Sona’s extraordinary life at Marvel

Those who were sleeping, those who were playing cards, and those who were indescribable all stopped what they were doing because of the sound of the piano. The alluring melody was so tempting that no matter how vulgar the prisoner was, no matter how unmusic he was, he couldn't help but walk out. Cell, listen.

Because of the quiet environment, the timbre of セ seemed to be better than before. Sona couldn't help but fiddle with it a few more times. Just after these few times, a new song was born.

Sona played with her eyes closed as she forgot about it, not noticing that a large audience of prisoners had gathered around her. However, they all did not make any movement, and no one wanted to destroy this unique beauty.

Music has the effect of cleansing the soul, and Sona's magical performance can make people forget their sorrows. All the prisoners who were guilty of sins actually had the idea of ​​reforming themselves at this moment.

When the song ended, Sona slowly exhaled. When she opened her eyes, she was startled by the scene around her.

They...why are they all coming out?

And they were still surrounding me... Could it be that they were woken up by the sound of the piano...?

Her smooth face was slightly red, and Sona couldn't help but hugged Er in front of her, covering half of her face, feeling a little shy.

Even if she performed on stage with tens of thousands of spectators watching, Sona would not have such a reaction, because it was an agreed performance and everyone was prepared in advance.

But this time I was playing without emotion and disturbing others, so the nature was different.

Aren't they all angry when they wake up?

Just when he was worried about how to escape, a burst of applause broke the quiet scene. In response to the call, all the prisoners began to applaud.

Sona didn't react. Is this considered...recognition?

"Do it again!" someone shouted from the crowd.

Then countless prisoners began to repeat "Do it again!"

Such turmoil attracted the night shift prison guard, who banged an iron bar on the wall in a demonstration, making a sound that drowned out the chants.

"What are you doing? Are you rebelling? If you don't go back to the cell, we will be sent to the planet for mining tomorrow!" the prison guard threatened. He still didn't know what happened. He couldn't help but put his finger on the emergency button on the wall. As long as there was an accident, He will press it.

Fortunately, the prisoners were only attracted by the music and did not intend to cause riots, so they all returned to their cells obediently.

They don't want to be caught digging holes. Although applying for hard labor can reduce their sentence, no one is willing to do that kind of hard work, and they may even lose their lives.

Sona also mingled with the crowd, quietly left the scene, and walked back to Gamora's cell.

Huh~ so dangerous.

Although they didn't seem to care much about being woken up, Sona breathed a sigh of relief.

Her gaze slowly moved up, but Sona didn't notice Gamora who should have been lying on the bed.

She... went out too?

Seeing a few pieces of torn prison uniform fabric on the cell floor, Sona felt something was wrong.

(Thanks to the Hakoba nobles for their three swords and three votes.)

Volume 1: Chapter 163 Quill: The clown is me!

Gamora was dragged all the way to the prison bathroom. Once they arrived at the target location, Blake couldn't wait to hold a stone knife to Gamora's neck.

"Gamora, you have done many evil things and killed countless people. Now I sentence you to death!" Blake said seemingly righteous words, but his eyes were full of evil.

"Then how good are you? Scumbag." Gamora responded harshly.

"I will chop off your head and hang it in the middle of the prison!" Blake shouted and was about to take action, but was stopped by a dull growl.

"you dare!"

A shirtless muscular man with red tattoos walked in. With red lines all over his body and a face that would make a child cry, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Blake was about to have an attack, but when he saw his face, he suddenly stopped, his expression froze on his face, and he silently swallowed back the curse words he was about to blurt out.

"You all know who I am, right?" The strong man stared at Blake.

Compared with his eyes, Blake felt that the way he glared at Gamora before could even be described as cute.

"Yes... you are Drax, the Destroyer, the one who killed countless of Ronan's men." Blake replied in a weak voice.

"Ronan killed my wife and daughter, destroyed my home, and laughed wildly in front of me." Drax seemed to recall some bad memories and said through gritted teeth.

"I swear I will cut Ronan into pieces!"

"It's not your turn to take her life yet."

The Destroyer took a stone knife from Blake's hand as a matter of course, and the other party did not dare to disobey.

Just when Drax was about to kill Gamora with one blow, Star-Lord, who was hiding aside, jumped out in time.

"Hey, hey, wait, you can't kill her." Quill waved his hands and moved forward slowly, just like he did when he tamed a velociraptor in a parallel universe.

Drax looked back in confusion. In this brief dazed moment, Gamora suddenly burst out and kicked over the prisoner who had previously locked her. She flipped her hands and quickly took it from Drax and Blake. stone knife.

By the time Drax reacted, he had become the one with the knife held to his neck.

"Your knife can't cut my skin." Drax said calmly.

"You can give it a try." Gamora may not believe in the sharpness of the knife, but she believes in her own strength.

"Why can't I kill this woman? She obviously wants to kill me too." Drax's sudden question confused Quil.

This person's brain circuit is like the Akina Mountain Drive!

After thinking briefly, Quill replied: "A woman's mind is hard to fathom. There are so many women who want to kill me. Look, my ex-girlfriend stabbed me with a fork just because I was with a girl from Kree." dance together……"

Quill lifted up his prison uniform and began to count his "war exploits" in detail. Most of them were left by his various ex-girlfriends, but none of them were fatal.

"So it's not surprising to be hunted by a woman," Quill explained.

Surrounded by Drax's stone head, he felt a little speechless at the moment. He frowned, not knowing what Star-Lord wanted to express.

"I mean, you don't have to kill a woman who has betrayed Ronan." Quill felt that his previous reason was a bit far-fetched for Drax, so he changed it to another reason.

"Yes, I betrayed Ronan, and now he wants to tear my bones apart." Gamora said this not to excuse herself, but to state the facts.

The cosmic spirit ball involves a deal with Thanos. If Ronan did not have the support of Thanos' fleet, he would not be absolutely sure to win Xandar.

Gamora will never let the cosmic orb fall into the hands of either Ronan or Thanos.

"So, you are helping Ronan by killing her." Quill noticed that Drax seemed to understand what was going on, and began to add jealousy: "Now Ronan is chasing her all over the universe, as long as you stay here Next to her, you have a chance to kill Ronan."

To make his words more expressive, Quill made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"I want to kill Ronan, why should I draw circles on his neck?" Drax was confused.

Quill was choked by this straightforward answer and explained helplessly: "This is a metaphor, understand? It means that you can chop off Thanos' head."

"I have to use a knife to cut, not my fingers." Drax glanced at the stone knife that was placed a few centimeters away from his neck.

Do you want me to wipe my neck with a knife?

Quill was speechless. He didn't know how to explain to this red gorilla.

"Everyone on their planet has this kind of brain circuit." Rocket said, seeing that there was nothing serious here, he turned around and left, wanting to go back to his room to sleep.

On the way back, I happened to meet Sona who was looking for Gamora.

"Where is Gamora?" As if she was sure that Rocket knew the answer, Sona sent a message to him.

Rocket was also not surprised by the witch's brainwave conversation. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and added in a playful way: "The show is about to end, you'd better hurry up."

Good show? Sona didn't think the rocket meant that the small theater in the prison didn't need to be poked, so she hurriedly flew down.

Soon she arrived at the bathroom door, and the sight that caught her eye filled her with questions.

Quill was dancing and performing something by himself, with a very distorted expression on his face, as if he was wearing a mask of pain.

Gamora stood with several unknown prisoners, and made no move to start a fight. They all looked at Quill's performance with doubtful eyes.

Is it really a good show? ?

Sona felt that there was nothing wrong with Quill's exaggerated performance winning a program effect award on Earth.

"Do you understand?" Quill felt that his expressive body language could make it easier for Drax to understand. He had just performed "The Three Hundred Postures Drax and Ronan Had to Say" to use Explain that wiping the neck is just a way to kill Ronan.

"Oh~" Drax drawled in a rare long voice, and then asked Blake beside him: "Is his brain not working well?"

Blake didn't dare to deny Drax's guess, so he nodded, but he thought so too.

Gamora covered her face helplessly and sighed: "I can take you to kill Ronan. No one here knows him better than me."

In just one sentence, he successfully convinced the wise Drax. He nodded in agreement without even doubting that Gamora would lie to him.

Quill: The Joker is me! .jpg

Especially when he turned his head and found Sona watching, he felt so embarrassed that he could dig out the three rooms and one living room with his toes.

Fortunately, this incident was nothing compared to the embarrassing moments he would have in the future.

"So, are you discussing a prison escape plan?" Sona actually wanted to ask: Are you staying up at night just to perform a stage play here?

But she felt that this seemed a bit outrageous, so she changed the question to a tactful way. Sona didn't seem to notice, "I was bored and went out for a walk at night, and even improvised a short piece of piano music." This thing was even more outrageous.

Only Gamora received Sona's message. She felt that it would be troublesome to explain the matter and said that she would tell her slowly when she got back.

The agreement seemed to be reached. Gamora threw the two knives on the ground casually. Blake picked them up dejectedly and wiped them caressingly. Revenge was probably impossible now, but fortunately he still had his beloved knives.

"These two knives are quite good." Drax took the stone knife from Blake's hand naturally and looked at it a few times.

"Of course, this is my favorite knife..." Under Drax's gaze, Blake's voice became smaller and smaller. He knew that he might never get back the pair of stone knives in this life.

Miserable/Blake/miserable

"And you." Drax patted Quill's shoulder hard, and Star-Lord was frightened.

"You're pretty good, too." Drax was referring to the dance Quill had just danced, which was quite in line with his taste.

"What do you mean?" Quil was a little nervous.

"You dance well."

"It scared me to death. I thought you were going to let me scold you." Quill breathed a sigh of relief. His ability to judge people based on their appearance was getting better, and he obviously didn't think Drax had the same sexual orientation as him.

"What the heck? I don't have the goose." Drax felt that Quill's words were always so difficult to understand.

Quill immediately affirmed, Drax understood, he was praising himself.

Gamora, Blake and other aliens did not know what this ancient earth dialect meant, but Sona, who had been influenced by earth culture for nearly two years, understood it and couldn't help but blush.

Prison, pretty boy, bald man, bathroom, cool guy...

This kind of combination really makes people think wildly, and it is definitely not Sona's rotten look at others! Absolutely not!

But...do you think Steve and Bucky used to...

Who would have thought that Sona, who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper in Demacia, would turn into the old Siji from the Purple Energy East within less than two years of coming to Earth?

(To be honest, the girls around me who like Marvel are all attracted to boys.)

Volume One: Chapter 164 Prison Break in Progress

The exclusive meal bell of Klin Prison rings, and most prisoners regard this as an alarm clock to wake up.

Because there is no compulsory labor, the main recreational activity of this group of cosmic crumbs in the prison is to work.

Of course, if you have special needs, your entertainment activities can naturally be rich and colorful. As long as you don't annoy the guards, you can basically "do whatever you want". Also, you have to be careful not to be reversed by the two levels.

Sona and Gamora walked out of the room and met Rocket and the others.

Sona got through the second half of last night by meditating. Although it was not as comfortable as sleeping, at least it would not make her energetic the next day.

In fact, Sona doesn't like the feeling of meditation very much, and the state of emptying her brain is actually not very comfortable.

Only those Ionian masters like to use meditation instead of sleeping.

I heard that some people become possessed by meditation and become lost in the spiritual realm, turning into a kind of demon called Azakana.

So why don't you sleep? Is it uncomfortable to lie in the quilt and feel warm? Or is there something in the spiritual realm that they can't let go of?

Maybe...this is why they are called masters. Sona thought.

After wandering in her thoughts for a while, Sona gradually came back to her senses and finally heard Rocket and the others discussing what she was looking forward to.

Plans for jailbreak.

"If we want to get out of here, we have to enter the guard tower." Rocket pointed to the guard tower located in the center of the prison with his chin.

There is a command room with bulletproof glass above the tower, and the guards rotate so that sneaking in is impossible.

"First we need to get the security keys from those guards, anyone's."

Gamora glanced at the three guards above and said bluntly: "Leave it to me."

"Then I want that unicorn's prosthetic leg." Rocket pointed at another prisoner with a metal prosthetic leg.