I want to have a date with Superman

In the square in front of Sandman's palace, hundreds of gods were blocked by Harley.

"What are you doing? You obviously accepted the invitation, but you didn't open the door to invite us in." The dog-headed Anubis said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Witch Harley, this is the Kingdom of Dreams, let Dream Lord speak." Belial, the King of Lies, said coldly.

Harry pressed his hands down and said loudly: "Dear gods and old demons, please be quiet first and listen to what I have to say."

Although the gods had different expressions, they no longer made any noise.

Harley cleared her throat, spoke slower, and said: "Yesterday, Brother Morpheus conveyed his intention to your envoy - he himself is not interested in the key to hell, but there are too many of you. Anyone who gives the key will offend other friends.

This is not what he wants to see, so he holds an auction. Whoever's price can impress him will get the key, and the remaining gods are not allowed to blame him. "

"What you said is all nonsense. We all came here with gifts, so we don't need you to remind us." An elegant man wearing a scarlet hunting coat said coldly.

Harry took a look and saw that he was still an acquaintance, Susano no Mikoto Takesuna of the Neon God Department.

Last time he was gentle and polite, but now his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

Deep wrinkles appeared on the face due to clenching of the gums.

"Little brother, don't be anxious. The reason why I appear here is mainly for the sake of gods like you, and for your own good!" Harley said with a sincere smile.

"Stop talking nonsense and talk quickly." A red-haired muscular man said impatiently.

Harley glanced at him, but didn't recognize his identity immediately.

"As all the gods know, Lucifer voluntarily resigned from his position as 'President of Hell'. He also gave the Hell Key representing 51% of the company's shares to my brother Morpheus, and handed over the Fallen Angel Wings representing his personal assets. Gave it to me.

I won’t comment on Brother Lucifer’s behavior of escaping from hell and returning to ordinary life.

But Brother Mo and I both know that the treasures in the world are only for the virtuous, and our virtues are not worthy of them.

So, in today’s auction, not only is Brother Mo selling keys, I’m also selling wings. "

"Are you willing?" The gods were shocked.

"You are Witch Harley. You are insatiable. You can only get in but not get out. You would rather die than live hungry."

"Is this a scam? Is it possible that in such a short time, she has already created a pair of fake wings that are hard to distinguish?"

"It's impossible. We don't have ordinary people here. Can we still see the fake Lucifer Wings?"

"Where are we now? In the Kingdom of Dreams, you look at the surrounding scenery and the palace in front of you. Is it true?"

"Hiss! In the Dream Kingdom, the concept of true and false has almost disappeared. False can also be real, and true can also be false. Witch Harley is so clever! Putting the store in the Dream Kingdom, as long as Meng Jun is willing to help, she will use chicken wings to disguise herself We can’t find the fallen angel’s wings either.”

Hearing the surprised discussions of the gods and facing their doubtful eyes, Harley felt bad all over.

"Everyone, I, the God of War in Heaven, am not as bad as you say, right?" She said with a wooden face, unhappy: "Even if the people in the world have formed an inherent prejudice against me, 'Gotham Harley, integrity comes first' Reputation, haven’t you heard of it?”

"I really haven't heard of it."

The muscular man from earlier scratched the back of his head and grunted louder than an ordinary person's shout.

Harley glared at him and said loudly: "If anyone hasn't heard it, it can only mean that he is out of touch with the times.

You are gods and can take on thousands of incarnations. Now you can create a clone. Go and ask on the road in the United States to see what my reputation as "Sister Harley" is. "

"OK, we already know that you want to sell your wings, just open the door and hold an auction directly!" a Buddha urged.

"Don't worry, old guys, I haven't finished speaking yet—"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" the King of Lies said angrily.

"Do I talk a lot? Even the Super Bowl commercial only has 30 seconds of content, and I only said a few words related to the auction? If you don't question me, will I waste my time explaining?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense again?" said the devil next to the King of Lies.

"If you don't bother me, I'll talk about it?" Harley said back unceremoniously.

"Don't interrupt, let her talk. The further she goes, the more time is wasted." A god said helplessly.

"Witch Harley, say it." Dozens of gods said in unison.

"Ahem, I just said that you need to be self-aware. Brother Mo and I understand that we are not worthy of our virtue, so we are willing to hand over the keys and wings.

I also said that I am here and saying these words for the good of gods like Susano no Mikoto.

Brother Mo and I can't hold on to the keys and wings. If I sell them to you who are immoral and weak, won't I send you to death? "

"Witch Harley, what do you mean?" Neon Thunder God was angry.

Well, he was the only one who was angry, the other gods looked indifferent.

It seems to indicate that he is not a god like Susan.

"What I mean is very simple." Harley pointed at herself, "Before entering, fight with me first to prove that you at least have the ability to return home from the Dream Kingdom alive.

I put the ugly words first.

My family lives in Arkham, and I was diagnosed with a mental illness - schizotypal personality disorder - by Dr. Strange when I was 14 years old.

I am kind and innocent by nature, so I was favored by God and became the God of War in heaven.

But the unfortunate experiences I had as a child gave me the birth of a second personality, the greedy and unbridled "Witch Harley".

Witch Harley is not a good person. If she knows who bought the keys and wings, but that person is not strong enough, she will inevitably have the urge to commit suicide halfway. "

She glanced at the stunned gods, her face full of sincerity, "So, for your own good, please show your strength first and conquer the inner demon deep in my soul."

"Farke!"

"The second personality. I have never seen such a shameless person."

"Sellers who are fair and honest and say they want to rob buyers halfway are unprecedented in ancient and modern times in China and the West."

When the gods cursed one after another, the muscular man looked around and wondered: "Doesn't what she said make sense?

He doesn't have enough strength, but he gets the Hell Key and Lucifer Wings. He's just a big piece of fat.

If Witch Harley doesn't have evil intentions, can she be worthy of our evaluation of her as "cunning, greedy, vicious and shameless"?

Not to mention her, even I was a little moved.

And she is now reminding us in public, and it seems that she is indeed doing it for the sake of weak gods like Susanoo no Mikoto!

This saved them the misfortune of losing both people and money.

She finally spoke the truth for once, why are you scolding her? "

The gods were stunned, and the shouting and cursing suddenly stopped.

"Weak gods."

The Neon Thunder God was trembling with anger, "Do your words represent the will of the Asa Protoss?"

The muscular man clenched his fist and made a "click-click" sound, "You are indeed weak, I can crush yours with one slap -"

"Thor, shut up!"

Next to the muscular man, a man in a gray-brown big-brimmed hat and a gray-brown loose long coat shouted in a low voice.

"Thor?" Harley looked at him carefully this time, her face gradually wrinkled.

Marvel's Thor is also very rough, but this one is

The nearly three-meter-long body seemed to be made of muscles. His wrists were thicker than Harley's waist. The bulging muscles on his shoulders were bigger than his own head. He just shrugged, as if he had three heads. kind.

Thor's symbol, the Meow Hammer, was also discovered by Harley.

He has been holding it in his hand. He didn't notice it before because it was too small. It was like Yao Ming holding a pencil.

The hammer looked about the same size as a judge's gavel.

But its owner is so huge and so muscular, making it even smaller.

"If anyone doesn't agree with my plan of 'competition to attract business', it doesn't matter. Please stand aside and let those who are willing to compete go in first, and you will enter the venue last," said Harley.

"Since you can enter the field without any competition, why bother like this?" Abinus asked doubtfully.

"Hey, why don't you understand my good intentions?" Harley sighed and explained: "Those who are capable and dare to compete should go in first.

Those who dare not compete and are weak in the back also go in. Even though they are a little late, they can still claim to the people in front that they have also competed and won, but they have just come in at the back.

Wouldn’t this save face?

Of course, even if the weak are allowed in, I advise you not to raise your placard and bid successfully. After all, you all feel guilty when you face me, so why are you fighting for the ‘Lord of Hell’? "

"Witch Harley's words are so reasonable. It's really strange how she actually tells the truth." Thor, the muscular man, said in confusion.

"Brother, we have to fight for the first place. The Sandman will not give the key to someone who can't even defeat the Witch." Loki, who was wearing a white robe and a red vest, whispered beside him.

The man in the wide-brim hat and long coat sighed, "Is Thor sure?"

"Father, what do you mean, are you worried that you can't beat her?! Let me go." Thor pointed at Harley and shouted excitedly.

"Odin, you take action yourself, cleanly and neatly. The stronger you are, the more others will shrink," Loki said.

Odin pondered for a moment, then walked to the steps first and said to Harley: "I am the Nordic God King Odin, witch, how do you want to compare?"

"Just a normal fight, use all your methods, no matter life or death." Harley said.

Odin took off his wide-brimmed hat, revealing a simple face that was no different from that of an ordinary Nordic man.

"Are you sure?" The look in his one eye was a bit strange.

"certainly."

"Right here?"

"Um."

"I'm about to take action." Odin reminded.

Harley nodded and said solemnly: "You do it."

Odin gently threw his hat into the sky, "Here I come."

As soon as the words fell, his figure disappeared on the spot. Harley defended herself with level five speed force, but she didn't see anything.

In one moment, the figure of the one-eyed old man was lost; in the next moment, there was severe pain between her eyebrows, and a sudden death crisis enveloped her, and she wanted to scream.

"Boom!" Several handfuls of blood were scattered in the air, and Harley flew out like a cannonball and hit the wall of Sandman's palace.

In her original position, Odin stood calmly, only making a gesture of pointing forward, and in front of him, blocking a long-faced man with pale skin.

It's the Sandman who saves people.

"God King Odin, please come in." Morpheus extended his hand to invite.

Odin looked at him intently for a moment, took a few steps back, raised his hand to catch the fallen wide-brimmed hat, and put it on his head, "Loki, Thor, let's go in."

"What just happened?" A god asked blankly.

"Gudong." Kensu Susanoo swallowed and murmured: "Witch Harley was killed instantly. If Mengjun hadn't appeared to stop her, she would have been shot in the head instantly.

But I, I couldn't keep up with His movements at all. If it were me, I wouldn't..."

His body trembled a few times.

"I didn't see clearly either." The Buddha next to him said with an ugly expression.

"Huh, me too." Anubis breathed a sigh of relief and looked better.

"Your Majesty, what just happened?" the devil with two mouths asked in surprise.

Belial, the King of Lies, looked at Harley who was embedded in the wall and struggling to climb out, and said calmly: "Old Odin replaced the tip of the spear with his fingers and used the power of Gungnir - he will definitely hit the target."

"Hiss, you are worthy of being a God King, with great skills." The gods exclaimed.

Then, they laughed again, "Hey, the witch is so arrogant and ignorant that she dared to challenge the God King. This time she finally failed."

"Killed instantly with one move, so miserable, hahaha!"

"It seems that we think highly of her. Facing absolute strength, she can't even fight back——"

Before he finished speaking, Thor, who had already stepped onto the stairs, suddenly shouted, "Ah, father, your forehead is bleeding, what's going on?"

The gods fell silent and looked surprised.

"Shut up, you're wrong." Odin lowered his head and shouted, pulling his son along and speeding up his pace.

Thor broke free from the pull and lifted his father's wide-brimmed hat. "I read that right. Father, look, there's a split in your forehead."

Odin froze there, his expression gloomy, and his body under his robes trembled slightly.

"I told you not to bring him here." Loki whispered beside him.