glared at him with courage and embarrassment. “Well, it’s one thing to find you. Can you send another fish that you sent to me last time?”

“Do you like fish?”

Yong Du was stunned for a moment, and his eyes glittered with doubts. He had known the old broker for some years, but he had never heard that he liked to eat fish.

Faced with Yongdu’s doubts, the old broker turned his eyes:

“Nonsense, I don’t like eating. Why should I ask you?”

Yong Du nodded and waved his hand casually: “no problem. It will be delivered within three days.”

It’s just a few fish. It’s nothing to him.

“Jingling!”

A bell rang outside the door. The old broker subconsciously looked up and said, “I’ll hang up first. Here’s business.”

Then he tidied up his clothes, and then saw a tall lady come in. A smile instinctively appeared on the old broker’s face: “hello…”

Just before the old broker finished, the woman across the street who knew it was difficult to provoke asked, “are you Fairbank, the owner of this store?”

Although he was interrupted by Haila, which made the old broker very dissatisfied, as a professional broker, he nodded: “yes, I just don’t know you’re looking for me…”

However, this time, the old broker’s words were interrupted again, but it was not Hella’s words that interrupted him, but a dark green sword.

Haila, holding a long sword, put the blade on the old broker’s neck. She looked arrogant and cold:

“Give you two choices. First, I’ll kill you. Second, tell me what the refrigerator is.”