In American Comics, My Wife Is Godking Hela

Being spoiled by Charles' inexplicable investigation, Su Bai will naturally not stay at the banquet anymore.

After saying goodbye to Tony, he drove to Drenjet.

When I got home, I found Hela was still asleep.

The exquisite figure is looming in the silky and delicate velvet quilt, and the willow eyebrows on the beautiful face are tightly frowned.

As if dreaming of something bad.

He quietly walked to the bed and sat aside.

Gently brush Hela's long hair behind Gao Tingqiong's nose behind her ears.

Only then did Hela's eyebrows slightly stretch out.

Seeing this scene, Su Bai's bad mood immediately calmed down a lot.

He quietly looked at Hela who was sleeping, and thoughts rose in his heart.

What happened just now also made him understand, in the dark and intricate world of Marvel.

If you want to protect the happiness in front of you, live in peace.

Then you must never trust anyone.

Even facing someone like himself who doesn't have too many conflicts of interest, Charles would do such despicable things.

Not to mention those enemies lurking in the dark and watching?

This also refreshed Su Bai's view of Charles again.

It appears that Mutant's demise was truly self-inflicted.

Wanton use of powers, but eager to be understood.

There is hidden power capable of destroying the world in the future, but it tells the ants on the ground, don't be afraid, we just want to live in peace with you.

Can ants believe it?

Perhaps it is best to destroy it when it is weak.

If Su Bai stood from the perspective of a ruler, he would not allow Mutant to grow wildly.

And when conditions permit, it will be eradicated at all costs.

In essence, they are born with Awakening abilities and they are no longer in the category of ordinary humans.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

Let alone such a powerful, uncontrollable race?

No one would trust their destiny to a future beyond their control.

Thinking of this, Su Bai shook his head.

Not to mention the Marvel world, even the world before crossing is the same.

After thinking it over, Su Bai sat on the desk next to the bed and wrote the manuscript, accompanying Hela.

The pen tip touched the paper, and the rhythmic white noise not only did not wake Hela up, but made her sleep more soundly.

In the room, apart from the sound of paper and pen rubbing, there is also the sound of Hela's delicate breathing.

The faint fragrance of her body permeated the surroundings.

It was getting dark outside the window.

No matter how many times he faces this silence, Su Bai will never get bored.

On the contrary, he really enjoyed this feeling.

But after a while, I saw that Hela still didn't wake up

Su Bai put down the pen in his hand, frowning tightly.

The worry in his eyes grew stronger.

It's so abnormal.

Hela went to bed early last night, but judging by the layout of the room.

She hasn't woken up since she went out this morning.

She yelled several times in the middle, but she just hummed softly in response, but she never opened her eyes.

In total, I slept for more than ten hours.

"The narcolepsy is getting worse, what is the reason?"

Su Bai murmured in a low voice.

But what he didn't know was that at the moment Hela, who was sleeping, flashed the picture of killing constantly in his mind.

The world is enveloped by a green energy with a strong destructive aura.

There is an air of despair everywhere.

In the dream, she couldn't control her body at all.

Frightened and resigned, the spear in hand pierces through countless faceless enemies.

And pick it up high.

There were screams one after another beside my ears.

Her hands were covered with blood and innocent souls.

However, despite this, she still heard herself laugh wildly and evilly, as if she was enjoying the killing.

This laughter is like an order.

Suddenly, a large number of giant beasts with terrifying fangs appeared behind her, rushing towards the people in front.

Then there was a bloodbath, limbs and arms were broken, and blood was drifting.

She could even clearly smell the extremely strong smell of blood spreading in the air.

As if, this is the real scene.

Terrible to be faced with such a disgusting taste.

Her consciousness told her that she should feel that this was extremely sweet.

And revel in it!

Although the picture is not clear, and it is fleeting.

But every flicker makes the green energy in Hela's body more vigorous.

The color that represents new life, but the breath of death surges, becoming more and more intense!

As if about to break out of the shell.

In her mind, a voice similar to her kept echoing.

As persuasive as a devil whispers.

"Hela, what are you afraid of?"

"What did you forget?"

"Hear their jubilation of joy, they are waiting for us."

"Bring a killing feast to this world."

.........

Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.

While Su Bai was thinking hard about how to solve Hela's narcolepsy.

Obadiah's death scene.

All useful clues were collected by the people of S.H.I.E.L.D, which seemed very clean.

Whoever came here couldn't connect it to a murder.

The windows were closed tightly, but the curtains lifted a corner automatically without wind.

A puff of black smoke filled the room.

After wandering around, it gradually transformed into a human form in the middle.

If Hela was here, she would be able to recognize it at a glance.

The person who came was Hela's mentor in the church, Asaga Harkness.

Agatha wore a black robe with a purple silk waistcoat on her shoulders.

Her lake-like azure blue eyes scanned the layout of the room with a desire to find out.

Then he closed his eyes and murmured a witch spell in his mouth.

As he waved his hand, a large amount of black mist appeared in the air out of thin air, surging and covering the scene of death.

The black mist penetrated into every corner of the scene, as if looking for something.

After perception for a while, her eyes suddenly opened.

A breath related to the murderer was drawn out of the surging black mist.

Following her actions, the surroundings of the room receded like a tide.

Agatha's eyes twinkled with interest.

She felt this breath carefully, this breath could help her find the whereabouts of the real murderer!

"Interesting, I think. It won't be long before I find you."

After pondering for a while, she whispered in her characteristic low voice.

The corners of the mouth, as if stained with deep red lip gloss, were slightly raised.

He raised his hand, pulled out a thin line out of thin air, and drew a circle.

A Magic ball is outlined.

After completing these, Agatha's body turned into black mist again and dissipated in the room.

The curtain moved slightly again, other than that, it seemed that no one had ever stepped here.

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