Chapter 355

Winter nights arrive very late, but the darkness is also deeper. In the nights approaching Christmas, human dreams are always more varied. Santa Claus drives a sleigh pulled by reindeer, flying through one dream after another, bringing beautiful holiday fantasies to people.

In the dream on the top floor of Stark Tower, Shiler touched his chin and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to memorize such a long speech, and the improvisation at the end was also quite good..."

"Heaven knows how long I memorized it, and I had to practice my expressions in front of the mirror. Do you know how hard that is? Since it's your plan, can't you go do it yourself..."

"Where would I get magical power to give to a symbiote? I'm just an ordinary person." Shiler walked over to the sofa and sat down. Stark watched the two of them discuss, rubbing his eyes, feeling that his moral bottom line was completely out of place here.

He said, "Is it really okay for you to deceive the symbiote's feelings like this? Even if it's 'sending charcoal in the snow,' is there any need to make it so sentimental?"

"Do you know who the technical consultant for this performance was?"

"Who?"

"It was Venom. He said cosmic agents are most susceptible to a sense of mission and responsibility. As long as humans start from this point, they will definitely be moved to tears."

Stark asked suspiciously, "What kind of grudge does that pile of sludge have against the cosmic agents?"

"Their grudge is huge. The cosmic agents had been hunting Venom for a long time because he dumped shit into the starport of the Sulfur Dwarves in Andromeda..."

"But now, their hatred must have been resolved." Strange also walked back and sat down, saying, "Because the Sulfur Dwarves have become the enemy."

"That's not necessarily true." Shiler yawned and said, "The Sulfur Dwarves declared war on the Coalition civilization, the Coalition civilization had a falling out with the symbiotes, and now there is a three-way standoff in Andromeda. The enemy of an enemy is a friend."

"But the Sulfur Dwarves shouldn't be uniting with the symbiotes either, right? The hatred between them is even deeper, and symbiotes are very afraid of the sound waves and flames when dwarves forge metal. He definitely wouldn't parasitize those dwarves." Loki said while fiddling with a branch in his hand.

"Let's put that aside for now, what are you doing?" Stark asked, looking at Loki's hand movements.

"Can't you tell? I'm weaving a flower crown."

"It's precisely because I can tell you're weaving a flower crown that I have to ask you this question. Let me clarify, I have no opinion on you becoming a goddess, but isn't weaving a flower crown a bit much?"

"You do have an opinion. Why can't I weave a flower crown? The goddesses of Asgard do three things every day: go to the lake to bathe, weave flower crowns, and peek at me."

"Stop gilding your own face." Strange exposed Loki, saying, "Ever since you turned into a goddess, who is still peeking at you?"