I Am Not Really Related

Two days later, Cairo.

When Saul and others got off the plane, Dr. Eric began to talk to himself non-stop, "I must be crazy! Why did I come all the way to Egypt with a psychopath with delusional disorder!"

The eyes full of resentment could not help but lock on Jane who was curious about everything and smiled at Sol.

After all, even he had to admit it, regardless of the mental problem.

The man who calls himself Saul is really handsome, very masculine, like a walking male hormone, the most important thing is that he is very in line with Jane's aesthetics, and Jane's last relationship fell through.

Well, to put it simply, Jane fell on Sol's body!

Beautiful country girls are so daring to love and hate, and dare to express their psychological and physical needs.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about, unlike in Asia where once a relationship occurs, they will always subconsciously think that the woman is at a disadvantage, and the man has taken such a big advantage.

But in fact, the person who took advantage is not necessarily who it is!

After complaining for a long time, I found that Sol and the others who were talking and laughing were about to disappear, so Dr. Eric chased after him in a panic.

"Hey, wait for me!"

"Doctor, are you still there?"

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Fuck!

Dog men and women!

Walking out of the airport, Dr. Eric, who followed quickly, was still muttering unhappily, "I'm absolutely crazy to believe that the brother of a delusional, mentally abnormal guy is the king of Egypt. I even bought a plane ticket to fly here, I am absolutely crazy, absolutely.”

"Uh, maybe it's not Saul who's crazy, but us?"

Daisy Louise, who has always been a little transparent assistant, stopped at some point, and said in a daze.

"What?"

Dr. Eric looked up inexplicably, and then he was stupid!

A whole Rolls-Royce convoy was neatly parked outside. The bodyguards in suits and leather shoes stood in a row. The leader was an Arab with a turban on his head and a sign in his hand.

It read: You are welcome, my brother Sol!

Among them, the word Saul was enlarged and bolded a little, for fear that others would not see it.

"Fuck!"

Although the modal particles are different, after seeing this scene, Dr. Eric and others probably felt the same way, almost the same.

Among them, Dr. Eric muttered to himself: "It's not Saul who is crazy, nor us, but this world is too crazy!"

Who would have thought that after dialing that satellite phone number, there would be such an unexpected surprise? !

Looking at it this way, even if Sol's brother is not the king of Egypt, he must be a powerful and wealthy person.

And the king or something, how is it possible!

It must be the latter.

Maybe it's because Saul, a nervous guy, misunderstood something. After all, misunderstandings caused by writing wrong words often happen.

"Saul, did you say that those people outside were really sent by your brother to pick us up?" Jane was a little worried.

After all, as an academic staff, it is still relatively rare to see such a big scene, let alone use it on yourself, uh, the people around you.

On the contrary, Saul, who is used to scenes ten times and a hundred times bigger than this, didn't feel anything wrong at all, and he didn't show timidity at all. He said directly, "If you ask in the past, you will know."

That's right, even the name is the same, it can't be such a coincidence, someone with the same name and surname must be on the same flight.

With three restless weak chickens, Sol walked over with his head held high, and said bluntly: "I am the son of Odin, Thor of Thor! It is my brother Ocean and"

Speaking of this, Sol suddenly got stuck, because he remembered that this is Midgard where mortals live, and he should also do as the Romans do.

So he changed his words halfway: "Are you my brother Zhenyang Agor Doom sent to pick me up?"

The Arab who held the sign at the head immediately bowed respectfully when he heard it, "Welcome, the great Thor. Your Majesty the True Sun has already prepared for you to take the wind and wash away the dust, and please get on the bus. Next, the I, Faisal ibn Abdul, the most loyal servant of His Majesty the Sun, will lead you to the palace where His Majesty the Sun is."

Saul was very happy when he heard this, and patted the guy on the shoulder, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go, I can't wait to see my beloved brother!"

Smiling happily, Sol picked a car at random and got in.

Seeing this, Jane and the others followed immediately, for fear of being left behind.

Obviously, at this point, even a fool can see that Sol's brother is not simple.

Could it be that magic sticks are more popular here?

Of course, Dr. Eric only dared to think about this disrespectful statement.

If he dared to say it in public, it is estimated that Sol would not need to do anything, and these bodyguards would have to shoot him.

The more people have faith, the less they will allow others to slander them.

In the car, in a wide space.

Sol took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, opened the lid and blew on the bottle, that was an elation!

He is not stupid, how could he not feel the skepticism of Dr. Eric and others before.

Even using half-belief and half-doubt to describe it is the result of beautification. To put it bluntly, it is to treat him as a crazy man who talks nonsense!

If Jane hadn't been speaking for him, he wouldn't even have gotten to Egypt.

"Saul, isn't your brother really the king of Egypt?" Jane couldn't help asking at this moment.

It's like there is a bragging guy next to you who brags that he and Ma Yun are brothers every day, and is laughed at every day.

As a result, one day, Ma Yun really came by helicopter

Just two words, outrageous!

Sol shook his head and said, "I don't know too well, but it should be about the same."

Sol didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all. As a powerful true god, he came to a small place in the lower realm to be the king, that can be described as condescending!

No way, this is a problem of vision.

Even if Sol doesn't have the slightest bit of divine power now, as long as he is given a little time, he can still flourish.

The poor mix now just shows that Thor hasn't changed his mind yet, and hasn't been able to break free from Thor's former glory.

Or he is not willing to admit this fact!

"Then how old is your brother? Is he handsome? Is he easy to get along with? Is he married? It depends on what I do! I'm just curious." Next, said with a guilty conscience.