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"I feel like I'm in trouble."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Ming agreed.

"Am I being reckless? I just want to vent my anger on Asgard. We can't all hide at home just to take care of the overall situation!"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Ming picked up the wine bottle and poured wine for Sol.

"But I didn't expect that my father would fall into a deep sleep. He was obviously fine before. If I knew..."

Sol covered his mouth, his eyes slightly red.

Zhang Ming slapped him on the shoulder hard, "Don't be sad, come drink."

The two clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

After using love power to improve his physical fitness, Zhang Ming's drinking capacity has been greatly improved.

It’s a bit exaggerated to say you won’t get drunk after a thousand cups, but it’s okay to drink a few more sips.

Both of their wine glasses were empty, and the bartender immediately refilled them.

There was also a plate of peanuts and a fruit plate on the bar, which were a bit crude. The old American didn't like to eat when he was drinking, so he just drank dry. Zhang Ming paid a tip and asked the bartender to buy them from the supermarket.

After grabbing a handful of peanuts, Zhang Ming asked the question he had been holding back for half a night.

"What reason did Loki use for not taking you back?"

In the movie, Loki deceived Thor and said that Odin was dead, and Asgard and the Frost Giants signed an armistice agreement, the most important of which was to banish Thor forever and not allow him to return to Asgard.

But now, Odin is not dead, and Loki's words before leaving also indicated that the Frost Giants would follow suit. Zhang Ming could not think of any reason that Loki could use to refuse Thor's request to return to Asgard.

Thor held up three fingers.

"First, he said that he had no ability and asked me to regain my divine power. If I go back, not only will I not be able to help, but I will become a burden."

"Secondly, as the new God King, it is impossible for him to disobey the old God King's last order as soon as he takes office. This will raise questions."

"Third..." Saul took a sip of wine and shook the glass. The light shone on the whiskey, scattering an intoxicating light.

"Loki said that if I return to Asgard, because of my past military exploits, it is very likely that the warriors of Asgard will elect me as the God King. Faced with the upcoming war with the Frost Giants, Asgard cannot bear it.

There will be no political struggle, and if I, a mortal without divine power, sit in that position, I will leave a loophole for Asgard."

One after another, from Thor to the entire Asgard, they are well-founded and convincing.

Zhang Ming tapped his fingers lightly on the table, feeling that things were gradually developing in an unknown direction.

This Loki, regardless of what he really thinks, is obviously more intelligent than the one in the movie. And these are facts, Loki didn't tell any lies.

"This is the first time I have seen Loki with that expression. In the past, his eyes were always shining, and he was always thinking of various thoughts in his mind, some good and some mischievous, but now..."

Sol couldn't describe that feeling. He thought "now" for a long time and finally sighed.

"Now, he has a bit of a father-like feeling about him."

After saying this, Sol's broad shoulders slowly collapsed, as if he had put down something.

Responsibility to Asgard?

What are your expectations for yourself?

Or something else?

Zhang Ming did not have the experience to see through people's hearts. He could only see that the depression index on the task interface fluctuated, and finally slowly stayed at 200 points.

From then on, no matter how Zhang Ming tried to console him, the depression index remained unchanged.

He went to the conscious space and turned out a skill card: Ollie.

This skill can transform the fear in the hearts of allies into combat effectiveness, greatly improve morale, and cause mental pollution to the enemy, causing tons of damage.

But the emotions in Sol's heart are more complicated, fear only accounts for a small part of it, and more are worries, self-blame, etc. Giving an Oli may not have much effect.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Ming continued to seal the skill card. He planned to wait. If the last 200 points could not be solved before the deadline, he would use this skill card and make a final attempt.

Zhang Ming picked up the wine glass and found that there was no wine in the glass.

The bartender didn't give him a refill.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, Zhang Ming's nerves became sluggish for a few tenths of a second. He looked around. People in the bar were still drinking, dancing, and grinning...

But their voices are gradually fading.

Zhang Ming broke out in a cold sweat and woke up immediately after drinking!

Snap!

Sol also put down his cup.

In just a few seconds, they were "stripped" from this world.

With a creak, the door of the bar opened, and a tall and muscular man walked in. He was dressed in simple clothes, somewhat similar to ancient Chinese clothes.

"The Mage of Karma Taj."

Zhang Ming and Saul said the name at the same time.

Wang took down the cloth bag containing the luggage and placed it casually at his feet, making a dull sound. He carried his staff, strode forward, and walked over without saying a word.

Zhang Ming increased his vigilance. To others, Kamal Taj is the patron saint of the earth, but to him, this is not necessarily the case.

His editing can be classified as a time-based ability, and it is the ability to forcibly change the timeline, and the Supreme Mage is in charge of the time gem. Zhang Ming has long thought that maybe one day, there will be a mage wearing a robe, drawing

Circle and invite him to the Himalayas for tea.

Wang walked up to the two men and clasped his hands together.

"I am the king of Karma Taj, Thor Odinson. Under the order of the Supreme Mage, I am here to assist you in your inner cultivation."

Thor quietly clenched his fists and breathed a sigh of relief. The strong Chinese man in front of him put a lot of pressure on him.

"Are you ready?" Wang asked.

"what to prepare?"

Wang bowed slightly again, "Then I'll start."

Before Thor could speak again, the king raised his staff and drew it toward Thor!

Wang's many years of skill in Kama Taj can be seen at this moment. He spanked Thor quickly and hard with a snap!

"Ouch!" Thor yelled out in pain.

How many years has it been, how many years has he not been spanked?

Thor fell to the ground, his mind went blank, followed by anger!

He slapped the ground hard and got up. His muscles were as tense as sculptures. Hundreds of years of fighting experience allowed him to perfectly combine strength and skills. He roared and waved his fist.

"ah!"

Another stroke on the buttocks with a stick, and Thor was knocked down.

It's not that he is too weak. Even if he loses his divine power, Thor's strength is far beyond that of ordinary people. Otherwise, it would be impossible to defeat more than a dozen SHIELD agents in a row and reach the core area where Meowth Hammer is located.

It was the king who used the power of magic. A faint orange light appeared on his body, improving his strength, speed, and reaction ability.

Thor got up again, but the king still had a straight face. When he was about to swing the stick for the third time, a silver light flashed and the staff was tied with an extremely tough metal wire.

"Is this how you help him with his inner cultivation?" Zhang Ming asked dissatisfied.

Wang said indifferently: "Only by recognizing your own weakness can you have awe of the world and know the direction in which you want to grow."

Zhang Ming tightened the hook lock. In the task interface, the depression index, which was originally stable at 200, rose to 350 with the help of these two sticks.

"I won't comment on your cultivation method." Zhang Ming pointed to the ground and said in Chinese for the first time in a long time: "But as long as I'm here, don't even think about spanking people casually."

Wang Momo stared at Zhang Ming, two pairs of equally black pupils looking at each other in silence.

Suddenly, Wang laughed. He knocked the staff hard into the ground, clapped his hands, and an orange formation was attached to two sandbag-sized fists.

A subtle silver-white electric spark appeared on Zhang Ming's body. He took out the equipment "The Hand of the King of Swords" placed in his consciousness space and put it on his wrist. As the 298 coins were transferred and disappeared, a golden light shone.

A lightsaber appeared in his hand.

"Come on, fellow countryman," Zhang Ming said, "try your hand."