Marvel's Random Call

Sif also seemed to be drunk, and her voice gradually became higher and higher: "Since I was young, I always thought that I was the best choice for Sol. Even if he was exiled on the earth, I would continue to run for him."

"The results of it?"

Sif stood up and drew out the long sword at his waist: "He met his true love on Earth! True love!"

"Fuck true love!"

Ye Yi was very surprised by Sif's rare swearing, you must know that Sif in the past was as swift as the wind and as cold as ice in battle, and although she was careless at ordinary times, she was still very ladylike sometimes. Never swear!

"you..."

Ye Yi just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Sif: "What am I? Am I not wronged? For more than 1000 years, who has been following Sol's back, and he is his most reliable comrade-in-arms during the battle. Is it his good friend?"

"it's me!"

At this time, Sif seems to want to vent all the grievances in this short period of time: "It's me! I have always been by his side, but now?"

Sif swung her long sword. In Ye Yi's eyes, she looked like a fairy under the moon dancing with her sword. Although there was no trick, it had a special charm!

"He has only her in his mind now, Jane Foster!"

Sif seemed to be tired, or her foot slipped, no matter what the reason was, she lost her balance and was hugged by Ye Yi!

"I..."

Ye Yi subconsciously hugged the unbalanced Sif just now, and just wanted to speak, but couldn't speak, at this time, there was a soft touch on Ye Yi's lips!

Chapter 79: Not Weaker Than Rensuo Sledgehammer!

On the highest building in Asgard, where you can overlook the entire Asgard, two figures are tightly entangled!

The starlight in the sky seemed to be shy as well, pulling up a layer of clouds and mist to cover them, only some mischievous ones were blinking and blinking, as if they were peeking at something.

As the sky was getting brighter, the fierce hand-to-hand combat finally stopped, and the panting two hugged each other and lay down together...

"Sif."

Ye Yi called out to the woman in his arms with a complicated expression: "Why?"

"No reason."

There was still a blush on Sif's face that hadn't subsided: "You just think I'm a bad imitator, don't women on earth often look like this?"

"Sif."

Ye Yi gritted his teeth: "I will take responsibility."

"no need."

Sif stood up, as if nothing had happened: "Just treat it as a dream! I'll go first."

"Sif!"

Ye Yi called Sif's name for the third time, and stood up and stopped Sif who wanted to leave: "Follow me to Odin!"

"mortal!"

Sif turned around, with endless indifference on her face: "Don't think that what happened just now is because I like you! I just want to indulge, and you are just a tool to make me happy!"

"Stop kidding yourself!"

Ye Yi firmly pressed Sif's shoulders with both hands: "Just now we both couldn't help it, but I suddenly realized that you are beautiful!"

"I am a goddess!"

Sif looked indifferent: "Goddess of Asgard, a Midgard, no, now you are not even a Midgard, you are just a rootless person! You must recognize your identity!"

"Row!"

Ye Yi looked at Sif, who was hurting people with malicious words, and knew that her mind was also in confusion, so he simply asked her to calm down: "Calm down first, and when you understand it, I will let Odin come to preside over the wedding for us! "

Sif shook off Ye Yi's hands, and left without looking back, leaving only Ye Yi, watching her back from a distance!

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"Have you heard?"

In the tavern in Asgard, Fandral, the philandering swordsman, just entered the door, and heard countless whispers, but surprisingly consistent gossip: "Goddess Sif spent the spring evening with a man last night!"

"Of course I do!"

Fandral looked at the two people with wretched smiles on their faces, did not speak, but listened silently.

"I heard that Goddess Sif was lonely, so she met that man!"

"But why did the goddess look for that Midgard man? He doesn't look very good, he's not as good as me!"

"Maybe it's because...hehehe, you know!"

"enough!"

Fandral had already heard the news he wanted to hear, extracted the whole incident, and immediately slapped the table, his unruly face was full of seriousness at this time: "Is it something you can just make up about Sif? Don't you want to enter the dungeon?"

"No no no!"

At this time, those who were immersed in the amazing gossip realized that the philandering swordsman Fan Daer had been sitting in the tavern for an unknown amount of time. people!

"Tell me the truth!"

Fandral stopped the tavern owner who was about to slip away: "Is what they said true?"

"We just heard about it."

The tavern owner stood next to Fandral bitterly, like a child who made a mistake: "I heard that the guards discovered this scene and said it this morning!"

"You go!"

Fandral looked at the tavern owner who looked like a little quail, waved his hand to let the owner go, and then left the tavern himself!

Harvest Temple, Sif's palace!

"Sif!"

Fandral knocked on the door: "Are you home?"

"Fandral?"