Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Night, hotel rooftop.

The sofa, lounge chair, and coffee table were removed and replaced with a long black table with a chair on each side.

The energy-saving lamps were removed and replaced with old-fashioned incandescent lamps, and the dim lights illuminated the surroundings.

The fireplace was blazing, and the fiery red light became the most conspicuous part of the roof, and the crackling sound echoed in the silent night sky.

On one side of the long table, Luck was sitting on a chair, his head slightly lowered, holding two slender objects in his right hand and moving them up and down.

Line-like objects are constantly rolling on the plate, and the aroma of the food floats into the distance with the breeze.

Lak took a sip and couldn't help but praise the chef's craftsmanship. At the same time, he felt the fragrance in the air blowing away with the wind and said with a smile:

"I don't know which unlucky kid is going to cry because of it tonight, I hope you don't blame me, haha."

"Soo So... So So..."

"Suso... Suo..."

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a gray light flew out of the shadows. It was fast and hidden, and it was difficult to detect in the dim light.

Lak was lowering his head and chatting, but he didn't seem to notice the attack coming.

Just when the man in the dark thought it was nothing more than that, the chopsticks flew a little higher in the air, and golden light flew out and condensed into sharp arrows.

The two collided, and the golden arrow knife cut the tofu, breaking the gray light from it, and flew into the darkness unabated.

"Whoosh!"

The golden arrow flew out of the rooftop with a long tail flame, unimpeded along the way, without hitting the target.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The moment the tail flame disappeared, more light followed, and the fountain, the flower bed, the long table, and the sky surrounded the figure on the long table in all directions.

The sneak attack failed, and this time the man in the dark switched the light back to bright white.

"So Suo..."

Lak slurped his mouth in an unhurried manner, only seeing the large white porcelain bowl in front of him, and his hand holding the chopsticks was calm and flexible.

The most important thing is to use life to truly interpret cooked rice.

The light arrived in an instant and gathered together to form a circle of white light, illuminating Lark's entire body for a foot.

He moved!

The thumbs were frivolous, the two chopsticks merged into one, and the arms moved to hit the rays one after another at lightning speed.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Sparks bloomed from the top of the head, the right side, the back, and the left side.

The brilliant colors are like a grand fireworks show on the dim rooftop.

And Lak is an angel living in the sky, who is satisfied with the performance of mortals and waves his blessings.

"puff!"

The last light went out, and there was silence in the darkness. No one came out.

It seems that they are still planning to wait for an opportunity.

Lark's eyes scanned the surroundings with golden light. This skill failed for the first time, and Loki was not found.

It seems that the title of Asgard's second magician is not in vain.

For the sake of prank, all the talent points are in the magician skill tree.

"It's not rude to come and go, since you don't want to come out, then I can only do it myself."

Lak put down his chopsticks, tapped the ground with his right foot under the table, and the rich golden light spread wildly around the floor tiles in a circular shape.

"Ding!"

The fireplace was the closest, and the golden light spread along the wall. The firewood, the blackened interior, and the old-fashioned chimney were all dyed golden.

At the same time, the bottom of the opposite fountain was also plated with gold.

The sudden change scared the two koi fish, one red and one white, wandering around the lotus.

With a flick of the little tail, two bubbles popped up and disappeared without a trace.

The golden light continued to spread, covering 90% of the rooftop in the blink of an eye, and stopped at the entrance.

Lark murmured in a low voice: "He's not here?"

"Despicable mortal, it seems that your strength is not very good!"

The brilliance flashed across the long table. Loki was wearing a long woolen coat with a scarf on his chest.

The dark style makes him look even more evil.

As expected, the right hand holds the spiritual scepter.

Lark looked away from the scepter, picked up a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, looked towards the fountain, and said with a smile:

"Really, look what that is."

"Ok?"

Loki turned his head in doubt, and saw the golden light covered the roof, scattered with green lights,

There are them on fences, flowerbeds, entrances, fountains, and even on the foreheads of statues.

Among them, the green light along the edge of the fence is the most eye-catching, and it circles an S shape from the entrance and stops opposite the long table.

"I didn't expect the famous god of pranksters to be so good at it. Disrespect and disrespect."

Lark raised his wine glass and saluted with a smile.

Loki raised his feet, and the soles of his leather shoes were stained with a layer of potion.

This means that he has been exposed from the moment he stepped onto the rooftop.

"Shet!"

He cursed in a low voice and released the spell with his right hand to remove the potion, then put down his feet, and taunted back:

"I didn't expect that the famous Guardian of the Night would actually use such a low-level method."

"Thank you for the compliment. I was originally skeptical about this plan, but now it seems that I need to increase investment.

Guys who can hide are the most annoying. "

Lak narrowed his eyes, with an open-minded and teachable expression.

Loki: "..."

I endure, I endure, I endure.

I'll clean you up after a major event is done... Loki adjusted his mentality, took out a book and threw it on the table.

Seeing that the name is impressively "On How to Be a Monarch - Rocky Edition" that Lark lost at the beginning.

He folded his arms: "Tell me, what did you mean by deliberately throwing this book to me at Hammer Base?"

Rocky was still a little angry when he said this. When he was in New Mexico, he relied on no one to find him, and he pulled the hammer and picked up books secretly.

The results of it?

Good guy, there's a shadow king hiding in the opposite.

Not only did he watch the show the whole time, but also cooperated with him in performing a wave of lust?

Playing the long game to catch the big fish?

He couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while, but it was right that he was in a terrible mood anyway.

Why does my back feel cold? Could it be that someone is planning to plot against me!

Lark clenched his chopsticks and scanned the rooftop with vigilant eyes. He suddenly realized when he saw Loki facing him with a face on his face.

Oh.

It is you!

That's fine.

"Don't worry, let's open the skylight and speak plainly."

Lark opened the portal, put the plate and chopsticks in, and then took out two teacups.

With a feint of his right hand, an old-fashioned teapot appeared in his hand, clear tea poured into the cup, and the fragrance filled the rooftop.

"Grumble."

"Grumble."

When it was % full, Lark stopped his movements, pushed the cup with one hand, and the cup crossed the long table and stopped in front of Loki.

"How about trying my tea."

Rocky's nose moved slightly, his surprise flashed, and then he continued to keep a straight face:

"Rubbish!"

"Ha ha."

Lark raised the tea cup and took a slow sip. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers in Loki's doubtful eyes.

"Snapped!"

"Crack-knock-"

The sky "cracked" in response, the glass curtain wall covering the roof collapsed, and countless prismatic fragments fell, reflecting colorful light.

Gorgeous and dangerous.

Loki subconsciously grasped the spiritual scepter with his right hand, looked up at the "flower rain" all over the sky, and lost his voice:

"Mirror space!"

When did he set it up?

Before coming?

Or after coming?

He is just an ordinary courtyard man, why is he so proficient in magic at such a young age,

I have lived to a dog for thousands of years... what have I been doing! ! !

Loki sighed silently, remembering the question in the book about the old king's reluctance to pass on the throne:

"Is your strength comparable to the old king, or your brothers and sisters?"

If you can beat him, you can directly kill your father and brother, and you will be done with the throne! 』

After a long time, he regained his composure, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked for the second time:

"Tell me, why did you ask me to come to you on purpose?"