I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Saul's honeymoon period is over.

He is broken in love.

It has to be said that as a species with a lifespan of thousands of years, it is called a god.

Saul's ability to develop a relationship into just one year is also impressive.

"You drank all the drinks in that bar."

John looked at Saul in his manor with a headache.

If Basil hadn't flown over, he wouldn't have known that a drunkard had broken into his house.

"Isn't it Jane who dumped you?"

Saul retorted, "We are throwing each other around."

"Okay," John asked Thor as he sat him down, "so how long do you plan to be depressed?"

"We had a great time."

Sol, who was out of touch with the horse, was immersed in his wonderful years.

There they are happy every day.

Sleeping together, sleeping together on the sofa, sleeping together in the open air, oh, and watching the stars together.

But over time, because of the busyness of the two, the love born from the distance also began to conflict because of the distance.

He is a superhero, Thor, and an Avenger. He needs to protect the world and maintain this fragile planet.

Terrorists, extreme lunatics, mad scientists.

There are always some people in this world who think that old age and death are not enough and are looking for excitement.

Jane Fortes is also busy.

As an excellent astrophysicist, she needs to attend some academic occasions and chase celestial phenomena around the world.

Neither party is happy to be quiet, and their pursuits conflict.

It also makes the time spent together becoming less and less.

Jane can't give up her research for Sol, and Sol can't give up protecting the world for Jane.

Over time, conflicts between the two parties broke out.

Saul was dumped.

No, according to what he said, they dumped each other.

Sol was very sad, but he couldn't save her.

Because Jane has flown to other countries to conduct research.

He can only find his best friend on earth.

When John heard him say that he was his best friend, his expression was strange, and he hesitated, "I thought you were going to say Stark, or Captain America, or something like that."

"What did you say?" Sol said in surprise, "Of course you are my best friend."

"We are friends, John, and you have been to Asgard with me and lived with me in Asgard."

Thor said gratefully, "You saved my mother, helped Jane, and prevented the Aether from destroying the Nine Realms at the critical moment."

"You also taught Loki a lesson, even though he died later," Thor looked dim for a moment, thinking of his brother, and mourned for a few seconds.

"Aren't we still friends?"

Listening to these words, John was speechless. He was speechless.

He didn't realize it himself, but he seemed to have helped Thor a lot without knowing it.

It's just that he didn't have this intention.

"I'm actually a good person?" John was shocked when he came to the conclusion.

Saul came to John to complain because of his lovelorn relationship.

Especially when he heard that Thor was very sad about Loki's death, John's expression became strange.

Did he know that Loki was not dead and had taken him back to Asgard?

I just don’t know what Loki said to make Thor, the stupid second brother, believe in his death.

Saul eloped for love and was dumped again.

The dignified prince of Asgard is indeed a bit miserable.

To Thor, who was covering his face on the sofa, John felt that the black tea did not seem to match the scene in front of him.

He silently snapped his fingers. Sol, who was still feeling sad, suddenly felt a scent of fragrance in his nose.

He looked down and saw that the black tea in his hand had turned into a high-end wine glass.

The gold color is like molten gold, exuding a strong aroma of wine.

Sol had always liked drinking. Seeing this, his original sadness was temporarily put aside.

Instead, he moved his index finger.

He took a sip of wine, and a simple and honest smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hmm -" After drinking it in one gulp, the pores on his limbs opened up, making him feel as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring in winter.

"This is no worse than Asgard's thousand-year-old wine."

Sol couldn't wait to take another sip, and immediately felt relaxed.

Even the power within the body is rising.

"What kind of wine is this?" Sol choked it out in one gulp and threw the cup down.

This is Asgard's tribute to fine wine.

Unfortunately, the cup bounced momentarily when it hit the ground, and then flew up again and floated in the air.

"Stars." John reached out to take the wine glass with nostalgia in his eyes.

In his hand, golden liquid gushed out of the wine glass.

"This is a wine brewed with pure magic." Passing the wine glass to Thor, John chuckled, "We are friends, Thor."

Saul took it, raised his glass like John, and shouted: "We are friends!"

Suffocated again.

His head felt as if it had been hit with a hammer, and his brain was buzzing.

With his head thrown back, he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

John looked at the wine glass silently, "I almost forgot, the longer this stuff passes, the thicker it becomes."

Magically fermented wine doesn't care whether you are a god or not.

Under the stars, Thor's sullen attitude would be strange if he didn't get drunk.

Putting away the wine glass, John clapped his hands.

The four legs of the sofa began to move, and they climbed up the stairs to the second floor.

Sol got a good night's sleep on the sofa, so good that his skin glowed with a thin layer of light.

Probably the magic power was leaking out.

John was also curious about how much magic power he had condensed into the stars that he had not drank in these years.

Thor placed Mjolnir at the door. John stared at the hammer for a while, but still did not touch it.

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new York.

Mrs. Wick stood in front of the large transparent floor-to-ceiling window, holding a bone china teacup in her hand, sipping English black tea elegantly.

Looking downstairs, there is a lot of traffic, and people are as busy as worker ants.

Life is so simple and boring.

Moss secretly observed this behavior, thought about it for a long time, and finally came to a 'really elegant' conclusion.

The metal bear with the camera on its head shifted its attention to another target.

The little brown bear used the table as a stage, looked at the TV with his hands on his hips, and started to do his own twisting dance.

It's obviously Tom and Jerry playing on the TV, but it can always find the rhythm among those funny sound effects.

Ariana has been a little on edge lately.

She sat in front of the computer, her toes under the table curling and spreading restlessly.

On the screen is a newly created folder.

There is a zero-byte document inside.

According to moss observation, this folder has been created for more than two weeks.

Ariana frowned and racked her brains, but there was still nothing to write.

As a freelance writer, her articles have always been designed to reflect local situations.

Because she spent this time at home, she had nothing to write about.

Superhero titles are everywhere these days.

There is even a special superhero column that collects submissions for superhero events.

Currently, the three most popular heroes in the column are Iron Man, Thor, and the urban legend-like avenger.

The first two are easy to understand, but the third appears in many places.

Some people said it was a black uncle wearing a leather jacket.

Some people also say that he was a chivalrous taxi driver.

In short, there are no photos on the Internet, but many people know that there is such a person.

He upholds justice, no matter how powerful or wealthy the other party is.

As long as civilians are harmed, the avenger will sound that person's death knell.

His behavior is not the most noble, but it is the one that makes ordinary people feel safe the most.

Because he is the only chance for ordinary people to get revenge when facing those arrogant underground bosses or criminal bosses.

In addition, the combination of Miracle Son and Hell's Kitchen Devil on the external network are also quite popular.

There are also people who collect photos of superheroes to learn superhero behavior.

Ariana wasn't interested in that; she was more interested in covering regional news during tumultuous times.

But there is no way to blend in at home.

After two and a half hours of thinking.

Ariana decided she wanted to work!

She ran down from the second floor barefoot.

The little bear who was doing the bear dance saw this and ran up the handrail in a tacit understanding.

A man and a bear passed each other.

The little bear ran to the room and opened the pocket on his belly. A suction force came from inside, and the storm sucked in all kinds of luggage and folded it during the flight.

After finishing everything, the little bear turned in the air for two and a half times, landed on the ground with both feet and reached the first floor smoothly without splashing.

It turned its head and glanced at Moss, who was looking at it suspiciously with a red dot on. It tilted its head as if it was thinking.

next second.

Ariana was already at the door, ready to leave. Little Bear took three steps at a time with moss in his hand, jumped up on his shoulders and sat down.

The moss was slightly deformed when pinched, but fortunately it was a fluid like mercury.

"Mom, I'm going out."

Ariana went out in a rage.

Mrs. Wick watched her daughter off gracefully and with a smile.

Putting down the cup, she waved her forearms a few times to say goodbye to Ariana.

Poor Watson, he diligently drives the luxury cars piled in the corner like garbage by his son to another garage every day.

He counted the number and found that his car was missing a few cars.

There was no time to feel sad, and as soon as he came up, he heard his daughter saying goodbye to her old mother and leaving.

Old father Watson was petrified on the spot.

"Why do my children like to go out?"

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