Superman

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched slightly when he heard Thor in front of him telling his little brother's habits and hobbies, one by one.

He really deserves to be the number one younger brother in Asgard!

"As for her, she drank Asgard's specialty Palm Springs wine and wore a green cloak, luxurious and elegant just like Loki."

Saul said to himself.

Since his younger brother died at the hands of Thanos, he has had a sad time.

That's why I indulge in fast food and games to escape this cruel reality.

To be honest, Sol, who had nothing left, sincerely hoped that his troublesome younger brother, the troublemaker, would also perform a wonderful trick of feigning death to escape the last time he faced the dark elf.

But unfortunately, as Thanos said, Loki is really dead.

The snapping of Luke's fingers only brought back the lost life, which did not include the god of tricks.

"Then go over and strike up a conversation, and by the way, ask her if she can lend you some money. If it's really Loki, I believe he won't refuse his brother's request."

Luke patted Sol hard on the shoulder, pushing him up from his seat.

"The old bartender has been staring at us for a while, and if we continue to dawdle, he will probably come over and drive people away."

Saul was at a loss, like a young man without a partner at the prom.

Taking a few deep breaths, the prince of Asgard walked towards that figure with heavy steps.

He has expectations and worries in his heart.

It is of course a good thing to see his younger brother Loki again.

But the younger brother suddenly became the younger sister, which is a bit strange.

"He doesn't seem to have much experience in striking up a conversation?"

Strange gloated a little, seeing people making embarrassments often brought him a relaxed mood.

"Weak human mage, you need to know that Sol is the prince of Asgard. Could it be that on your planet, the king's son needs to take the initiative to pick up girls?"

Rocket Raccoon looked at Strange, who wanted to see a good show, with contemptuous eyes.

It has a good relationship with Thor, although the other party always sees himself as a rabbit, or a raccoon.

"Oh, hereditary nobles and monarchs, that is a backward system."

Strange curled his lips, he didn't want to argue with a pet.

"If Loki in this universe is a girl, doesn't that mean that Saul can book a registration as a German orthopedic surgeon?"

Luke leaned back in his seat, his thoughts wandering.

Odin originally wanted to adopt Loki, who was a descendant of the Frost Giant, and put him and Thor together to cultivate their relationship.

Thereby resolving the millennium blood feud between Jotunheim and Asgard and building a bridge of peace.

Unfortunately, this plan was not realized.

Loki's pursuit of power, or his determination to prove himself, made him go against Thor.

Later, a farce of framing his elder brother and stealing the throne was created.

But turn your mind around and assume Loki is a girl.

When she grows up, she makes a marriage contract with Thor, starting the political marriage between Asgard and Jotunheim.

hiss!

Perfect script!

"I don't know what Sol in this universe looks like."

Luke's mouth curled up slightly.

He wouldn't mind a wedding of the gods in Asgard.

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Superman thought of another problem.

If Thor in the movie universe has a good impression of Loki in this world, let's get together.

Then what should he call his other self?

Uncle?

The relationship between men and women in the background of the parallel universe is really messy.

Luke shook his head, refrained from distracting thoughts, and waited for Saul's performance.

"What should I start off with? Loki, long time no see? Or Loki, nice to meet you. Then give me a hug?"

As he got closer and closer to the bar and that beautiful figure from his back, Sol began to panic.

His heart beat faster, his palms were sweaty, and he felt nervous unconsciously.

It was like the excitement and anxiety when meeting Jane for the first time.

"Hello"

"Go away!"

Before Sol could strike up a conversation, a burly guy with a beard pushed him away.

Afterwards, the other party put both hands on the edge of the bar table and surrounded the beautiful woman who was drinking alone.

Clumps of dark chest hair were exposed, exuding a strong body odor, which made the latter frown slightly.

"Pretty girl, have you heard of Archmage Landry on the Upper East Side of New York? He's my uncle."

When the strong man who broke out halfway opened his mouth, the smoky smell of alcohol rushed to his face. With that greasy and fat face, it was a good medicine for vomiting.

"never heard of that."

Wearing a green cloak, the woman with a slender waist said lightly, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Can you stay away from me? You remind me of a pigsty in the country."

The strong man must have drunk too much, and he is a little unconscious.

His brain has been completely controlled by the lower body.

His eyes stared straight at the tall woman, as if he wanted to eat her in one bite.

"My house is very big, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Hey."

A palm was pressed on the strong man's shoulder, and a thick voice full of anger came from the hand.

"She told you to stay away, didn't you hear? You stupid pig!"

The dim light in the bar reflected Sol's handsome face.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he didn't even care about Asgard's royal etiquette, and uttered a foul word.

Any elder brother would feel angry when he saw his sister being harassed.

Of course, if it's the younger brother, then it's fine.

The strong man let go of his hands, turned around, and before he could breathe out his fragrance, he hit his face with an iron fist.

Sol retained a little bit of reason, and didn't use heavy hands, otherwise he could directly smash the opponent's head.

That disgusting strong man, like a broken kite, knocked over a table and fell heavily to the ground.

The bridge of the nose cracked open, and the blood was like an open faucet, covering the twisted and fat face.

Painful groans sounded immediately.

"My uncle! It's Archmage Landry! You are dead!"

The cruel words without deterrence were not taken by Sol at all.

No matter how old that Landry mage is, can he still compare to Odin?

"Sol! What are you doing?"

An exclamation sounded from behind, and the woman who caused the riot showed surprise, then shook her head and said, "What's the matter with your eyes? No! You're not Saul, how could that guy let people move his hair and cut it short?" gone."

She saw fake eyes and a different hairstyle, and couldn't help being suspicious.

"You really are Loki!"

Sol's reaction was even more surprising. He didn't expect his younger brother to become his younger sister.

"Who are you? Say!"

A dagger appeared in Loki's hands at some point, and then stuck to Sol's neck.

"That fool who pretended to be Saul! What did you do to him?"

Luke, who was sitting in the corner, said with emotion: "It's really a touching scene. Brother and sister meet, and the love is as deep as the sea."

Chapter 248? The brother who eats soft food, the sister who ran away from home

"Loki!"

Sol was touched by the sharp dagger against his neck, but he was a little moved inside.

As expected of his younger siblings, they care so much about themselves.

It's just that before he could be moved for long, Loki's next sentence shattered that beauty.

"Shut up, you fake! You can do whatever you want with that fool Saul! But you'll be in trouble if you mess with Odin!"

Loki's voice was cold, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"No matter what you did to Thor, remember to find a knowledgeable magician to cover Heimdall's sight! Also, stay away from me, don't get me involved!"

Is this the legendary brother and sister love?

Give my inspiration back!

Sol couldn't help but smile wryly, he didn't expect Loki in any universe to be so real.

"My stupid siblings, Heimdall won't watch me, the real Sol should still be in Asgard."

He took a step back, stretched out his right hand like lightning, pinched Loki's white wrist, twisted it outward, and snatched the enchanted dagger with his bare hands.

"Remember, the next time you threaten someone, look into his eyes so that you can judge his next move."

The dagger was taken away, Loki didn't panic, but raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

This is what the other party once said when she was exercising with Sol before.

"Tch, what about this move?"

Loki didn't change his face, and raised one long leg upwards.

Chicken and egg beat!

Painful!

The bar guests who watched the excitement, but all the men couldn't help but gasp.

Too ruthless, this kick!

It hurts to look at it!

Sol's face was twisted, his legs were clamped tightly, as if he had suffered an unprecedented blow.

That bastard hadn't used this trick when he was practicing against Loki before.

"Hey, I say two."

Seeing that the scene became more and more chaotic and the riot continued to expand, the old bartender had no choice but to stop it.

"If you want to solve the trouble, go out first. The doorless bar never welcomes troublemakers."

There was a look of impatience on Loki's face, and he said softly: "Where is the news I want? I have waited for half an hour and haven't sorted it out yet?"

"Ma'am, the news you want is extraordinary. I have to verify it through multiple channels before I can sell it to you."

The old bartender replied with a smile.

"Wumen Bar's reputation has always been guaranteed. It's true. This is my principle of doing business."