Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

After Chris came back, Peter resumed his usual rhythm. He moved the coursework from the extra tutoring of Dr. Stark and Dr. Banner to Chris's shop, and Chris didn't mind much about his little shop assistant. When I am working, I read a book or look at a book in a daze, with my head down and a serious study, but I don’t know where my attention has drifted for a long time.

Peter squeezed the barrel of the pen and bit the end, trying hard to concentrate on the open book in front of him, but his attention was so disobediently wandering around that the rows of neatly printed typefaces in front of him became blurred. It became a series of twisted and crooked cipher runes that can't be seen at all, and the calculation of the pen tip falling on the draft paper has long since become a crooked and unknowingly so-called ghostly drawn rune.

Even his eyes didn't fall on the book in front of him, he passed through the gap of the shelf as if floating, and pinned it on Chris who was chatting with the customer in front of the counter like a self-guided navigation.

He couldn't understand what Chris was talking to the guest in which language he didn't know, but it didn't stop him from glancing at Chris's soft hair and the light red at the corners of his eyes. He paused for a while, then pretended to inadvertently swipe across the tight and powerful waistline outlined by the fabric, and then pulled his eyes back to Chris’s hand on the counter and paused for a few seconds, finally honestly lingering on the lack of On the bloody lips lingering.

Even if it is a strange language with strange pronunciation, strange rhythm and strange accent that makes people uncomfortable to listen to, when it is read from this mouth, it seems that a layer of hazy and beautiful filter has been added, which is more vivid than the harsh tone of the guest. The tragic contrast between the tuned version in the recording studio and the live version of the car accident, especially the high-pitched voice of the guests who are emotional, although the voice is actually not unpleasant to be honest, it still makes Peter shudder as if he was being targeted by something terrible.

Then Peter saw Chris laughing as if he heard something interesting. When his voice was mixed with laughter, it sounded like black tea made more mellow with evaporated milk. He laughed and talked to the guest As he said something, his light-colored pupils were slightly warmed by a smile, but Peter couldn't help but stick his eyes to the slightly bright red lips that had been subconsciously bitten by his teeth a few times. Diverged a bit thinking.

I blushed a bit.

It's like seeing the surface of the ice cube slightly melted, and the radiant soft water light rippling, people subconsciously ignore the cold ice under the water light, just want to hold their chins and immerse themselves in the beautiful illusory bright among.

If it wasn't for the guest's suddenly raised voice that made Peter jerk back the soul that had drifted out of the sky and staggered his sight, he might have been caught by Chris who turned his gaze, but now he looked down and found his draft paper Chris, who unconsciously scribbled half a page of paper, seems to be no better than being caught straight.

Like a thief, Peter sneakily tore off his scribbled draft paper and threw it into a trash can to destroy his body. He patted his face and stared at the writing on the book, trying to concentrate, and used the power of knowledge to focus on the repeatedly circling images in his brain. Rushed to the corner, not paying attention to the magic sound floating in my ears.

To be fair, it's really noisy.

Chris sighed and poured a cup of tea for the guest and temporarily blocked his mouth for a few seconds. Unfortunately, the warm and mellow taste of the tea could not quell the guest's full of resentment. After drinking a cup of tea, his face was still ugly and ferocious. The originally handsome and elegant The appearance is like an abstract painting by Picasso, one piece of red, one piece of blue, one piece of purple, one piece of purple, the eyes protruding from the body, a slight smell of sulfur appeared on his body, suddenly a few sparks splashed and fell on his legs, he suddenly jumped up and patted his clothes, cursing anxiously He looked at the object he had just cursed.

"Damn Odin! Damn Asgard!"

When the devil's words from hell are read out with gritted teeth, it can almost burst out like a burst of magma. The ferocious malice spreads along every word and every pronunciation, and it is about to drip black venom. Scratch Chris's counter out of scratches.

But it’s not that Chris can’t understand his guest’s anger. After all, anyone who does business honestly—from the devil’s point of view does business honestly, and the result is that a group of illegal immigrants are stuffed in on the left side. The guy who calls himself a dark elf has blown up a large number of dark-skinned, beautiful, and ruthless real dark elves in his hometown in hell, making it hard for a happy life for hundreds of thousands of years.

Finally, the dark elves on both sides stopped fighting—to be precise, the outsiders couldn’t beat the hell. The big guy with both magic and martial arts knelt down, and in a blink of an eye, another Sha, who was sealed by Odin on the right, came in full of resentment and strength. Xing Haila, cutting melons and vegetables killed most of the customers in that area in a few years, and he also practiced monopoly and dictatorship and did not allow trade. It was like returning to the Middle Ages overnight, and the business he had worked so hard to return to before liberation overnight.

If it weren't for his loyal, lovely and generous friend Chris who extended a helping hand to him in time, he might have become a meal for his former enemies.

"Damn Odin, can't he stop staring at other people's things and toss and develop the interior?!" The customer was frustrated and annoyed and slapped the counter, "My business with Jotunheim has just started, he Fight the goddamn war! Fight the war! He himself does not allow Asgard to trade with the outside world, and he does not allow others to trade with the outside world! Do you know how much effort it took me to convince Laufey to give me the exclusive right to operate! Do you know what era this is? !"

He gritted his teeth, talking about Odin was like talking about his own father-killing enemy, but think about it, for a greedy and ruthless devil, cutting off his wealth may be worse than killing his father It was going to be a day of death, and Chris poured another cup of tea for the guests with empathy, and also remembered the customers he had lost because of the dark elves and Hela's messing around in hell.

Although compared with his overall business scale, these hundreds of customers will not hurt his muscles and bones, and the customers in hell will be replaced quickly, but as a qualified businessman, any customer is a precious asset. I don't know if it is the most insignificant customer who will bring me a large order.

It's like one of his ordinary wizard clients introduced him to one of his goblin clients, and that goblin client brought him some alien tourist friends, and those alien tourists gave him a good treatment after returning After some publicity, Abin Su, who was in charge of the 2814 sector of the Earth at that time, was attracted by the Green Lantern Corps, and then he got an order from the entire Green Lantern Corps for Chris. A human Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, found a new guest for Chris.

That's how connections and businesses are built, especially small businesses like Chris's.

He looked at the cloudy clouds outside the window, which was still sunny just now, covered with lightning and thunder, and the demon guest who just angrily cursed Asgard and cursed Odin, realized something was wrong when the first dark clouds gathered He immediately opened the passage between the world and hell and jumped into the sea of ​​magma fire. The sparks that burst out left a few scorched black marks on the floor that Chris had just renovated.

Chris raised his eyebrows slightly, and counted the account together with the maintenance fee of his poor window on the Green Lantern who grinned and pushed the door in. He looked at Peter who was startled by the thunder and was picking up the pen. I added a mental damage fee in my heart.

"Long time no see my dear Kerry—" Green Lantern smiled and opened his arms to give Chris a warm American hug, or should I say a strong Asgardian hug.It's a pity that Chris still gave him the same indifferent reaction for ten years. He dodged his embrace and reminded him with raised eyebrows how many outstanding bills there are in Chris's store, and instantly asked him to let go. With my own hands and feet, I introduced to Chris the new friend who was studying and studying Chris's container like a bear child behind him.

"This is Thor, the prince of Asgard. You should have heard of him." Green Lantern tried to use Thor's handsome face, perfect figure and rich net worth-this is the point-to make Chris temporarily Forget how much you still owe him.

It's really not that he has no money and earns too little or is addicted to shopping and buys too much. It's because the value of the things Chris sells here is completely proportional to the price. Just buying it once is enough to wipe out his savings.Damn saving the universe and saving the world has no salary bonus to get. If it wasn't for Chris to receive the universe currency and barter for things, he probably would have sold himself to pay off the debt instead of credit.

"I have known you for a long time." Chris smiled and looked at the handsome and tall man in front of him, "Chris Elf, you can call me Chris."

Thor's eyes lit up when he heard his tone, "You can speak the common language?"

The people of Asgard speak a language called lingua franca, which will automatically become their mother tongue in the ears of different people, so although it sounds like they speak English in Green Lantern and Peter, Thor can easily distinguish the subtle tone difference, which undoubtedly greatly increases his intimacy with Chris.

"Just a little bit." Chris adjusted the language back to English. His common language level is basically at the stage of being able to communicate normally. After all, no matter how this language has advantages in communication, it is still very difficult to learn. Minutes make people want to flip the table and drop the pen. The whole process is like torture. "It is not so easy for non-native speakers to learn lingua franca."

Green Lantern nodded along with sympathy. When he first became a Green Lantern and was full of ambitions, he once challenged this language. It only took him ten days to fully realize that the language of gods is far from that of mere human beings. Within the scope of his ability, whether it is complex intonation changes, huge vocabulary or grammatical structure that is completely different from the earth, it is extremely unfriendly to non-native language learners, so even if he knows the benefits of learning more languages, he still unswervingly chooses translator.

Well, he persisted for ten days, which is considered to be the longest in the Green Lantern Corps. It is said that some of them just gave up after getting the textbook.

Green Lantern looked at Peter who was greeting him, and decided to give this smart little guy the expensive set of Mandarin tutorials that are still dusty at home this Christmas.

Thor didn't get too entangled in this issue, and he cut to the point straight to the point - he replaced his mother Frigga to choose gifts for his younger brother Loki.

Loki, who was brought back to Asgard by him for punishment after the Battle of New York, was imprisoned by Odin. Although Frigga, who has always loved Loki the most, could not release her beloved young son, it did not affect her desire to There is a way to make Loki more comfortable in captivity, and it can't stop her from ordering her elder son to buy some gifts for her younger son in an attempt to ease the relationship between their brothers.

Even though their brothers have long forgotten about it, Frigga still remembers that a long time ago, the short-handed and short-legged Thor lay beside the cradle, carefully holding Loki's little hand, and coaxing him to call him brother with a smile on his face. look.

The sun was warmer and brighter than any other day that day.

And Thor said it reluctantly, but even the Green Lantern could see that this guy's feelings for his brother were much deeper than what he said-Green Lantern didn't think that the Amway he sold casually could It was so useful that Thor ran all the way from Asgard to the earth without even seeing his girlfriend and went straight to Chris. You must know that the nine kingdoms are not very stable now. What needs Thor most is the battlefield rather than any gift shop. .

But Thor came here with an unimaginable power of action with such a reluctant face, and chattered to Chris with a tone and expression that was a bit disgusting, and I don’t know why it made people feel deaf and blind. According to Loki's various preferences.

He didn't notice at all that Green Lantern, who had been tortured by him several times, covered his face and sighed, and poked Peter, who was staring at Thor's hammer on Thor's waist, and made an encouraging gesture.

Peter blinked his eyes and looked left and right, and quietly bent down while Chris smiled and looked away pretending not to know, touched the surface of Thor's Hammer with his fingers, his eyes widened in disbelief, and Chris could tell Translate the mental activity of "Oh my God, I actually encountered this" in the heart of my clerk.

So he smiled and coughed lightly to grab Thor's attention, and said, "My treasure house will only be opened to those who can afford it. I don't think you came here empty-handed?"

Sol nodded and spread his palms, and a huge cloth bag fell down in the air. Apparently he didn't have any talent in spells. As soon as it opened, all kinds of utensils exuding magnificent brilliance were scattered all over the ground, piled up into a small mountain of treasures.

"Hal said you can barter here." Thor nonchalantly kicked back the gems that had rolled to his feet, pointed to the hill piled up to his waist, and said, "I'll exchange these."

He is not a character who likes to accumulate wealth. What he took out is already more than half of his family property. There are spoils from his previous battles and gifts from Odin and Frigga. He looked at any of these Head-scratching treasures are like looking at curb stones and just asking Chris if those are enough.

"The wealth you bring, you can choose one of my treasures to take away." Chris snapped his fingers and dropped a bunch of keys in his hand, and Thor didn't seem to have any objection to exchanging a bunch of keys for one, on the contrary he The Green Lantern behind him looked like I wanted to say something but I didn't dare to say it, while Peter was still concentrating on squatting on the ground and staring at the pile of treasures in a daze.

"I'm a businessman who keeps his word." Chris smiled and turned around, inserted the key into the door leading to the basement and turned it three times, "Even if you choose God's Holy Grail, I will not go back on my word." He said in Peter Pushing open the door in a duet with Green Lantern yelling at the Holy Grail, turning to Thor and saying, "I don't think you need a chattering salesman to sell you?"

Thor looked at the long winding stairs behind the door and shook his head, and walked in without asking a word.

To focus, without asking a word.

Chris, who was ready to explain the details, blinked, and suddenly understood the violent roar of the demon guest.

This IQ, how come Asgard hasn't finished playing yet.

incredible.

And Peter tugged at his sleeve, and just as he was about to say something, the phone on the counter rang, and he, who was the closest, picked up the receiver without thinking.

"Hi, this is—" He just started to speak when he felt his ears buzzing.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me the FBI was here! Sammy got caught and fuck me!!!!"

The angry roar made Peter, who was under the frontal impact, shrink his neck and feel that his ears were going to be bad. "That... May I ask who you are..."

"Dean Winchester! Let that goddamn bastard profiteer Chris come out to answer the phone!!!" The anger over there was almost burning along the phone line to Peter, and Chris, who was evaluated as a bastard profiteer, Lifting the corners of his lips to reveal a smile that made Green Lantern take two steps back, he couldn't help but light a candle for the courageous gentleman on the phone.

"Be civilized, Dean, you're scaring my clerk." Chris took the phone and patted his little clerk on the back comfortingly. His unhurried and calm manner made people even more angry until his head swelled. .

"Fuck!! Did you hear that! Fuck!!!"

Tsk, it seems that the powder keg has been blown up.

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