Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

At night in the Huxindao Manor, the banquet hall was brightly lit, and the shadows of the glasses were swaying. The bright lights were reflected by various wines, creating a magnificent color.

The well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, holding wine glasses, chuckled and whispered to each other, the fragrance clouds were floating, and the music was melodious. It was a scene of a prosperous age.

At this time, Agent Natasha Romanoff changed into a red dress and a black suit and bow tie. Hawkeye Barton stood quietly in a corner where no one was paying attention, observing these people from the Tang Group. .

Perhaps in order to show their strength, this so-called reception banquet was held in a grand manner. In addition to a few of them, many senior officials of the Tang Group came.

"It looks like we've fallen into a devil's cave!"

Natasha Romanoff was holding a champagne glass, and under the cover of her drinking movements, she whispered to Hawkeye Barton on the side.

Hawkeye Barton also raised his wine glass and looked at the center of the banquet hall. The signing ceremony had just been held. Tang Song, who was chatting happily with the captain, said in a low voice: "Which of our missions did we not break into a devil's cave, but We always escape unscathed! It’s the same this time too!”

"I hope so!" Natasha Romanoff raised her glass and clinked it with Barton, leaving a trace of lipstick on the champagne glass.

"What are the functions of the documents we signed? I always feel something is wrong!" Natasha Romanov adjusted her stance slightly so that the brooch camera on her red dress could have a wider angle of view. , photograph more people.

Natasha Romanoff thought again of the employment documents that Tang Song had produced. Although with the mediation of Tony and Thor, in the end, only Tony, Captain, Bruce Wayne and Diana of the Justice League , Clark and several others signed these documents.

But it also shows that this god does not pay attention to her, Barton, Dr. Banner and others.

The feeling of being despised made Natasha Romanov couldn't help but tighten the cup in her hand!

Snapped!
The champagne glass was crushed directly by her, and the broken glass shards directly cut Natasha Romanoff's palm, and the bright red blood fell drop by drop and sprinkled on the ground.

"Natasha!" Barton stepped forward quickly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered her bleeding palm.

"I'm fine!" Natasha Romanoff shook her head. This minor injury was nothing to a top agent like her who had experienced hundreds of battles and suffered numerous injuries.

"I'm just worried about Tony and Captain. In those fables, people who sign contracts with the devil don't end well. There must be something wrong with those documents!"

"I know this, and the captain and the others must also know it, but in this situation, we have no choice. We can only choose to believe what Constantine said!" Barton said while cleaning Natasha Romanov's wounds. .

"I hope so!" Natasha Romanoff looked up and looked around, and suddenly found that the maids holding the trays and the bodyguards on duty outside the banquet hall were looking at her strangely.

The green eyes were like those of a hungry wolf seeing flesh and blood. Although it passed by in a flash, it was keenly captured by Natasha Romanov.

Before Natasha Romanoff could figure out the meaning of these looks, a pretty maid walked directly towards her.

"Madam, I see you are injured. This is the healing potion of our Down Syndrome Group. Spray it twice and the wound will heal quickly!" The brown-haired maid walked up to Natasha Romanoff and handed a bottle of spray potion to her. To Natasha Romanoff.

"Thank you!" After Natasha Romanoff expressed her gratitude to the maid, she took the bottle of medicine from the maid. She did not choose to spray it on the wound immediately. Instead, she waited for the maid to leave and handed the medicine to Barton. .

After Hawkeye Barton took the potion, he stuffed the bottle of potion directly into his pants pocket, continued to help Natasha Romanoff clean the wound on his hand, and then took out a handkerchief and carefully bandaged it for him.

"Beautiful lady, you're bleeding!"

A highly recognizable man wearing the same brown trench coat that had never changed for thousands of years walked up to Natasha Romanoff, shaking a champagne glass, and looked at her bandaged palm with a strange look in his eyes.

"It's not a good thing to bleed around here!"

"Mr. Constantine, what do you mean?"

Natasha Romanoff looked at the man in confusion. The man was none other than John Constantine, the famous scumbag in the DC universe.

The matter involves gods, a field that he does not understand, although Bruce Wayne also doubts whether John Constantine has anything to do with the Tang and Song Dynasties.

After all, the original blood sacrifice incident was initiated by Constantine, but in this situation, Bruce Wayne could only bite the bullet and find him,

Only after the document they signed had been tested by Constantine did they dare to write it with confidence...
Although Bruce Wayne knew that John, an old acquaintance, was extremely unreliable, in his impression, he would not harm his old friend.

Of course, if Bruce Wayne had truly understood the bad things John Constantine had done, he wouldn't have asked John Constantine to be the appraiser.

After all, John Constantine survives in the magical world by betraying his trust, betraying his friends, framing the blame, and taking care of his sister-in-law (cross out the last item). He can no longer be described as infamous in the magical world.
John Constantine took out a sapphire oak cigarette case from his arms, took out a cigarette, and took out a solid gold lighter from his pocket, slowly lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a cigarette lock up,

"You are bleeding among a group of vampires, and you are undoubtedly telling them to eat!"

"Vampire!?" Natasha Romanoff and Barton were horrified and couldn't help but look at the group of handsome male and beautiful waiters around them!

The waiters who shuttled among the crowd at the banquet were all slender, but their faces were fair and handsome, especially their complexions, which were faintly unhealthy and pale.

"They are vampires!?" Barton had dealt with these dark creatures when he was performing SHIELD missions in the original universe. He knew that their hearing was far superior to humans, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Don't worry, there are real bosses, what these vampires don't dare to do to you?"

John Constantine was smoking a cigarette, but under the smoke his eyes were looking at the white breasts exposed under Natasha Romanov's red dress.

As the famous Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff has met all kinds of men, and she was easily aware of Constantine's eyes falling on her.

However, Natasha Romanov didn't mean to hide it at all, and instead smiled charmingly at Konstantin.

"When you say the real boss, you mean the god!"

Following Natasha Romanoff's gaze, John Constantine saw the figure of Tang Song at a glance.

"Fake!"

Unprepared, Constantine's eyes blessed with spiritual vision magic looked directly at Tang and Song. The moment he saw Tang and Song's figure, he felt as if he was looking directly at the sun, and his tears burst out uncontrollably, stimulated by a burst of golden light. Flow down.

If he hadn't lowered his head in time, the golden light like the sun would have directly blinded his eyes.

"Mr. Constantine, are you okay?"

Facing Constantine who suddenly burst into tears and rubbed his eyes with his hands, Natasha Romanov and Barton looked at each other. Natasha Romanov stepped forward and asked with concern: "Do you need it?" I’m calling the doctor!”

"No!" Constantine wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his right hand and waved with his left hand: "I'll just rest for a while!"

The fact was indeed as Constantine said. After he rubbed it a dozen times, his eyes no longer shed tears, but his red and swollen eyes did not look like they were fine.

"Mr. Constantine, what happened to you just now?"

As a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., known as the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff is very good at collecting intelligence, so after returning from the DC Universe, she set out to collect famous superheroes and villains from the Justice League and even the entire DC Universe. data of.

I just looked for some comic and film changes information, and of course there was a detailed introduction to Constantine.

Natasha Romanoff couldn't say that she understood Zha Kang's character, but she could only say that he almost had no panties left.

In the face of alcoholism, lust, smoking, and even Constantine in some worlds, if it weren't for his knowledge of black magic and his bold personality, John Constantine would be nothing like those street gangsters in her eyes Both.

For this kind of people, the famous Black Widow has always been very skillful...
"Do you remember there is a sentence in the Bible that says, Do not look directly at the Lord!" John Constantine said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth. He folded his arms, and the magic arrays on his arms gathered together, using his arms to The magic sigil dispels the spiritual vision magic in his eyes.

Along with the six-pointed star rune on John Constantine's arm, there is a faint magical atmosphere...
During the reception, many people looked over at the same time.

In a corner of the banquet hall, several burly men were gathering together to test their strength after getting drunk.
One of them, a tall, strong old man with a fierce face, felt the magic wave and looked back in the direction of John Constantine. Then he bumped the blond young man in black next to him with his arm.

"The aura of the beholder clan is strange. Didn't that unlucky beholder even have its eyes dug out and made into gems? With this magic strength, could it be said that there is another beholder king in hell!"

"You ask me? How would I know!"

If you look closely, you will find that the blond young man blinks dozens of times faster than normal people, and his pupils are compound eyes made up of countless small eyeballs like flies.

Beelzebub, who was almost knocked out by the old devil dragon's elbow, glared at him speechlessly, and continued to look at the crowd, several of them competing for strength. Thor was holding a huge gold cup made of pure gold in his hand, which could hold two liters of fine wine. He poured the best red wine into his stomach with large gulps, and boasted about his power with saliva splashing everywhere.

"I shouldn't be called Thor. Look at my muscles and my figure. Well, I used to have a good figure.
Hahaha, I am the most powerful in Asgard, no one can beat me in strength!
I can run around Asgard for three days and three nights. I am actually called Hercules! "

As Thor raised his hand to hold it, a heavy short-handled hammer flew over from nowhere and landed in his hand.

Holding Mjolnir, Thor boasted proudly: "Look, my Mjolnir is made entirely of the heaviest Death Star core.

It is comparable to the weight of an asteroid. If you can lift it, I will admit that your strength exceeds mine! "

"This hammer is engraved with runes and contains a powerful magical power. It seems to be the magic of the Asa Protoss. Odin should have cast magic on it!"

"Odin, I remember him, he put a hole in my tail with that spear of eternity!
In terms of strength, he is much stronger than the previous generation of God King Baoer. However, although the Asa Protoss has a very long lifespan, compared with us who have immortal lifespans, the Asa Protoss are also a group of short-lived species!

Hohoho, now I am standing here, but Odin is gone! This is the power of time! "

"So, how long do you think that person will live? I don't want to be a slave all the time."

"Shut up! Don't say some things here!"

Just when the old devil dragon and Beelzebub were whispering...
Dr. Banner adjusted his glasses in the crowd. He naturally understood what happened to Thor's Thor's hammer. This thing is not something you can lift with strength.

It was enchanted by Odin, the King of the Gods, and only those with a righteous heart could lift it.

He had tried it before when he transformed into the Hulk. He could easily carry hundreds of tons of power, but he couldn't shake the hammer at all.

Thor took out Thor's hammer to test his strength. It was simply cheating...
However, as a friend, Dr. Banner did not choose to expose Thor, but cast a curious look at Clark.

I wonder if this Superman can lift Mjolnir.

"Let me try!"

Superman, who had drunk a lot of wine, was a little drunk at the moment. After all, considering that many of the guests at this banquet were inhuman beings, in addition to normal red wine and champagne, the banquet also included some magical medicinal wine.

This is what Superman Clark drank. Clark, who had never tasted the taste of failure, drank a little too much and experienced the feeling of being drunk for the first time in his life.

Facing Thor's provocation, he directly opened his hand and gestured towards Thor.

Thor rolled his eyes and threw Mjolnir in his hand towards Clark.

The heavy hammer of Mjolnir flashed with lightning and hit Clark.

Clark's figure flashed quickly, and his rapid figure left several afterimages in place. When he returned to the place again, he already held the Thor's Hammer in his hand.

With Thor's mouth wide open and his expression of disbelief, Clark tentatively waved the hammer in his hand, and thunder and lightning roared in the dark night sky.
"What a magical weapon!" Clenching the handle of the hammer, Clark felt as if he could control the power of lightning in the sky with his arms. Superman, whose nerves were stimulated by the alcohol and was somewhat excited, directly grasped the hammer and swung it hard.

More than a dozen thunderbolts as huge as mountains struck towards the manor in an instant.
Seeing these lightning lights piercing the sky and heading towards the Lake Island Manor, these lightning lights suddenly turned ninety degrees and passed over the manor like meteors. They flashed like fireworks and were beautiful in an instant.

Clark held Mjolnir in his hand and looked not far away. Two figures were walking side by side.

The man on the left knew Clark, it was Ryan who was inextricably linked to the fight, and the force he had just fought for control of the lightning came from him.

As for the strong man on the right, although Clark didn't recognize him, he could feel the power under the muscles as strong as steel ingots.

Very strong!

"Everyone, are you playing some interesting game here? Can you join us two?"

Ryan smiled and greeted everyone. Kane on the side looked directly at Superman Clark, his eyes unabashedly eager to fight.

Superman! I really want to have a fight with him!

"We are just testing our strength to see who can lift Thor's hammer!"

Dr. Banner was also startled by the lightning just now, and he quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Thor's Hammer!" Ryan looked at the Thor's Hammer in Clark's hand, and looked suspiciously at Thor who shrank to the corner.

"Thor, your Mjolnir is repaired!"

"This is not my one!" Thor muttered in reply, and spread his hands towards Clark with a jealous face: "Give me back the hammer!"

Just when Clark was about to throw the hammer back to Thor.

A space door with sparks flying suddenly appeared on the lawn of the banquet hall. There was a sound of fighting and wailing on the other side of the space door, which was also mixed with the smell of blood mixed with the smell of sulfur.

"Suck!" The old demon dragon twitched his nose: "The smell of the abyss, opposite is the 3-story abyss!"

At this time, all the bodyguards of the manor rushed over and looked warily at the space door in front of them.
However, when he heard the movement, Tang Song, who was bringing Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark and others, waved his hand, motioning for everyone to disperse, and quietly looked at the space door in front of him.

Tony Stark, Captain America, Black Widow Natasha, Dr. Banner and others looked at the space door in front of them with wide eyes.

Those of them who have fought alongside Doctor Strange are naturally familiar with the spells that Doctor Strange is good at, but Doctor Strange in their universe has disappeared along with half of the life in the universe with the snap of Thanos' fingers.

Could it be that the opposite is the Doctor Strange of this universe?

Just as they were expecting, a dark shadow flashed past, and a figure nearly four meters tall jumped out of the space door.

Purple-black blood as thick as lava spurted out from the man's body, and the hot blood melted the surrounding ground.

The tall figure groaned in pain and roared sharply:

"Hela! You crazy woman, I curse you, curse you Asa clan, you will not have a good death. And Thor, you bastard, I curse you to give birth to a son without an asshole, curse you."

"Damn devil, I didn't offend you!" Thor, the God of Thunder, was not happy. He stepped forward and cursed at the devil.

This hell demon with four dark red flesh wings and a sharp horn on its forehead raised its head and looked at the obese Thor, the God of Thunder, with a face full of disbelief.

The aura was correct. This guy had just been knocked away by his hammer, so how could he become so fat in the blink of an eye?

Before the hell demon could figure it out, dozens of sharp blood crystal-like handleless daggers flew out from the space door, directly pinning the hell demon into a honeycomb.

The bloody crystal-like handleless dagger emits streaks of bloody light. Layers of bloody light will instantly cover the hell demon, and soon a bloody cocoon will be wrapped around it.

"Da da da da-"

Just when everyone was stunned by the sudden scene, crisp sounds of high-heeled footsteps sounded from the other side of the space door.

In the eyes of everyone, a long leg with a sky-high foot stepped out from the space door.
"It's so lively!" Hela looked at the people watching, smiled slightly, and looked at Tang Song: "This is a banquet!"

Tang Song stepped forward and hugged Hela's waist: "Why are you here?"

"Why, you don't welcome me, master!" Hela said the last two words almost in Tang Song's ear.

Dressed in black clothes and with long hair hanging loose, Sister Hela was very stylish, but she did not shy away from rubbing shoulders with Tang and Song Dynasties.

Everyone present was a kind of person with sharp ears and eyes. Clark could even easily hear extremely small sounds hundreds of kilometers away. Everyone looked at the two of them with ambiguous eyes. Of course, they were all greedy eyes.

However, it was obvious that the domineering Goddess of Death did not care about other people's gazes, and was just minding her own business, biting Boss Tang's ear.