Sona’s extraordinary life at Marvel

"I'm going to twist your head off and use it as a bowler!"

"******"

All kinds of vulgar abuse followed, and the prisoners seemed to have found an outlet for their emotions.

"What on earth did you do that was so outrageous?" Quill thought that his ability to offend people was already very powerful, but he didn't expect that Gamora could completely crush him in this aspect.

"I told you, she's 'reputable', you're a frog in the well." Rocket explained, mocking Quill's ignorance.

"The prisoners here have more or less had their homes destroyed by Thanos or Ronan. Gamora will probably not survive for two days if she comes in like this."

"Won't the guards protect her?"

"They only care whether we escape or not, who cares about life and death here?" Rocket, a frequent visitor to the prison, knows these rules very well. Unless you give the guards enough money, this place will become a more absurd and bloody place outside the law.

Sona couldn't help but frown after hearing this, what kind of prison is this?

In Demacia, the rules inside the prison are even harsher than the laws outside, so prisoners will basically not commit crimes again after they are released from prison.

Although the laws related to magic are somewhat outrageous, and the forced imprisonment of magicians has been a long-standing criticism of Demacia, Sona still feels that such prisons are valuable to reform those who have made mistakes.

In fact, this really cannot be blamed on the Nova Corps. This group of cosmic prisoners comes from different star fields and was caught only after committing crimes within the scope of Xandar's management. In their words, these people are just a bunch of cosmic garbage.

Who has nothing to waste time and effort trying to influence a bunch of people? It is already good that Xandar provides food and energy to Klin Prison out of humanitarianism.

The surrounding prisoners came closer one after another, surrounding Sona and the others, and they were all ready to make a move, but no one dared to take the lead.

Are you considered an accomplice?

Judging from this position, they do seem to be in the same group.

Sona was a little helpless. Although it was annoying to be involved in such a dispute, she still expected Rocket and Quill to escape from prison. It was not good to let go of the relationship now.

A blue-skinned Dor-eared man stood in front of Quill. He held his chin with his thick palm and moved it left and right, as if inspecting something.

"You must be very delicious, pretty boy, I'm going to eat you!" The foul smell from the mouth of the Dorian Star rushed into Quill's nose, making him feel his stomach churn.

"You'd better mean it literally." The expression on Quill's face was ugly. If "eat" was what he understood, then he would rather swim naked in space.

"Don't worry, this Gannavian jam will be very delicious if you dip it in it." The Dorian star grinned widely, like an oversized shoe sole that had been glued open.

Although his life was still in danger, Quill was inexplicably relieved.

Groot slowly stepped forward, quickly raised his right hand, and inserted two branch fingers into the Dor-eared man's thick nostrils accurately.

The branches grew crazily, lifting the 300 kilograms of Dorians off the ground.

The huge pain caused the muscular man, who was about three meters tall, to wail in pain, making the scalps of those around him numb.

"I'm only going to say it once! This guy is our trophy. Before you decide to grab it, you should weigh your own weight first!" Rocket shouted to a crowd of onlookers. He knew too much about this kind of prison rules. .

If you want to reduce trouble in prison, you must first find an unlucky guy to establish your authority.

Groot threw his hand and threw the wailing Dor-eared man to the ground, and imitated Rocket and shouted to the people around him: "I am Groot!"

This move obviously frightened most of the people, and the prisoners who had been ready to move suddenly became like birds and beasts and scattered.

If the plan hadn't been discussed before, the Rockets wouldn't have cared about Quill's life or death.

Quill was also a person who knew current affairs, and immediately added "I am theirs.", and then hurriedly followed Rocket and Groot who left.

Although there were many prisoners screaming at Gamora, no one dared to go directly to trouble her.

In comparison, Sona looked like she had "easy to bully" written all over her face.

The three Logosans, who were blinded by lust, surrounded Sona who was alone. They smiled obscenely and wanted to come up and do something.

Although people of different races have different aesthetic values, one thing is the same in the universe’s positive judgment of female creatures.

Of course, the bigger the better.

"Hey, do we really not need to worry about her?" Quill was a little worried about Sona's situation, but he, an unarmed ordinary person, certainly couldn't save the beauty heroically, so he was trying to persuade Rocket.

"Hmph, just sit down and wait to watch the show." Rocket knew what was happening without looking back, and couldn't help but sneered.

It doesn't care about Sona because it has four billion points, so it doesn't take two hundred million into consideration, but it clearly knows how troublesome these two hundred million are.

Even if it were to catch a dozen Quills, it would be easier than snatching the piano from that witch.

"Hey, hey, little girl, do you want to play games with our third brother?" A standard gangster's speech, nothing new at all.

For this kind of person, Sona didn't even bother to show her disgust, she just stretched out her finger, letting the power of the runes condense on her fingertips, and a blue beam of light emerged.

The light blue light was very dazzling in the dimly lit prison. In just an instant, the three Logosans were frozen into ice sculptures, with ugly smiles still on their faces. Their brains may not even have responded. come over.

When the people around saw this scene, they seemed to be frozen and fell into silence.

What method is this? Everyone couldn't help but wonder, and more importantly, fear.

The glacier-amplified freezing ray, with Sona's adjustment, should freeze them for a day and a night.

As for killing them? Yes, but not necessary.

Sona still instinctively resists the taking of life. She always believes that the ability to kill does not mean the right to kill.

But if they still don't repent later, Sona doesn't mind helping the universe clean up the garbage.

Sona couldn't be like Rocket, who could shout a few words to warn people around her, but no one thought that this little girl looked so harmless anymore.

"A very practical ability." Gamora stepped forward and knocked the ice cube. It was so strong that she was a little surprised. This changed her first impression of Sona.

I originally thought it was just a rich lady who sneaked out, but I didn't expect that a simple finger could be so powerful!

The magician is by my side!

The thoughtful Gamora immediately wanted to draw Sona into the team to deal with Ronan. Facing the Kree fanatic, having a strong teammate would increase the chance of winning.

"Come with me and find a place without flies." Gamora invited her.

Butcher, executioner, murderer.

These prisoners had a lot of labels for Gamora, and Rocket had also emphasized Gamora's reputation before, which made Sona hesitate.

Feeling Sona's hesitation, Gamora quickly understood what was going on. There was no expression on her face, but she felt helpless in her heart.

It is true that he has helped Thanos kill many people, but Gamora has never killed innocent or weak people. Most of them were assassinations that used violence to counter violence.

Even if she disobeys Thanos's orders, Gamora will not let her sword be stained with sin.

It's a pity that only she knows this in her heart. In the eyes of outsiders, Gamora has always been the fierce and cruel killer, the adopted daughter of the Mad Titan Thanos, and the accomplice of the culprit who destroyed their homeland.

Sona's behavior couldn't be more normal.

It doesn't matter, she has long been used to this kind of loneliness.

Gamora turned around and walked up to the room on the second floor. Just as she was about to close the metal door, she found that Sona had been following her silently.

"you…"

Sona responded to Gamora's surprise with a smile, and at the same time communicated with her through telepathy.

“A person’s appearance can be deceiving, but her soul cannot.”

An ethereal voice sounded in Gamora's mind. After being stunned for a few seconds, she was sure that it was Sona who was transmitting thoughts to her.

Even though she was covered in revenge and pain, Sona could still see the gentle light deep in Gamora's soul.

He may not be a good person, but he is definitely not as cold-blooded as others describe him to be.

Like...Natasha?

The first time someone treated her with kindness, Gamora didn't know what to say, and her nervous reaction was like that of a little girl.

On the first floor outside the metal door, a shirtless bald man was looking through the glass at the room Gamora entered.

Looking at the backs of the two girls, he got hard.

It's a hard fist.

(I will take a model test next week, so I may not be able to change it)

Volume One: Chapter 162 Night Performance

I don’t know if it’s night or not, but everyone is asleep.

Sona was sitting alone on the upper bunk bed, leaning her head against the wall, holding her knees with her hands, looking depressed.

The environment was really bad. The bed was as cold and hard as an iron plate. How could I possibly sleep?

No, it's just an iron plate!

Gamora fell asleep quickly. As she said, compared with her previous environment, the prison was like paradise.

Having grown up under Thanos' training, she wished she could go to jail on her own initiative.

At least sleep as long as you want.

However, Sona obviously didn't think so.

Why is it that the day has not come yet... She complained in her heart, Sona twisted her hair around her fingers, curled it into a long tube and then let it go, repeating it many times to pass the time.

In the absence of a clock, セ is her timing prop. If セ appears, it means that twenty-four hours have passed.

Forget it, let's go for a walk, my legs are numb.

Thinking that she couldn't sleep anyway, Sona decided to take a tour of this so-called maximum security prison. At least it was better than sitting in bed in a daze.

Using the levitation technique to gently get out of bed, without disturbing the sleeping Gamora, Sona carefully walked out of the door and chose to explore upwards.

In a corner not far away, a prisoner saw Sona walking out of the room. He quickly slapped his sleeping companion awake and whispered: "The witch is out."

Mohawk, who was originally confused, suddenly woke up and quickly took out two stone knives from the box on the side. After bribing the guards, he got his weapons.

"Before she comes back, do it quickly!" Mohawk called his two younger brothers again, and the four of them sneaked into the room where Gamora was.

It was obvious that they were here to seek revenge, but they were afraid of the magic Sona had shown before, so they didn't dare to take action in advance.

No matter how strong Gamora is, she is just an ordinary person with relatively good physical fitness. Even if she cannot defeat them, she can still run away.

But Sona's magic is different. It can freeze people into popsicles in an instant. With such a weird method and such fast blue light, they don't think they can run faster than light.

What's more, who knows what the witch's trump card is? If he offended her, he might not even know how he died.

Anyone who can get into this prison has some skills. When Gamora noticed that someone was coming in, she had no time to react, and her arms were grabbed by two younger brothers, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Take it to the bathroom and deal with it. Don't make it dirty here." Blake is not a germophobe, but if the cell is stained with blood, the guards will cause trouble for him.

Gamora gritted her teeth and glared at the few unruly young people around her, trying her best to break away. Blake saw this and punched Gamora in the stomach, causing her to temporarily lose strength.

"Gkd! Idiot!" Mohawk cursed at the dazed younger brother, then turned around and headed to the prison bathroom.

Before being taken away, Gamora glanced at the bed above and did not find Sona.

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She was a little glad at first that Sona was not dragged down by her, and then she was a little worried. After all, missing in this prison was not a good thing.

The noise caused by the four Blakes was not small, and many sleeping prisoners were woken up, but most of them were not even interested in joining in the fun. They just took a look and fell asleep.

But a certain nosy star prince is obviously an exception.

Quill saw a group of people escorting Gamora to the bathroom. He felt bad and quickly got up and left the room.

"Hey, Quill, what are you going to do?" Rocket didn't know what happened and followed him out.

...

Kline Prison is a cosmic space facility built on an aging planet. Thanks to the fact that there is an old star around it, its day and night are not simulated by technology.

Sona walked all the way up, and she gradually discovered that the farther up she went, the stranger the style of the cell became.

Maybe it's because the higher up the prison hierarchy, the richer they are, allowing them to occupy private cells and obtain some harmless decorations.

There's the heavy metal skull style, there's the pink girl style, and... forget it, Sona really has a hard time talking about that style.

Although she had heard about it before, when she saw it for the first time, she still felt that the universe was so vast.

It's annoying to the eyes.

In order to prevent herself from being mentally polluted again, Sona thought it was better not to explore upwards anymore. Who knows what curious prisoners there might be up there.

As she was walking down, Sona's mind moved and she noticed something. She took a step back slightly, and the surrounding space fluctuated. A golden and gorgeous guqin appeared out of thin air and fell into Sona's hands.

Phew~ It’s finally here.

Although even without セ, the prisoners in the prison could not beat Sona, but with Guqin by his side, no one could compare to the sense of security he felt.

Subconsciously plucking the strings a few times, the beautiful melody spread in all directions. Because of the silence of the night, the sound of the piano seemed very clear and fell into the ears of many prisoners in the room.