marvel monster

Chapter 621 What is a refrigerator?

Asgard?

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

But the question is, do you want to ask whether Asgard really exists?

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

It’s not like they haven’t heard of Asgard, but you want them to believe that Asgard really exists?

OK, tell me where Asgard is. Since this is a real country, why doesn't everyone know the specific location of Asgard so far?

Have you only heard his name but not seen him?

Although every once in a while, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years, there will be rumors about Asgard, but rumors are still rumors.

Just like some people believe in God, so they are religious, but some people believe in religion, but do not believe in the existence of God because they have never seen God.

Just looking at Nagini's serious eyes?

Roman couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Could what Nagini said be true?

On the other hand, Nagini did not answer Roman's question directly, but glanced upstairs inadvertently, and then said: "Don't say anything about what you just said. The first time was unintentional. What will happen the second time? I won't Know."

A dry smile appeared on his face, and Roman nodded quickly, but he still cautiously probed: "Can I ask what the princess of Asgard is doing on the planet Xandar?"

Assuming that Asgard really exists, then the Asgard princess coming to the planet Xandar will definitely be a big event that will cause a stir in the galaxy. If it works well?

Roman couldn't help but have a glint in his eyes.

After taking a sip of milk, Nagini glanced at Roman and said lightly: "She is Tang Qing's teacher now."

Roman was stunned and subconsciously looked up at Nagini: "?"

Nagini didn't speak, just looked at the other person calmly.

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

Nagini ignored it. He put down the milk glass and asked, "Want to leave?"

Roman opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, and finally sighed helplessly: "Suddenly, I remembered that something happened. If you have nothing to do, then I can leave first?"

Nagini smiled, said nothing, and watched Roman leave.

how to say?

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

Nagini knew what Roman was thinking, and she just wanted to use the power of Asgard to resist the increasingly excessive Kree Empire, so Nagini wanted to tell Roman that Hela was 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 about Asgard?

The Nova Empire doesn't care, a typical ignorant person is fearless, but what if there is one more Nagini?

The Nova Empire must think carefully, after all, this is a terrifying character who can crush the planet.

As Roman left, there was a "dong dong dong" sound of footsteps upstairs soon.

With antlers on her head, a golden-green cape, and dark armor, Hela, the god of death, is like a super villain in a fantasy epic, accompanied by a terrifying aura filled with death.

And as this tall beauty walked down the stairs with cold eyes.

She glanced at Nagini, her brows flashing with seriousness, and she emphasized: "I don't like this person."

However, Nagini, who was lying lazily on the sofa, rolled her eyes angrily: "So? Kill him? You still don't like me?"

Frowning slightly, Hela looked at Nagini.

Although I feel that this is not a good thing, because I have been out of touch with society for too long, after all, a person has been imprisoned for thousands of years, so Hela can only show the arrogance of the Asgardians:

"Although you are quite annoying, you are still somewhat self-aware."

Nagini ignored it, not because she couldn't quarrel with Hela, but because she was too lazy to argue with her.

But a moment later?

Looking at the finished milk cup in front of her, Nagini seemed to think of something. She raised her head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Hela, who was sitting opposite Nagini, couldn't help but froze, and she touched her belly.

You must be hungry, after all, you haven’t eaten for thousands of years.

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

But since Nagini asked that?

A flash of thought flashed in Hela's eyes, and her brows were frivolous: "You want to cook for me?"

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

Should we consider giving him some face and some food?

And just when Hela wanted to eat the peach, Nagini rolled her eyes:

"No, I want to tell you that today's situation is special. It's estimated that you won't be able to eat until ten o'clock. If you are hungry, you can go to the refrigerator and order some milk. By the way, help me send the cups to the kitchen for washing. Thank you."

Yes, Nagini didn't care at all whether Hela was hungry or not. What Nagini really cared about was whether Hela could clean a cup for her.

What Nagini didn't expect was that Hela frowned slightly and looked at Nagini in confusion: "What is a refrigerator?"

"refrigerator?"

Nagini glanced at Hela and then explained: "The refrigerator is..."

But before Nagini could finish speaking, a throbbing from his soul made him frown, and he felt the changes in his body carefully. Nagini was stunned, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. Surprised.

After a moment, he looked at Hela seriously: "I want to go out."

Hela was silent for a moment. She didn't ask if she wanted to help.

Because what if even Nagini herself feels in trouble?

Even if she wanted to help, she couldn't help much, so she asked directly: "How long will it take?"

Nagini thought for a while, but did not answer Hela's question, but said:

"There are wontons in the kitchen. You take five out of the refrigerator at six o'clock every morning, add a handful of thin noodles, and add broth after they are cooked. The owner of the brokerage business next to him is called Fairbank. What don't you understand? You can ask him."

Frowning her brows, Hela's eyes flashed with confusion:

"What the hell?"

But Nagini didn't have much time to explain. After a few hasty instructions, he looked at Hela seriously:

"Time is running out. The amount of wontons can last for eight days. If I don't come back, you can take Tang Qing to Asgard, but I will try my best to come back within a week."

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

After saying that, with Hela's confused expression, Nagini disappeared from her sight.

It's not leaving, it's disappearing.

Hela knew very well that there was no spatial fluctuation when Nagini left, but for some reason, he mysteriously disappeared before her eyes.

The scene changed. Next to the coffee shop, Fairbank, who ran a brokerage business, was humming a tune and combing his few hair.

On the surface, today's old brokers are no different from those in the past. They still have the same suit without a trace of wrinkles, and they always look delicate, rational, and with a bit of petty bourgeoisie.

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

As for why?

The reason is simple, because the Nagini family, who have been away for most of the summer vacation, are finally back.

The old broker didn't feel this way before, but since there is a neighbor next to him?

It felt a little uncomfortable at first, but as time went by, the old broker became more and more accustomed to this kind of life. He went to Nagini's shop every day to have a cup of free coffee and tell stories to little Tang Qing when he had nothing to do.

Unknowingly, the life that once made the old broker feel extremely boring gradually became more colorful.

"Jingle Bell!"

A familiar bell rang. Looking at the photo on the screen, the old broker couldn't help but smile. However, before he could speak, he heard Yondu's irritable voice from the other side:

"Fairbank, is that brat Quill causing any trouble again?"

"No, I just miss my old friend."

"Old friend? Just you? When did you become so funny?"

The old man's face turned red, and the old broker glared at Yondu in embarrassment: "Okay, I'm looking for you for one thing. Can you send another batch of the fish you asked someone to send last time?"

"Do you like fish?"

Yongdu was stunned for a moment, with doubts in his eyes. He had known the old broker for several years, but he had never heard that he liked to eat fish.

Faced with Yondu's doubts, the old broker rolled his eyes:

"Nonsense, I don't like eating it, why should I ask for it from you?"

Yondu nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly: "No problem, we guarantee it will be delivered within three days."

Just a few fish, nothing to him.

"Jingle Bell!"

There was a ringing of the bell outside the door, and the old broker subconsciously looked up: "Then I'll hang up first, business is coming here."

Then he straightened his clothes and saw a tall lady walking in. A smile instinctively appeared on the old broker's face: "Hello..."

But before the old broker could finish speaking, the woman opposite who knew he was someone to be messed with asked, "Are you Fairbank, the owner of this store?"

Although being interrupted by Hela made the old broker very dissatisfied, as a professional broker, he still nodded: "Yes, I just didn't know you were looking for me..."

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

I saw Hela holding a long sword and putting the blade against the old broker's neck. Her expression was arrogant and cold:

"I'll give you two choices. First, I'll kill you. Second, tell me what the refrigerator is."