[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

"Everyone is celebrating Christmas, only me, hiding in the dark and damp wine cellar, helping a girl god with a magical brain to make fake wine."

"Stop singing poetry." Newbera hid the broken dropper in his backpack, then took out a new one, "I told you a thousand times, we are not counterfeiting wine, these are the the wine of immortality, and the juice of the grape."

"I don't understand you." Lucifer put down the bottle in his hand and sighed, "You can obviously be the main god."

Newbella shrugged, Apollo said the same thing more than ten hours ago.

"What's the point of being the Lord God? You can't leave Olympus, and you can't give divine power to mortals." Newbera admired herself very much. Even though her head was dizzy, she still had a clear logic. I can do constellations now, but at that time they are all dead, and constellations can't speak or move, what's the difference from plush toys?"

"The plush toy is also very cute!" Artemis was still struggling, "Think about it, the supreme power of the Lord God and the elegant and moving new dress, the magnificent and bright new palace..."

Newbella still firmly refused: "No, I want the potion of eternal life."

"Do you insist on doing this?" Apollo confirmed to her again, "You only have one chance to choose, and once you decide, you can't go back on your word."

"I've always been sure." Newbella wanted to close her eyes, but those golden and silver spots hurt her eyes, "I'm not Ares, I have no obsession with the position of the main god."

I just want to be with the players forever.

Apollo and Artemis chatted in low voice for a few minutes, and agreed: "However, we don't have the potion of immortality, only the wine that prolongs life. Oh, for Peter Parker's minor status, Dionysos specially brewed it life-extending grape juice."

"Does grape juice have the same effect as wine?" Newbera was ecstatic in her heart, but calm on the surface, "Are there any side effects?"

"The difference between a cup of 1 years and a cup of 5000 years." Apollo said kindly, "The side effect is that the stamina is greater, and you may have to sleep for a few days. I believe your excellent teammates can survive it."

"Okay!" Newbella said simply, "Give me a few tons of each!"

"Don't worry." Apollo said with a smile, "I haven't explained to you how to use it yet."

Lucifer resignedly removed Tony's collection from the shelf and put Newbera's eternal wine on it: "Although the appearance is exactly the same, I think your father can drink it differently."

"So I forced Dionysus to give me this." Newbera smiled and raised the silver-gray glass bottle in her hand, "Just a small drop, it can turn a whole barrel of immortal wine into what you want Any kind of wine, any taste is fine, even if it is 61-year-old Lafite, Napoleon's collection, Moutai, brandy..."

Lucifer shivered, and was about to answer, when he suddenly saw a black figure flashing outside the door, his expression froze: "I'm going to die, it seems that Peter is here!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly put down the wine bottle in his hand, and pushed Newbella out cleanly: "You're about to send him away, I'll go and hide for a while, don't worry, no one will find me!"

"I—don't spill my wine!"

Unprepared, Newbella almost threw herself on the translucent security door of the wine store in an extremely embarrassed posture. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, which avoided the possibility of making a fool of herself in front of Peter.

"That—hi!" She greeted Peter awkwardly, "Why are you here?"

"Hi...Hi hi! So you are here." Peter replied foolishly, "Your dad is looking for you."

Lucifer's heavy sigh resounded through the wine cellar, startling Peter to jump a few steps back, did he agree to hide so that no one would find out? !

"That's Lucifer." Newbera pointed weakly behind him, "After yesterday's battle, his heart was deeply touched, so he needs alcohol to heal."

Peter stood on tiptoe cautiously, and sure enough, behind Newbella, Lucifer was holding a big wine barrel tightly: "Then...do you need my help?"

Newbella originally wanted to say "he can't get drunk", but after thinking about it, he really wanted to ask Peter for help: "How big are the wine glasses at the banquet?"

"Ah?" Peter was stunned, "It should be a normal-sized wine glass, why are you asking this?"

"Help me change to a smaller one." Newbera gestured with both hands in the air, "The smaller the better."

Peter couldn't understand even more: "Why...why? Isn't today Christmas and celebration day? It's okay to drink more—"

"Colson said that the fighting will never stop!" Newbella said solemnly, "In some areas where the war is endless, there are still so many children suffering from the war, and they lost their parents—"

"Okay, okay!" Peter immediately raised his hand in surrender, turned and walked out, "Damn it, when did you steal Coulson's speech?"

"Let's go now?!" Lucifer's exclamation resounded through the wine room again, "No, just after the war ended, don't you two have nothing to express?"

Peter's foot went limp, causing him to trip over the threshold, and his left shoulder slammed against the doorframe, while Newbella yelled with a flushed face, "Can you drink your wine?!"

"I know several coffee houses with good environment, delicious snacks, delicious food and reasonable prices!" Lucifer did not give up, "Whenever you want to go, remember to ask me for a membership card!"

Newbella's expression was about to crack, and steam was blowing from the top of her head: "How do you know—"

"The devil knows everything." Lucifer raised his eyebrows coolly, but quickly returned to his wretched look, and quietly stepped aside, "Go on, go on."

With his green gossip eyes, who can seriously express his feelings?

Newbella pulled Peter outside the door, stuttered for a while, and finally managed to say: "We... we will contact you by email."

The flame of anticipation in Lucifer's eyes went out with a "swish".

"It is said that the most grand Christmas dinner in the history of cold storage, but the wine glass is only the size of Hulk's little fingernail, and it can hold 10ml at most. What is the reason for this?"

In the well-decorated restaurant of the logistics department, Tony pinched a small wine glass with two fingers, and asked Coulson solemnly: "Is SHIELD so poor that they can't even afford wine?"

"It's impossible." Coulson frowned, looking at the ultra-small wine glass, "I said that I can have a good time tonight-here specifically refers to [Avengers]-the logistics department can't prepare such a small wine glass for you Wine glass. Gemma, where's the head of logistics?"

A small group of agents squeezed through the crowded restaurant, struggling to find the head of the logistics department. Newbera stood condescendingly on the second-floor stand, sipping orange juice.

"Aren't you a little too crazy?" Sif walked over holding the wine glass, "It's indeed a glass of 1 years, but you don't have to—" She looked at the small wine glass between her fingers with a wry smile, "This is a small wine glass." Baby size, right?"

"To be precise, these are accessories for Barbie dolls. I don't even know where Peter got them." Newbella said with a grin. It’s not a problem to drink a few cups and live until the Big Bang.”

Sif smiled bitterly again: "If Apollo knew that you were so good at taking advantage of loopholes, he would definitely kill you and not give you eternal life grape juice and eternal life wine."

"He didn't stipulate the size of the wine glass." Newbera rolled his eyes slyly, "I follow the rules."

The so-called glass of 1-year-old wine means that drinking a glass of wine can prolong life by 1 years.And a glass of 5000-year-old grape juice is naturally 5000 years longer.

"We have checked the classics. There is no limit to the size of the wine glass. You can use any glass." Apollo said, "But you only have one chance."

Newbella asked him to explain in detail.

"It means that they can drink as much as they want, but it must be used in a banquet." Apollo considered his words carefully, "You can't keep wine privately, you can't steal it to people other than the Avengers, and you can't count everyone's money. Premeditated pouring wine for them after lifespan in an attempt to keep the extended lifespan within the range you want."

Newbera half understood: "You have to let nature take its course to prolong your life, right? I can't artificially control how much they drink as much as they want, right?"

Apollo's tone was dignified: "It should be, the words written in the ancient books are vague, and we are just guessing——ouch!"

It sounded like Artemis stomped her brother hard.

"In short, I wish you all the best, my dear." Artemis said gently, "You are still allowed to shuttle between Olympus and Earth, remember to come back to visit your mother often."

"Before we left, Aphrodite asked you when to take Peter back to meet the parents." Apollo took a breath, guessing that Artemis's foot was very hard, "You—you should work harder. Ah, everyone is looking forward to it!"

"Brother!" Artemis got angry and turned up the volume, "Aphrodite also told you not to pressure the child!"

"Hey, should we go?" Apollo tried to change the subject, "The God of Hell and Abyss will be off work later, and I don't want to bring Ares back to Olympus."

Newbera pulled her thoughts back to reality, and the group of agents were still running around in the restaurant looking for the head of the logistics department.People kept pushing them away to congratulate the Avengers sitting near the bar, and the Avengers kept pinching their ultra-miniature wine glasses to greet everyone.

With half of his leg disabled, Tony smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes, and his voice swirled: "Hmph, my daughter is amazing!"

Everyone cheered: "Awesome, you are indeed the daughter of [Iron Man]!"

"And he's tall, slender and has long legs!" Someone said.

Tony made a gesture to roll up his sleeves to beat someone up, but he just pretended, and soon said proudly: "Yeah, her mother's genes are too good, there's nothing I can do about it!"

Everyone cheered again: "Isn't that right? Can the goddess' baby be an ordinary baby?"

"I've had at least a few hundred glasses, that's great." Newbera smiled and looked away. In the farthest part of the bar, Peter was obediently drinking grape juice specially prepared for underage agents.

She had to admit that Peter was adorable drinking juice out of a miniature wine glass, and of course he was cute, so whatever he did was cute.

Newbella stared at him obsessively for a long time, then took out his mobile phone and sent Peter an email: "Are you free to have coffee with me tomorrow night? It's been a long time since I played "Look, Find, Find XX."

She saw Peter carefully put down his wine glass, picked up his mobile phone and typed quickly. Although her heavenly eyes were not as good as the Lord God's, she could still see clearly what he wrote.

"OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The author has something to say: Peter: Why are Newbella and I so comfortable chatting in the email, but so uncomfortable when we meet?

Coulson: Young man, don't be addicted to the Internet and the virtual world, you should go out more and see the real world——

Newbella: Hey, who has an electronic pet?The alarm keeps ringing, is it time to feed?

Coulson: Mine my mine! ! !

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