Do you want to eat Amway? [Comprehensive British and American]

"Believe me, this will be very difficult." Loki still admitted with a complicated expression, unwilling to admit it.He moved his lips, as if he wanted to describe the terror of the mysterious man in detail to Karl, but Karl shook his head at him.

Who knows better than Karl how powerful the mysterious man is?

Loki once followed the man whose name cannot be mentioned, and was instructed by him to come to Earth, just to get back the Rubik's Cube.

Now Loki holds the spiritual scepter given to him by that person in his hand, and he has not handed over the Rubik's Cube, which can be said to have completely let go of the other party's pigeons.

This is probably why the mysterious man couldn't tolerate him in the future.

Loki is so preoccupied now, is it because he thought of this part?

Carl thought about it, stopped eating, looked at Loki's dark green eyes comfortingly, and said in a gentle voice: "You have to have confidence in me, Loki, my strength is not weak, and Ancient One is also there... ..."

"He has an entire army, and there are too many cosmic races under his orders." Loki said the information he knew.

Karl nodded slightly, but there was no surprise in his heart.

He also knows this.His part/body destroying blade is still in the army, and he even has a wife in name.

Karl was wondering if he could use this to divide the Mysterious Man's team.

"As long as you master the gems and don't give the mysterious man a chance to attack the earth, his army will be nothing to fear." Karl glanced around, seeing whether it was Steve, Tony, Sol, Hela or Ancient One, Baba Ji, all frowned and fell into silence, without the lively atmosphere just now.

Carl was going to continue to narrate his detailed thoughts, but was kicked by Loki who reminded him under the table.He was startled, feeling very guilty, and quickly changed the subject: "...Anyway, it's not a difficult task. You don't have to worry, just eat quickly. Today, everyone is having a carnival at will, and it doesn't matter how much you drink!"

Tony's eyes were deep, caramel-colored eyes full of worry, he opened his mouth to ask something, Carl raised his glass to him: "Cheers, Tony."

"—Cheers." This moment blocked Tony's words, and he could only finish his glass of wine.

Carl held back all his thoughts, and felt more and more guilty, so he could only clink glasses one by one, choking back all their words.

Yes, it was hard for everyone to celebrate Christmas together. He brought up such a heavy topic and took everyone away. This is too unreasonable.

Karl is the elder, and the cubs are juniors in front of him. The wine he poured had to be drunk by others. After a while, the cubs filled with wine in a few glasses were drunk.

The scene gradually got out of control.

"Dad... Guess which one is me?" Loki was held down by Sol and drank a lot of wine, the corners of his drunken eyes were flushed, and when he wanted to play a prank, he lazily leaned on the chair, parted by his side. Two identical Lokis emerged—both flushed.

Longevity, three drunken antlers! !

All the thoughts in Carl's heart were swept away by this amusing scene, he almost laughed out loud, and looked back and forth pretending to be hesitant: "Um..."

"Can't you recognize it?" Loki's mouth lifted up triumphantly, and he smiled very happily.

Karl nodded, and his smile became brighter, but he didn't speak the truth.

It seemed that Loki was completely drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have revealed such a simple flaw.

Look, how easy it is to tell the three of them apart - the real body is sitting, and the two are standing. Unless Carl is stupid, he can't tell who is who!

"Huh!" The wobbly Sol suddenly fell on Loki's lap, struggled to sit up and grabbed Loki's collar, stared at him with his misty eyes, and asked in amazement, "Why is my brother so tired?" Turned into three? Completely...completely indistinguishable?!"

"..." Carl silently covered his forehead with a headache.

Stupid Saul.

"Sol, which one do you think is me?" Loki raised his tone, grabbing his brother with great interest and continuing to play the game.

"Yes..." Saul really recognized it for a long time, and then pointed to the left with a firm expression, "This one!"

Loki was amused and laughed aloud, very happy, with the cunning of a successful prank, he took out a dagger as if threatening, threw it lightly, and asked, "You guess again?"

This is obviously...the meaning of using a knife if you guess wrong.

Even though Sol was still half-drunk, he swallowed subconsciously, and was awakened a little by this familiar pain.

"Right...I think it's the one on the right." Sol tried to stay awake this time, observed carefully for a long time, and finally said with certainty, "It's the one on the right, that's right!"

"..." Saul spoke too quickly, Carl wanted to remind him before it was too late, but the blond stupid man blurted out in a firm tone.

Carl quickly looked back at Loki nervously.

The evil god sighed regretfully on the surface, but seeing the upward arc of the corner of his mouth, he was actually happier.

"Brother idiot." Loki lowered his voice as if sighing, and didn't mean to really stab Sol. He put away the knife and brought over the half barrel of divine wine left on the table, and slapped Sol fiercely. After entering, the voice became more and more gentle, "...just pretend you're drunk."

Carl: "—?!"

"Pfft—grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, however, when Sol finally raised his head from the barrel, and frantically wiped off the alcohol on his face, he saw Loki and the two Loki clones leaning against each other, completely drunk Yes, I slept soundly.

"Haven't you put your avatar back when you're drunk? You'll freeze if you sit on the floor." Thor was shocked, staggered, walked over and dragged both Loki avatars/bodies to the sofa, and then pulled Loki Jiji also hugged him, then shook his head trying to sober up.

Carl frowned, noticed something, and asked in surprise, "Sol...can you tell the difference?"

"..." Saul didn't answer this question, but leaned against the sofa, half asleep with his eyes downcast, seemed completely drunk, and even whispered.

Karl had nothing to do with him, so he had to look elsewhere.

Most of the other cubs are also full and no longer pay attention to the table.Hawkeye pulled Big Bruce to sing ghostly and howlingly, and Tony sat on the chair blankly after being drunk, motionless, only chanting words in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was chanting.Steve's cheeks were flushed, he ran to the bathroom again and again awkwardly, and firmly refused to drink again.

Several small cubs looked at them drunkenly, and looked at the other side who seemed not drunk. The queen sat on the chair imposingly, staring at their Hela indifferently, and squeezed tremblingly all the way to Karl.

"What's the matter?" Karl noticed that they seemed to have something to say, and asked gently.

"Daddy...we want, want to put on a show for you." Jason felt ashamed, but he was the king of the kids among these cubs, so he could only bite the bullet and stammered.

"Show?" Carl was surprised and delighted.It was the first time for him to face such a feedback method from the cub, and he felt a little touched, but he didn't know what to say.

Oh my god... the combined ages of these little guys are all under 30 years old. They have short hands and legs, and they are so cute. What kind of show can they perform for him?

The expectations in Carl's heart went up all of a sudden.

Jason closed his eyes, his face flushed with shame, and he pinched his waist with one hand and shouted, "I'm Jason Altman!"

Carl: "..."

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"I'm Ultraman Blue!" Little Brucey's eyes sparkled, he didn't feel ashamed, instead he shouted happily, and even jumped up on his short legs.

"I'm Nata... Ultraman." The little Natasha stood on the other side of Jason, and said it very hard, her head almost fell into the ground.

"I'm the big monster Clark!" The last one to appear was little Clark. He was too young to feel ashamed. Instead, he played the monster with great relish. He clenched his fists and raised his fists diagonally forward, rampaging. He ran towards the three little Ultramans.

The three little Ultraman also changed positions according to the original drill, and started the classic monster-fighting plot.

Everything was fine at first, but it was a wonderful show rehearsed by several children. Carl, who was shocked, came back to his senses and planned to applaud.Who knew... the besieged big monster Clark was a little anxious, raised his fists above his head, kicked his feet on the ground, and made a pose pretending that the monster was flying.

——The little boy was thrown out like a cannonball, uncontrollably, at a fast speed, and flew out of Ultraman Blue and hit the ceiling.

"..." The only little Peter who didn't join was stunned, envious and shocked, his eyes widened, "...Wow?!"

"I should join too!" He said regretfully and enviously, "I can be the monster Peter and be with Clark!"

At this time, little Bruce, who was stunned by the sudden situation, cried out a little milky voice with a "woo--" and burst into tears, "--Clark! You don't want to die!"

what.

Carl couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and he didn't have time to correct Peter's thoughts, and he didn't bother to coax little Bruce, so he hurried over to check how the fallen little Clark was doing.

Look at the moment when Clark flew... Well, it should be that he has gradually awakened his ability?

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~