[Comprehensive] Abuse of slag and cuteness

Thomas' words made Saul feel bad-he jumped around violently, like a kangaroo that stepped on a switch, but in the end he grabbed Thomas' hand angrily: "No! You Can't be with Eduardo - he's got Mark!"

The words made Thomas roll his eyes.

Of course, it is not that Thomas really intends to be with Eduardo, but Eduardo is definitely one of the best reasons he used to get rid of Saul at this time, so he refuted Saul without hesitation: "Or I can be with Saul." What about the three of them?"

"What?!" Sol was completely stunned.

"Don't worry about me too much, Saul, I'd go crazy because you're a control freak if I were your brother - you're you and your brother is your brother, you can't keep doing this - it's like a control freak Crazy... oh no, you're a control freak!" Thomas shook Sol's hand, which made him look very manly, but when it comes to the word "man", no one is as strong as Sol , he is like a cow, still gleaming golden.

Seriously, according to the legend, Sol raised two sheep, but he himself was as strong as a cow. Wouldn't they fight over eating grass?

Of course, before Thomas could finish complaining about this, the loud doorbell rang, and he hurried to open the door—yep, this time even Mark Zuckerberg arrived, with his little follower Banda sting.

Thomas reluctantly let them in.

"Oh my god, are you still a little nobleman in England? A landlord? A rich man? You own such a big house by yourself?" Dustin didn't close his mouth when he entered the door. The hugeness of the place attracted him - not to say that he has never seen a big house, but this is in the center of London where every inch of land is expensive. There is a small building here, with five floors, a basement, a garage and a small yard - Noway!If you count its architectural style in the [-]th century, it is almost comparable to the imperial palace!

Of course, it doesn’t mean that Dustin is not a rich man. You must know that Dustin himself is several days younger than Mark. He is the youngest billionaire—an adult—so, he is surprised now. The problem is not the house but the fact that he didn't know that the "homeless college student" who had been renting at his boss's house turned out to be a rich man.

The rich man Thomas Sharp closed the door: "Eduardo took Pete out to buy dinner, I called him and asked him to buy more... The network in this building is on the left-you can go there, The right side is the study room, which has nothing to do with the Internet." He pointed to the left side, where the stairs on the left lead to the fifth floor, and half of the houses have Internet access, but the other half do not have Internet access.

Maybe special building materials, or paint—Dustin reached out and scratched at the wall, but nothing came out.

"It's not paint. I made a partition and covered the outside with wood. It looks the same as before, but... maybe the usable area has been reduced by a part?" Thomas said, and turned to the storage room at the back to pick up a Red Bull. Come out, "You can find a house for yourself, but you have to tell me which one you choose-there are a lot of houses here."

Too many houses is indeed a big problem.

Being homeless enough to not even have a tent is a big problem, and having too many houses is definitely more of a problem than a big problem because you'll never be able to pack them all.

Just like Thomas, he felt like he would never finish seeing these rooms - one next to the other, every door was the same, every room was so warm... It was like the warm Asgardian sun shining through The windows tinged the room with gold and warmth.

Sol was still immersed in the grief that his younger brother was going to leave with someone else. He was carrying a hammer and wanted to go out to smash something when he ran into Mark. This was a great opportunity-"Mark! The person of the imprint! You must ..."

"Oh! Sol—Thor, I kind of found you, so you're really here—so you're giving up on your brother and going to be with Waldo? God you gotta look at yourself Thor, I'm not talking about you, do you know the fact that your own IQ is only 5? Well you don't know, then do you know how to write the word stupid? Well you don't know...but I have to tell You, Waldo, are mine, mine! I can't have anyone with him—besides, he promised me marriage, so we'll be together, we'll get married, we'll take care of Pete—maybe We'll both have other kids! And you—Noway! No! You don't even have a window!"

Mark said a lot in one breath, almost without a pause.

But what he said was enough to scare Sol for a moment.

Saul listened to the beginning and the end, which means he heard all of Mark's words—so he stretched out his hand to hug Mark, and patted Mark on the back hard: "Man! You really are Great! I love you so much! Yes yes - Eduardo is yours and you two will get married while the others don't even have windows! Great statement! I agree!"

The arrival of Mark made Saul not want to smash things again.

He put back his Mjolnir and turned to Thomas—Loki, his brother.

Now that he has admitted that he is his younger brother, then...does it mean that he did something wrong that made his younger brother unwilling to go home with him?

Saul is not a reflective person, but he is a person who is good at finding the truth.

"So, you said your brother won't go home with you?" The blonde girl in the bar handed Saul a glass of wine, "Then what do you think? Do you want him to go back with you and be your good brother? Or . . . You want to leave him alone—look, how unflattering he is . . . ”

"Don't say that about my brother!" Sol knocked over the wine in her hand—if it wasn't a woman, he would definitely give her a fist, "He is a good man—although he has done many wrong things, but In the end, he died, nearly died, saving people... for saving...! I don't know how he got here, but it's okay- I'll bring him back, he deserves the best, he Worth it!"

"God, you are a brother-in-law! Control freak! Monster!" The woman screamed and threw the wine in his face, turned around and stepped on her eleven-centimeter high heels, and walked away.

Sol looked embarrassed.

He was going to ask about this in a crowded place, but no one can give correct advice, they look like hungry animals and not the kind of good people who can give advice— Nice guy, like Mark.

When he got home, Sol was even more helpless. He sat down in the hall and listened to the laughter from upstairs—he hadn’t heard his brother laugh like this for a long time...his brother...had always laughed like this when he was a child. Very happy, but later, his laughter gradually decreased, and his whole person became gloomy... Even if he laughed, it would make people feel that he was calculating... But Sol knew it wasn't Loki, Loki It wasn't like that before!

What changed him?

Thor shook his head, wanting to find out.

However, it is not so easy to find the answer, at least... It is not so simple for Saul, who has no clue, but sometimes, things are so coincidental-he sees his hammer, and Mu Joel Neal, the humming began in the hall.

Thor's hammer was not just humming, it was also sending out tiny lightning bolts, chirping on his body, and streaming out a series of lights.

Sol walked over, gently, approaching his hammer...

However, as soon as his fingers touched the handle, those tiny little lightnings gathered at his fingertips, and finally, they condensed together and gathered into a crystal—a green, crystal clear crystal.

Thor looked at it...it felt strange to him, familiar, and a little frightening...However, Thor is not afraid of anything, so he took the crystal and held it tightly in his hand- —When he doesn’t know what it is, he has to study it carefully, and for him, studying what something is is means that his hammer will come in handy.

Sol took the crystal, carried Mjolnir, and chose to go to the basement to research what this thing was-yes, only the basement can be used, just like his teammates and those in his family, they will put some Odd things are in the basement, and he needs to do the same.

The basement was gloomy and dark.

Sol found the light switch and turned it on.

It looked chaotic here, with everything, and Asgardian stuff—he was sure Thomas was Loki, and Loki must have put those things in.

He rummaged through some things, and finally cleared a small space for himself, then took out the crystal, ready to give it a good hammer with his Thor's hammer——

The moment his hammer hit, what he didn't know was that Eduardo ran into the basement with Pete - they were originally looking for Sol, because Sol hadn't been seen, and Thomas didn't know why In a coma... Since Eduardo was sure that Thomas was Loki, this also prevented Mark from calling the hospital for an ambulance-so Pete played his early warning expertise and grabbed Eduardo to find Saul, but-

In the blink of an eye, the hammer fell.

In an instant, the light in the basement was dazzling——

"Brother!" A crisp child's voice sounded, and Eduardo saw a black-haired boy running in the field. He was small and looked like a little girl, but he was wearing a medieval-style boy Clothes—and in front of him, was a handsome blond boy who was running fast, his legs swung like train wheels.

"Hurry up, Rocky, Eaton's golden apple orchard is ahead!" The blond boy turned his head and yelled at the black-haired boy. The black-haired boy paused for a moment, and finally he could only shake his head and followed.

And at this moment, several huge shepherd dogs ran out, and the blond boy turned around and ran, but he couldn't outrun the shepherd dogs——the black-haired boy looked like he was about to cry, so he had to hug the blond Boys... When the camera turned, the blond one-eyed old man punished the two boys. He raised the scepter in his hand: "Loki, don't say any more—Sol is your brother, how can you put everything together?" Give it all back to him? I will sentence you to a one-month ban! Saul, you can only go to the coaching field, you are not allowed to go to other places, and you are not allowed to leave the Lightning Palace for half a step!"

The black-haired boy wanted to explain with red eyes, but he was held in his arms by a pair of gentle hands, and the previous grievances seemed to disappear—while the blond boy still smiled heartlessly, as if he had not been punished .

what are these?

Eduardo caught something in a panic in the mist—he doubted what he saw!