Chapter 242: Wonder Woman drinking
Whoa whoa whoa!
The torrential rain became more dense, and the sky and the earth were almost connected into a white patch.
Hera, who was almost in a vacuum, glared at Eric fiercely, "Mortal, I remember your name, the wrath of the gods will come to you one day."
Eric kept his eyes fixed and stared at Hera, as if listening quietly.
In fact, he was completely entangled on an irrelevant issue - that is, whether the other party is wearing a **.
"And you! Hippolyta!"
Hera, the queen of days, did not notice Eric's dirty thoughts, and turned her eyes to Queen Hippolyta.
"You will regret what you have done. You escaped today, but tomorrow or the day after, or in the next few days, I will finally take your soul!"
After leaving harsh words, Hera didn't stop, put on her hood, and flew to the sky.
Lightning flashed, and her figure disappeared in an instant.
If Eric wants to keep her, it is not impossible. With his current strength, it is of course easy to stop a goddess who is not good at martial arts.
But standing behind her are Zeus and a group of gods. Once Zeus is angered, it is very likely that the other party will entangle a group of Olympus gods to beat him.
So Eric could only watch her fly away.
Although the crisis is lifted, the Queen is not half happy.
She thanked Eric, still with a worried look on her face.
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Queen's Palace.
Eric has now removed the supernatural power of the motherland who used the blood copy and replaced it with Annie's low temperature ability. Carry all kinds of blood samples with you, which can be replaced at any time.
The extraordinary strength of the motherland is indeed powerful, but it should not be used as a conventional weapon. Otherwise, if it is used excessively and accidentally falls into the darkness, it will lead to the minions of Barbatos, and it will be finished.
I need to find a more secret way to improve my strength, and there will be no sequelae.
Eric thought silently as he wiped his hair.
On the other side, the queen who had packed up her mood came out of the room and thanked Eric again.
"Without your help, Mr. Eric, the Amazons would most likely be mutilated by the goddess."
Queen Hippolyta said sincerely, "You saved our family and are the benefactor of the Amazons. If there is any dispatch, the Amazon warriors will always be at your command."
Eric waved his hand, "You don't need to be so polite, Queen, for the sake of Diana and your hospitality, I won't stand by."
"No, this is an extremely important grace that the Amazons will never forget. Mr. Eric, I apologize for some of my previous inappropriate language and behavior, I misunderstood you..."
The queen said that when Eric first entered Paradise Island, she was not optimistic about his relationship with Diana.
Now that she was rescued by the other party, the queen suddenly felt ashamed.
"I didn't take it to heart, Queen. But what are you going to do in the future? Hera will come to trouble you at any time. If Diana and I are not around the next time she comes, what will you do?"
Eric asked the queen a question that gave her a headache.
"I don't have many options. I just hope that this day will come a day later, so that I can see Diana a few more times, and I will be satisfied."
The queen obviously has no good way. The barrier set up by Zeus, although it can block most of the human beings, is of no use to this group of gods.
Disputes and Hera, like entering their own back garden, come as soon as they say it, and leave as soon as they say it.
"I do have a way to save you and your Amazon warriors from facing Hera's threat."
Eric suddenly had a good idea.
......
boom!
The thunder rumbled across the sky.
In a tavern in San Francisco, the noise completely drowned out the thunder and rain outside.
Diana, in a leather jacket, was drinking glass after glass of suffocating wine.
Amazon's princess, the way to relieve depression is also different, running to the tavern to fight with the smelly men.
Although I really want to get drunk, but because of my special physique, I can't get drunk.
This made her quite uncomfortable.
"Come on, have a drink with my sister, little sister."
The short-haired Dispute, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a glass in the other, opened his arms to ask Diana for a hug.
"Don't make me happy! Disputes."
Diana sat in a cubicle closest to the tavern and said gloomily.
"Me? Did I make you happy?"
Dispute made a puzzled look.
Diana didn't answer her, giving her a contemptuous look.
The dispute poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass.
Smelling the sweet aroma of wine, she closed her eyes slightly, intoxicated, "Well, maybe it's a little exaggerated. But it's definitely true, Diana, can't you see, I'm trying to talk to You are so friendly!"
"'Try'? That's true."
Diana replied coldly.
"Well, we're a family now, and there are only two types of people in our family, one is the enemy...the other, the enemy. Keep that in your head, come, cheers!"
Dispute handed Diana the glass to touch it.
Diana stretched out the wine glass and touched the dispute, and the corner of her mouth showed an arc, "For the family!"
Being teased by Diana, the strife's face is not good-looking.
Embarrassedly, he retracted his wine glass and cursed inwardly: What a slut!
"Hey, it's really easy for us to find it. After searching all the taverns, we finally found you."
Trish and his party pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and walked in.
"Mr. Eric said you would go to the bar to get drunk, um... sorry, it should be a pub now, a tavern in the early 20th century that served poor beer."
Trish yelled at Diana from a distance.
"Why are you here?"
Looking at the four people in front of her, Trish, Black Alice, Clarion, and Skye stood in front of her, and Diana asked angrily.
"Mr. Eric and the Queen are very worried about you Clarion took the Tickle down from his shoulders," The thunderous, continuous night of lightning is the day when the disaster on Paradise Island will come . Tickle told me that, and I think Paradise Island might be in trouble right now. "
Clarion's cat sometimes prophesies wonderful things, and what he said above is the prophecy that Tickel gave him using Scrabble.
"What's the meaning?"
Diana didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.
"The thunder and torrential rain outside is my mother's wrath. Isn't it obvious? My mother Hera took her wrath with her and went to avenge Queen Hippolyta."
"Gudong!"
In the end, the dispute directly turned to the bottle and drank freely.
"Mother......!"
Diana stood up immediately, muttering absentmindedly.