Stand User in Marvel Universe

After coming out of the pizza shop, you can still hear the noise inside.

This warmth seems to have faded away the cold of the world, making people unwilling to leave.

Maybe that's the real reason people are standing in line to eat here...

Dior turned around and seemed to see visions smiling at him.

“Come on, let's go. ”

“Pfft, will you stop talking first? I'm afraid I can't help it. ”

Some dizzy Dior shut his mouth helplessly, and now his mouth is black and green, a mouth that scares the life out of him.

So instead of smiling at me, I couldn't help but smile?

Eight West!

Dior, who was almost 'gong hua', got in the car with a black face.

The next day, Steve stayed at the base and Fast Bank continued to tap its potential, while Dior and Natasha arrived in New Asgard.

“There are magic hammers here and in the golden palace. ”

Dior gauged this new Asgard house, and looked at these Asgardians as if they were fully integrated into the planet, in a state of unspeakable complexity.

“Hey, what are you doing here? ”

Valkyrie, the goddess of martial arts in a colored orange sportswear, dropped the cargo she needed to carry and said hello aloud.

“Long time no see, it seems you've adjusted to your current life. ”

Dior came with Natasha, and almost every Asgardian was busy, losing half their homeland and half their companions, but the rest of them were the seeds of hope, and they would revive Asgard with their own hands.

But there seems to be something wrong with their leader...

“Well, okay, I did get a little uncomfortable at first, but after a long time, I found this place to be perfect for us.” Valkyrie whispered, seemingly indifferent.

“You're looking for Saul, aren't you? Give it up, he won't see you. In fact, even we can see him only at the beginning of the month, when he comes out to get... ‘supplies’. ”

Following her gaze, both Dior and Natasha saw dozens of cans of beer in a corner like a gas tank.

Neither of them thought of Saul's problems more seriously than they thought, so they looked at each other and saw each other's thoughts.

“That's not necessarily true. I'm more experienced than you are with ‘getting out of autochthonous’, so leave it to me. ”

Valkyrie shrugged helplessly, "Come with me, I hope you can get that guy out of that damn room! ”

Not to blame for her poor verbal attitude, now was the time when the Asgard people needed their king to come forward, but their king had begun to abandon herself like an immature child, and how that did not disappoint her, perhaps it was a mistake for her to choose to return.

Soon, Valkyrie brought them both to a room.

“Saul's in there. The rest is up to you. I've got some stuff to move out.” Valkyrie glanced inside and sighed and turned around.

“Looks like our old friend is very autistic.” Dior had a thought.

“If it weren't for that, it wouldn't be our turn, he'd be out of jail himself, would he?” Natasha doesn't know whether to say it to Dior, to herself, or to Saul inside.

Then the knocking sounded.

And no one answered...

Natasha was going to knock on the door again, and Dior stopped her, “I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it. Please come in. ”

Watching Dior pull down the wooden door just a little hard, Natasha took a deep breath and walked in with a strong urge to spit.

“This smell... it's like something died in it. ”

As soon as he entered the door, he frowned, not only because of the cloudy, smelly air, but also because he smelled another 'smell’.

“Hello, Saul? ”

“Oh, look who's here! Welcome to New Asgard. Good to see you! Want a bottle? By the way, can you fix my TV antenna? Two weeks ago, I couldn't watch the TV channel, and the sports channel was like a heavy mosaic, so I had to stay in the room and play games, and the other day there was this asshole named God who almost blew his head off with an axe, and he dared to ambush Thor, the great son of Odin, in the grass, and kill me 20 times...”

After a big tummy with his nose pinched and bare arms and a strange hug from Saul, Dior and Natasha discovered helplessly that Saul, the handsome and powerful thunder god, had now become a fat house that could only squat at home and even look so pingy... pingy.

“Saul! You know we're not here to help you fix any TV antennas, or to hear you brag about playing games with people, you're ruining yourself. ”

Watching the mess in the house, the empty bottles, and the storm axe that fell into the bottle opener... Natasha stared into Saul's eyes and said with the utmost seriousness.

Looks like some crazy Thorna paused his hand, but he kept stuffing it in his mouth to start a ton.

“Hey, listen, I'm fine, better than ever. Don't I look so good?” Saul laughed very fake, as if he was forced out with flesh on his face.

“You look like a beach of ice cream. ”

Dior walked over and said, "You're welcome."

“Ha ha, you're still so funny. So what are you guys doing here? Are you here to play? Or to see an old friend? ”

“It was, but now I've changed my mind, maybe I should beat you up. ”

“Wow, that's not a very funny joke.” Saul said, picking up the Storm Axe with one hand, but still smiling.

“Looks like you haven't rotted into your bones. Although you can still pick up this axe, how much strength do you have now? Maybe I should go to the streets and find you some homeless practitioners? ”

Dior's gaze swept through his stomach for four or five months, and he said without shame.

Natasha noticed that Saul's hand tightened a little, and it seemed that Dior's dramatic manoeuvre was working somewhat, but nothing had happened as expected.

Saul just smiled and lifted the Storm Axe and opened himself another bottle of wine.

If the artifact had a spirit, it would have jumped right out and strangled the bastard!