The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

What's going on tonight?

She calmly turned on the phone to make sure the task was all right, then raised her head and found that the man was still staring at her——

Well, she knows who this is. Since the other party was once regarded as the enemy of the entire earth, and his actions were extremely high-profile at the time, this face has been spread all over the world's major media and network platforms, and has gained a wave of fans or CP fans. of.

"His Royal Highness, or Mr. Loki, or whatever you wish to be called," Arya thought for a moment, "17 years old."

Maybe eighteen, but who doesn't wish they were younger.

Loki looked at her calmly, "I'm not asking about how many years you've been on Earth...but, given your experience, maybe this universe is more appropriate?"

The little girl was silent, as if trying to think about the answer to this question.

After a moment-

"130 billion years."

Loki: "..."

Loki resisted the urge to pull out another knife, "I'm not asking you about the age of the universe."

"Oh, you know?" Arya said quietly, "That's still 17 years old."

The two looked at each other.

Arya really didn't know what he wanted to do.

However, thinking of what the other party has done, she is not too willing to let her guard down, although, to be honest, this guy should not be able to beat her because of taking advantage of the weapon.

There was a sound of footsteps outside.

Arya turned on the sensing ability, and the fluctuating light ripples spread out round and round. Her perspective range has increased a lot compared to the beginning. Now it is within a radius of 30 meters, and all people and objects are clearly outlined in the dark blue background. come out.

She jumped onto the railing lightly, "There are people out there looking for the murderer who broke the glass, and I won't compensate for that."

"Wait." Loki stopped her, waved his hand casually, "Watch."

Two men dressed as security guards walked into the rooftop, their eyes swept across their faces, as if they could only see a cloud of air, and they left quickly.

He crossed his arms, "how is it?"

"Well," Arya sat down on the railing, "I can't do that, so it works."

The handsome frost giant raised his eyebrows slightly, and was quite satisfied with her answer, "Do you want to learn?"

The girl looked at him thoughtfully, "I know there is no free magic in this world, and, I was told that some magic cannot be learned across races."

"How do you know we're not related by blood?"

Arya: "..."

Arya: "...what did you say?"

"You don't know who your parents are, do you?" Loki looked at her leisurely, and his eyes fell on the delicately made-up face. "Look at yourself."

The man leaned over slightly, pressed one hand on the cold marble railing, and approached the person sitting on it.

The hazy rain wetted the deep black hair like night mist, smudged the thick wet eyelashes, and the curve of the sharp nose bridge was like engraving, so perfect that even the slightest angle could not be adjusted. The delicate lips are smudged with a rose color with a little gray tone.

The girl sat casually, the two of them were very close, the distance was even a bit ambiguous, she didn't back down at all, probably because she was too confident——

After all, wherever the sword of victory looks, its owner must be fearless.

Besides, what else does she need to worry about.

Loki looked meaningfully into those deep-socketed pupils, always feeling that he had caught some clue in the blur, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"This is not the appearance that people in the atrium can have," he raised his voice, as if he was reciting a poem, and he was not stingy with praise, "It is impeccable and makes artists ashamed, only—"

Arya has received countless compliments in this regard, whether it is direct or roundabout, she has long been immune, "Thank you, but you should also be praised."

Loki paused, "Huh?"

"You're handsome too," she said bluntly, "but if that's the reason, because our looks are above average, so we are related by blood, don't you think there is a problem with this logic?"

above average.

This statement is really too conservative, Loki thinks so, in fact, he seldom praises other people's appearance, because it is meaningless, as a magician, he could easily manipulate people's senses hundreds of years ago, and he is even more deeply Knowing that everything you see and hear can be changed, mages will not indulge too much in this aspect of enjoyment.

But facts are facts.

"Actually, you guessed it too," the God of Lies said slowly, trying to regain the home court, "Stark didn't keep a secret for you, and now many people know that you were picked up and adopted by well-meaning people. "

"So," the girl shrugged noncommittally, "I don't think it's a shame or shameful thing for a person not to grow up with their biological parents."

Loki: "..."

The little girl suddenly smiled, her voice and expression were soft, without any threat or complacency, "Why, don't you agree?"

Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Arya continued, "Besides, it's not a secret, sir. If I want something to be kept secret, I won't tell it to anyone, no matter who it is, If I say it, it means that I am ready, even if it is spread all over the world, I can accept it."

Loki seemed to think of something, and seemed to be immersed in some long-term memories.

Arya didn't speak anymore, they sat and stood alone, on the rooftop bathed in the cold night rain, together with the thousands of lights in the city and the hurrying passers-by, they were silent.

After a while, the black-haired man asked slowly, "When did you know you were adopted?"

"In the beginning," Arya replied softly, "my grandparents, the people who raised me, they lost their son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter more than 20 years ago, they are very old, and their granddaughter is almost When I became my mother, everyone in the town knew that I was picked up because there was no orphanage nearby."

Loki seemed to want to say something, but in the end those words were annihilated in the cold green pupils, turning into a dark light with restrained sharpness.

He lowered his voice, revealing a bit of undisguised bewitchment in his tone, "Have you ever thought that you shouldn't have lived such a life?"

"I thought about it," the young girl said quickly, as if she didn't notice the emotion flickering in the other's eyes, "like an orphanage in a place like Gotham, full of people but scarce resources, many children are beaten to death for an apple Maybe he will be thrown out at the age of seven or eight, become a child prostitute or a pickpocket, and die quietly in a corner of the street one day—”

"How could you be the same as them?" He snorted coldly, "You know that's not what I meant."

Arya didn't seem to hear what he said, "I used to come here to play when I was a child, Metropolis, even though it's only a canal away, it's much more beautiful than Gotham, but I can still see young workers , I was exhausted in order to support my family, but I had to continue to support it, and I inherited millions of property and houses from two families. People in the town secretly talked about how lucky I was, who would marry me in the future, I You don't have to work hard, you can never get married, and you can live easy—"

Those possessions, though mostly gone, gave her her original powers.

"Enough," Loki seemed tired of listening to her self-excusing words, "How can you compare with those people in the atrium! You are the master of Levatin! One day, if you are not so incompetent , you can conquer anything you want with that sword, a country, a race, a planet—"

Arya didn't seem to understand his unreasonable agitation, the little girl tilted her head, "Are you jealous of me? Jealous that the sword didn't choose you?"

"Jealous of you? How is it possible, that kind of thing—" The sarcasm in the man's eyes flickered, "However, although it is more like a curse, it can't be used by just anything, don't you understand? "

"what?"

"It doesn't agree with you because of your noble character or beautiful heart," the evil god bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "It is impossible for the weak to get it, it will only bow to the strong, Levatin's The master must first have enough strength, you will not become stronger because of this sword, you will only become stronger."

"...you've made it very clear, I can understand American," Arya said helplessly, "so what? I've never thought about it that way, and I know better than anyone that I'm not the kind A man of respectable character, so what?"

"I just feel sorry for you, because I know what kind of life you should have," Loki straightened up, and said with a half-smile, "but you were hunted around in the courtyard, hiding in hiding, in a state of embarrassment like A stray dog ​​was beaten up by the Kryptonians this morning, you know, if your—”

Arya blinked, "What? Finish that sentence, thank you."

"It's nothing, I just thought of some very sad stories." He showed a smirk full of the meaning that I just didn't say I had the ability to kill me, "Don't you care?"

"I just don't like the way you deliberately leave suspense in half of what you said. Of course I want to know, but it's not that urgent."

Arya sighed, as if feeling helpless for the other party's naive approach.

She added, "So, you're not my father, are you?" before Loki could make a sarcasm.

Loki: "..."

Thinking that she would never bring up this matter again, when he wanted to regroup and continue his long speech, he heard the other party continue, "After all——"

The girl stretched out her left hand and snapped her fingers one by one, "I have nothing in common with a gigantic wolf, a snake circling the earth, an eight-legged pegasus, or a god of death* with half his face rotting away."

Loki: "..."

Loki pulled out the kidney stabbing knife again.