Ridiculous.
This pose was just too ridiculous.
Even Xia Ling didn't know what to say for a moment.
He could only say blandly, "Kid, it's not New Year yet. Kneeling before me now won't get you a red envelope."
The sudden punch had left Loki reeling. After finally regaining his balance, he realized he was kneeling before Xia Ling in an extremely awkward pose.
His face flushed bright red. He wanted to get up at once, but the pain in his body left him unable to move. All he could do was look awkwardly at Xia Ling, his feelings a tangled mess.
Xia Ling's words filled Loki with humiliation and anger. If Xia Ling were just an ordinary mortal, Loki would have killed him without a second thought.
But ever since he'd seen Xia Ling casually playing with Thor's Hammer, he'd abandoned that idea.
This man was no mortal. Otherwise, Odin would have killed him long ago.
Unlike Thor, Loki knew perfectly well that Odin was watching them. If some unrelated person took Thor's Hammer, even if he could lift it, Odin would kill him.
"Loki, can you explain something to me? You're a mage, so why are you taking a little knife and acting like an assassin? Fine, be an assassin—but why are you so bad at it? What's the reason?"
There was a teasing note in Xia Ling's voice. He'd always wanted to ask this: why did all these mages, archers, warriors, and assassins never do what they were supposed to? It was seriously weird.
"Hmph. You think I want to do this?"
Loki struggled to sit up. Pain furrowed his brow, but he still tried to maintain his dignity.
"I originally planned to use the chaos to catch Bronksky off guard. I'm no match for him in