Old Odin swore he never meant to sell his son.

But when a terrifying blue-skinned man whom he had never seen even as a well-informed businessman stared at him with red eyes and picked him up by the collar with a pointed scepter , not only his legs were weak, he even felt that his soft and beautiful white beard was soft.

Passing through Guibao, I don't intend to bother you, so I'm leaving!

leave?A fat teapot who had just come to pour him solicitously cleared his throat, no, no, no, you'd better sit down, our blue-skinned, red-eyed son of Satan, Lord Loki, wants to talk to you.

Then Mr. Teapot was picked up, and his head was shaken violently.

Like it?The blue-skinned man sneered.

Of course, Quill thought dizzily, although his little king himself likes to scare passers-by with titles like "Son of Satan" very much, no one is allowed to use this to laugh at him, otherwise this narrow-minded little monster will never be able to use it. Will not spare him lightly.

He is an absolute tyrant!

I think he might be knocked out.

Mr. Patterned Pillar, standing aside and not very dutifully supporting the ridge of the roof, whispered to the copper-green Miss Gramophone.

Need me to soothe him?Play a soft tune or something?

No, hahahahaha, just imagine, he might vomit from the spout!That must be hilarious!

Mr. Pillar laughed so hard that the ground of the castle shook.

OK, calm down, let's have a good chat!

The rabbit that old Odin had almost caught jumped onto the table, rescued the teapot from the blue man, and made a pause.

The blue-skinned man held his forehead in pain.

How many sons do you have?

he asked impatiently.

One, one?

Old Odin answered uncertainly.

Get him here, or we'll roast you tonight.

are you serious?For the sake of him being your future father-in-law, you plan to chat with him like this——

Mr. Rabbit also felt a headache, and the blue-skinned man had already stood up, as if he was too lazy to waste his words. The dark green cloak hung behind him, forming an imposing arc.

So you are going to eat my son? !

Old Odin asked in panic.

Oh, no no no, that's not true, we're actually good people - come on, you won't believe it.Actually we have a curse here... wait, what does your son look like?like you?

Of course, everyone said he was as handsome as his father!

Old Odin said proudly.

Emmmm......

Mr. Rabbit had no eyebrows to frown, but he wished he had at the moment.

So you're not going to eat him?

No, in fact, we intend to marry your family into a... marriage.

Oh, it's all right if you don't plan to eat him, my horse has run back now, I think he'll be here in a while.

Old Odin breathed a sigh of relief.

So, it's all right now, can I have some biscuits, black tea and milk first?

Hey!He said no problem!

Miss Gramophone spoke briskly, and played the wedding march.

Look at Quill hahahahaha!

Mr. Zhuzi was still laughing.

Mr. Little Rabbit looked at Mr. Teapot who was dizzy on the table, Mr. Pillar who was shaking with laughter, Mrs. Gramophone who happily started playing the wedding march, Miss Wardrobe who was calmly watching a show, And his potted little friend, and looking at old Odin who was waiting for him to bring the biscuits, he suddenly felt that there was no hope at all in life.

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