Sona's Extraordinary Life in Marvel

Those who were sleeping, playing cards, or doing something indescribable, all stopped what they were doing because of the sound of the piano. The enticing melody was so tempting that even the most vulgar prisoners with no musical talent could not help but walk out of the cell and listen.

Because of the quiet environment, the tone of Sé seemed to be better than before. Sona couldn't help but play it a few more times. It was with these few repeated strokes that a new song was born.

Sona played the piano with her eyes closed, not noticing that many prisoners had gathered around her as the audience. But they all kept quiet as no one wanted to ruin this unique beauty.

Music has the effect of cleansing the soul. Sona's magical performance can make people forget their sorrows. At this moment, all the prisoners burdened with sins actually had the idea of ​​reforming themselves.

When the song ended, Sona exhaled slowly, and when she opened her eyes, she was startled by the scene around her.

They...why are they all coming out?

And they were surrounding me... Could they have been woken up by the sound of the piano...?

Her smooth face turned slightly red, and Sona couldn't help but hold Ze in front of her, covering half of her face, feeling a little shy.

Even if she was performing on a stage with tens of thousands of viewers watching, Sona would not have such a reaction, because it was a scheduled performance and everyone had prepared in advance.

But this time I was playing with all my heart and disturbed others, so the nature of the matter is different.

Aren’t they all grumpy when they wake up?

Just when they were worrying about how to slip away, a round of applause broke the silence, and all the prisoners started clapping in response.

Sona was a little slow to react. Did this mean...she was recognized?

"Do it again!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

Then countless prisoners began to repeat "Again!"

Such turmoil attracted the night shift prison guard, who protested by banging his iron rod on the wall, making a noise that drowned out the shouting.

"What are you doing? Are you rebelling? If you don't get back to your cells, you will be sent to the planet to mine tomorrow!" the prison guard threatened. He didn't know what was going on yet, and his finger was on the emergency button on the wall. He would press it if anything unexpected happened.

Fortunately, the prisoners were only attracted by the music and had no intention of rioting, so they all obediently returned to their cells.

They don't want to be caught and forced to dig pits. Although actively applying for labor can reduce their sentence, no one is willing to do such hard work, and they may even lose their lives.

Sona also mixed in with the crowd, quietly left the scene, and walked back to Gamora's cell.

Phew! That was close.

Although they didn't seem to mind being woken, Sona was relieved.

Sona's eyes slowly moved upwards, but she didn't notice Gamora, who was supposed to be lying on the bed.

She... went out too?

Seeing a few pieces of torn prison uniform fabric on the floor of the cell, Sona felt something was wrong.

(Thanks to the three votes from the box garden noble.)

Volume 1: Chapter 163 Quill: The clown is actually me!

Gamora was dragged all the way to the prison bathroom. As soon as she arrived at the destination, Blake couldn't wait to hold the stone knife against Gamora's neck.

"Gamora, you have committed countless evil deeds and killed countless people. Now I sentence you to death!" Blake said these seemingly righteous words, but his eyes were full of viciousness.

"Then how good are you? Scum." Gamora responded harshly.

"I'll chop off your head and hang it in the middle of the prison!" Blake yelled and was about to do it, but was stopped by a dull growl.

"you dare!"

A shirtless, muscular man with red tattoos walked in. With red tattoos all over his body and a face that would make a child cry, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Blake was about to explode, but when he saw his face, he suddenly froze, his expression frozen on his face, and he silently swallowed back the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"You all know who I am, right?" The burly man stared at Blake.

Compared to his eyes, Blake felt that the way she glared at Gamora before could even be described as cute.

"Yes... You are Drax, the Destroyer, the one who killed countless of Ronan's men." Blake replied in a weak voice.

"Ronan killed my wife and daughter, destroyed my home, and laughed in front of me." Drax seemed to recall some bad memories and said with gritted teeth.

"I swear to cut Ronan into pieces!"

"It's not your turn to take her life."

The Destroyer took a stone knife from Blake as a matter of course, and the other party dared not disobey.

Just when Drax was about to kill Gamora with one blow, Star-Lord, who was hiding nearby, jumped out in time.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait, you can't kill her." Quill waved his hands and moved slowly forward, just like the way he tamed a velociraptor in a parallel universe.

Drax looked back in confusion, and in this brief moment of daze, Gamora suddenly jumped up, kicked over the prisoner who had locked her up before, and quickly snatched the stone knives from Drax and Blake with her hands.

By the time Drax reacted, he had become the one with the knife at his neck.

"Your knife can't cut my skin." Drax said calmly.

"You can try it." Gamora may not believe the sharpness of the knife, but she believes in her own strength.

"Why can't I kill this woman? She obviously wants to kill me too." Drax's sudden question confused Quill.

This guy's train of thought is like the driveway in Akina Mountain!

After a brief thought, Quill replied: "Women's minds are hard to predict. There are so many women who want to kill me. Look, this is where my ex-girlfriend stabbed me with a fork, just because I danced with a girl from Kree..."

Quill lifted his prison uniform and began to count the "battle marks" on his body. Most of them were left by his various ex-girlfriends, but none of them were fatal.

"So it's not surprising to be chased by a woman," Quill explained.

Even Drax, with his stone head, felt speechless at the moment. He frowned, not knowing what Star-Lord wanted to express.

"What I mean is, there's no need for you to kill a woman who has betrayed Ronan." Quill felt that his previous reason was a bit far-fetched for Drax, so he changed it.

"That's right, I betrayed Ronan, and now he wants to break my bones." Gamora said this not to excuse herself, but to state the facts.

The Cosmic Orb involves a transaction with Thanos. If Ronan does not have the support of Thanos' fleet, he will not be absolutely sure of taking over Xandar.

Gamora will never let the Orb of the Cosmic Spirit fall into the hands of either Ronan or Thanos.

"So, if you kill her, you're helping Ronan." Quill realized that Drax seemed to understand what was going on, and began to exaggerate, "Now Ronan is hunting her all over the universe. As long as you stay by her side, you will have a chance to kill Ronan."

To make his words more expressive, Quill made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"I want to kill Ronan, why should I draw circles on his neck?" Drax was puzzled.

Quill was choked by this straightforward answer, and reluctantly explained: "This is a metaphor, understand? It means you can chop off Thanos' head."

"I have to use a knife to cut it, not my fingers." Drax glanced at the stone knife placed a few centimeters away from his neck.

Do you want me to slit my own neck with a knife?

Quill was speechless. He didn't know how to explain to this red-skinned gorilla.

"Everyone on their planet has the same way of thinking." Rocket, who had seen a lot of things, said this. He saw that there didn't seem to be any problem here, so he turned around and left, wanting to go back to his room to sleep.

On the way back, he happened to meet Sona who was looking for Gamora.

"Where is Gamora?" Sona telepathically transmitted the answer to Rocket, as if she was certain that he knew the answer.

Rocket was no longer surprised by the witch's brainwave conversations. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and added with a malicious tone, "The show is almost over. You'd better hurry up."

Good show? Sona didn't think the rocket meant the little theater in the prison, so she flew down quickly.

She soon reached the bathroom door, but the scene she saw left her with a lot of questions.

Quill was performing something by himself with his hands and feet, and the expression on his face was very distorted, as if he was wearing a mask of pain.

Gamora stood with a few unfamiliar prisoners. They didn't show any sign of fighting and just watched Quill's performance with puzzled eyes.

It’s really a good show? ?

Sona felt that with such an exaggerated performance by Quill, it would be no problem for him to win a program effects award on Earth.

"Do you understand now?" Quill felt that his expressive body language could make Drax easier to understand. He had just performed "300 Positions That Drax and Ronan Had to Say" to explain that slitting the neck was only one way to kill Ronan.

"Oh~" Drax rarely dragged out the sound, and then asked Blake beside him: "Is he not very smart?"

Blake didn't dare to deny Drax's guess, so he could only nod, but he also thought so.

Gamora covered her face helplessly and sighed, "I can take you to kill Ronan. No one here knows him better than me."

Just this short sentence successfully convinced the smart Drax, and he nodded in agreement, not even suspecting that Gamora would lie to him.

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Especially when he turned around and found Sona also looking at him, he felt so embarrassed that he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

Fortunately, this incident was insignificant compared to his future embarrassing moments.

"So, are you discussing the prison break plan?" Sona actually wanted to ask: You stay up at night just to perform a stage play here?

But she felt that this seemed a bit outrageous, so she changed the way of asking. Sona didn't seem to notice that "I was bored at night and went out for a stroll, and even improvised a short piece of piano music" was even more outrageous.

Only Gamora received Sona's message. She felt that this matter was difficult to explain and said that she would tell her slowly when she returned.

The agreement seemed to be reached. Gamora threw the two swords on the ground. Blake went over to pick them up dejectedly and wiped them lovingly. It was probably impossible to take revenge now, but fortunately his beloved swords were still there.

"These two knives are pretty good." Drax naturally took the stone knife from Blake and looked at it for a few times.

"Of course, this is my favorite knife..." Under Drax's gaze, Blake's voice became smaller and smaller. He knew that he might never be able to get the pair of stone knives back in his lifetime.

Miserable/Blake/Miserable

"And you." Drax patted Quill's shoulder hard, and Star-Lord was so frightened that his body trembled.

"You're good too." Drax was referring to the dance that Quill had just performed, which was quite in line with his aesthetic.

"What do you mean?" Quill asked nervously.

"You dance well."

"I was scared to death. I thought you wanted me to suck your dick." Quill breathed a sigh of relief. He was getting better at judging people by their appearance, and he obviously didn't think Drax had the same sexual orientation as him.

"Sucking cow? What do you mean sucking cow? I don't have any cow." Drax felt that Quill's words were always so difficult to understand.

Quill directly affirmed it, and Drax understood that he was praising himself.

Gamora, Blake and other aliens had no idea what this ancient Earth dialect meant, but Sona, who had been influenced by Earth culture for nearly two years, understood it and couldn't help blushing.

Prison, pretty boy, bald man, bathroom, cow...

This combination is really tempting to imagine, it is definitely not Sona's rotten eyes seeing people gay! Absolutely not!

But... do you think Steve and Bucky would have...

Who would have thought that Sona, who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper in Demacia, would become an old and powerful driver in less than two years after coming to Earth?

(To be honest, all the girls around me who like Marvel are into gays.)

Volume 1: Chapter 164: Prison Break in Progress

The lunch bell of Klin Prison rang, and most prisoners used it as an alarm clock.

Because there is no forced labor, the main entertainment activity for this group of cosmic dregs in prison is eating.

Of course, if you have special needs, your entertainment activities can be rich and colorful. As long as you don't annoy the guards, you can basically "do whatever you want". And just be careful not to be reversed by two levels.

Sona and Gamora walked out of the room and met up with Rocket and the others.

Sona spent the second half of last night meditating. Although it is not as comfortable as sleeping, at least it won't make people feel tired the next day.

In fact, Sona doesn’t really like the feeling of meditation. It’s not very comfortable to have an empty mind.

Only those Ionian masters like to use meditation instead of sleep.

I heard that some people may become possessed by meditation and lose themselves in the spiritual realm, turning into a demon called Azakana.

So why don't they sleep? Are they uncomfortable lying in the warm blanket? Or is there something in the spiritual realm that they can't let go of?

Maybe... this is why they are called masters, Sona thought.

After her mind wandered for a while, Sona gradually came back to her senses and finally heard Rocket and the others discussing what she was looking forward to.

Plans for a prison break.

"If we want to leave here, we have to get into that guard tower." Rocket pointed with his chin at the guard tower in the center of the prison.

There is a command room with bulletproof glass on top of the tower. Guards take turns to guard it, so sneaking in is impossible.

"First, we need to get the security keys of those guards. Anyone's will do."

Gamora glanced at the three guards above her and said bluntly, "Leave it to me."

"Then I want the unicorn's prosthetic leg." Rocket pointed to a prisoner with a metal prosthetic leg.