Chapter 316 The special identity of Little Briquette?

That's right, it was Asgard's Rainbow Bridge that fell from the sky. Sherlock and his little coal ball were teleported to Heimdall in front of Heimdall without even reacting.

At this time, at the entrance of the Rainbow Bridge, Thor stood behind Heimdall and looked expectantly in the direction of the Rainbow Bridge. When a cat with two tails came out and a raven standing on the cat's back, , Thor seemed to have seen a ghost.

Do you know what it means to jump three feet high?

Sherlock saw it with his own eyes this time. The moment Sherlock and his little briquettes appeared at the gate of the Rainbow Bridge, Thor jumped up to his feet as if he had seen something very scary. How high.

Before Sherlock could react what was going on, the Meowth Hammer flew out of Asgard's palace and landed in Thor's hand in an instant. Thor immediately entered a fighting state and died. Staring at the bird and the cat on Sherlock's side.

Although Heimdall on the other side was not as nervous as Thor, who looked like he was about to fight, he also looked at the bird and cat that appeared at the entrance of the Rainbow Bridge with a wary expression.

Looking at the nervous two people, Sherlock felt a touch of happiness for the first time. It made you summon me all the time. This time, you summoned me wrong. Are you scared?

Damn it, I finally fought back against this old bastard Thor!

Sherlock glanced at the nervous two people with his scarlet eyes, and then he turned back to his original appearance.

Watching Sherlock eagerly transform from a bird into a human being, Thor did not show the surprised expression that Sherlock imagined. He still stared at Sherlock with a defensive posture. Well, or rather Staring at the small briquettes at Sherlock's feet.

Of course, Little Coal Ball couldn't stand Thor either. He had been venting his anger on Thor and Heimdall ever since he appeared in Asgard.

In the end, Sherlock couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the small briquettes and put them in his arms. He licked the small briquettes in his arms while Thor and Heimdall looked at him in horror.

Seeing that the little coal ball was no longer hostile to Sol and the two, he just put the little coal ball on top of his head.

The little briquette seemed too lazy to pay attention to the feelings of the two strong men opposite him. When Sherlock masturbated, he made a happy little purr. When Sherlock put the little briquette on top of his head, he started to moan directly. It turned into liquid and spread into a cat cake on top of Sherlock's head.

Looking at Thor and Heimdall, who still looked wary, Sherlock looked at the two people opposite him almost as if they were looking at fools. After a while, they didn't relax. Finally, Sherlock couldn't help but speak. .

"Say, what's wrong with you two? Why do you look like you're facing an enemy?"

Listening to Sherlock's calm tone, Thor's voice trembled a little. He raised the hammer in his hand and waved to Sherlock tremblingly.

"Sher...Sherlock, my brother! Put that thing on your head on the ground quickly and come here! Hurry up! People will die!"

Listening to Thor's nervous look, Sherlock rolled his eyes angrily, scratched the chin of the little briquettes spread out like a cat cake on top of his head with his index finger, and listened to the purring sound of the little briquettes. , and then complained to Sol.

"Don't worry, it's just a kitten on Earth, not an element-devouring beast. I've checked it, so you don't have to be so nervous!"

It's okay that Sherlock didn't say anything. After saying that, Thor's eyes almost popped out of his head, especially when he saw Sherlock scratching the kitten's chin and the kitten purred comfortably, Thor said He asked with a trembling voice, as if he had seen a miracle that he could not believe in his whole life.

"Brother, tell me the truth. Do you really not have any side business or hidden identity?"

After listening to Thor's words, Sherlock rolled his eyes angrily and responded directly.

"You have a fucking hidden identity. What's going on with you? Hurry up and explain it. Once you've finished explaining it, tell me what you're doing with me. Damn it, don't make trouble for her!"

Seemingly sensing that Sherlock was a little impatient, Thor glanced at Sherlock and then at the small briquettes on Sherlock's head. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

After a while, Thor gradually let go of the look of being desperate for the next second and gradually returned to normal. However, although the surface returned to normal, Heimdall standing next to Thor could still see Thor. In fact, all the muscles in your body are tense.

"Did you know? The thing on top of your head is not a real kitten, nor is it a Yuan-devouring beast. It is a more terrifying thing than a Yuan-devouring beast, and there are legends about it throughout the universe.

Legend has it that if a massacre or disaster is about to occur in a place, well, in short, when there will be a large number of casualties, this little guy will appear there, and then quietly disappear.

It is not that no one wants to catch this little guy to find out, but without exception, anyone who is close to this little guy will lose their life, and the death is extremely miserable. So far, there is no such thing in the entire universe. One can truly own the gadget on top of your head.

Everyone says it is the incarnation of death, the real pet of the God of Death, and an existence that helps the God of Death harvest life! "

Listening to Thor's introduction to the little guy on top of his head, Sherlock called him "good guy" and held the little coal ball on top of his head in front of him for observation.

Seeing his little briquette's body slumped into a long cat shape after being picked up, Sherlock looked at the kitten in front of him, and then looked at Thor who looked frightened not far away.

Good guy, are you sure this silly, soft little thing is the symbol of death in your mouth? Is this thing the pet of the god of death in your mouth?

Don't be ridiculous, what does Death do with this thing? Is it cute?

Sherlock didn't believe a word of Thor's statement. He rolled his eyes at Thor angrily. Under the horrified looks of Thor and Heimdall, he buried his face in the belly of the little coal ball. Take a deep breath.

Well, that’s right!

After taking a sip of the cat, Sherlock seemed to have regained his energy. He threw the confused little coal briquettes on his head again, and then turned to Thor and Heim who were standing not far away. Dahl two.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense, tell me, what are you doing to me again?"