"Boom---"
A massive roar rang out.
Wang Ming opened his eyes from the wooden bed, a formless long sword instantly appearing in his palm, a pair of sword wings slowly growing from his back before transforming back into the appearance of an ordinary cloak.
Releasing spiritual power to look at the situation outside, a scan of divine sense instantly darkened his face.
Putting away his weapons and magical treasures, he opened the wooden door and walked out slowly.
The grass on the lawn not far from the wooden house Wang Ming built was scorched black, revealing a regular circle inside of which were various repetitive runes.
That belonged to the exclusive magic of the Aesir God Race of Asgard.
In the center of the giant circle were two figures.
One was tall and robust, with a mess of golden long hair on his head—Thor, and in Thor's arms was embraced a brown-haired beauty with a Western face.
"Hi! Loki, I've come to see you." Thor greeted her in a familiar, uninvited manner.
Wang Ming was left somewhat unable to react by Thor's actions; it was truly that Wang Ming, an Easterner, found it somewhat difficult to understand the thought circuits of Westerners.
And furthermore,
Thor could be considered a comedic character, and a comedic character's thought circuit was bizarrely unfathomable.
"Who are you?" The woman beside Thor pointed at Wang Ming with her finger.
Wang Ming cast his gaze toward the woman, and Thor said directly, "This is my girlfriend, Jane Foster."
Before Thor could continue his banter and jesting, Jane Foster reached out her palm and lashed it toward Wang Ming: "This slap is for New York."
Thor bringing Jane here was an act of defying Odin's orders, the process had been extremely thrilling, and there had been no