Little Hela had a dream.

This is normal.

The 8-year-old girl always has some strange dreams when she sleeps, and even the goddess of death can dream.

A few days ago, Hela dreamed that she and the young Thor and Loki were wandering around in the Golden Palace on a rainbow unicorn. That dream, the thrilling gentle scene, directly woke Hela up.

But this dream tonight is great.

In the dream, Hela saw with his own eyes that the annoying King of Fire Sirtel was smashed by a strange guy, and the whole of Musbelheim was roaring for the death of the King of Fire.

That scene was really cool!

Surtel is dead and the eternal fire is stored on Odin's side, which means Surtel will never be resurrected.

The prophecy of Ragnarok will not come true.

All her worries can come to an end.

In her sleep, Xiao Xiao Haila's fat and chubby face showed a smug smile. She turned over on the bed and fell asleep again.

For children, adequate sleep is very important.

"Little Hela!"

A voice suddenly rang out in Hela's dream, causing the goddess of death to raise her head in surprise.

As a result, in the destruction scene, the raven made of orange light fell from the burning sky.

It flapped its wings, quickly circled around the little Haila, and finally landed on her shoulder.

The raven tilted its head and looked at the little Haila.

It opened its mouth and said:

"Your wish is fulfilled, Surtel is dead."

“???”

Xiao Xiao Haila opened her mouth wide.

She recognized who the voice was, that vanity.

But what does this mean?

"Isn't this a dream?"

Hela stared at the roaring world of flames and asked:

"You mean, is this all true?"

"Of course, little Hela."

Merlin said in a gentle tone:

"You pray to me that Surtel will die tonight, and I fulfill your wish."

"Under the assassin's assassin, the King of Fire died on his throne, and its skull was being taken as a brilliant spoil and sent to Asgard."

"It will be sent to Odin as a symbol of Asgard's great victory to inspire the aura of the Divine Realm."

"You'll get this news soon."

The Vaing King chuckled.

"I have fulfilled your wish, Hela, it's time for you to fulfill my wish."

"ah?"

Little Hela's eyes widened.

The orange raven stretched out its sharp beak and pecked at the ears of the dull little Hela, it said:

"You don't think that this expensive wish comes at no cost, do you?"

"This is different from what you agreed to!"

In the dream world, Xiao Xiaohai stretched out his hands and drove away the annoying ravens on his shoulders.

She clenched her fists and screamed at Merlin:

"That's not what you said at the beginning! You didn't mention anything about reward..."

"You didn't ask."

The orange raven flapped its wings and hovered in front of the little Haila who was screaming endlessly.

It said to Hela:

"Everything has a price, you should be very clear about this. If you don't want to pay the price, then you should make a request with caution..."

"I don't care!"

The 8-year-old girl hugged her arms and turned her face away, she said:

"I didn't promise you. You just said you would help me realize my wish, but you didn't say I needed to pay for it."

Speaking of this, a hint of cunning flashed across Xiao Xiao Haila's face.

She coughed seriously, and imitated Meilin's tone and said to Meilin:

"Everything has a price, you should be very clear about this, vanity, if you want me to pay afterwards, you should say it out in advance...are you?"

“Yo.”

The raven made of orange light was not angry.

As the light turned into light feathers, the figure of the raven appeared in front of Xiao Xiao Haila.

The Vaing Lord squatted down and scraped the bridge of Xiao Xiao Haila's nose with a smile. He said:

"Look at this clever little girl, you are planning to default on the debt, right?"

"I didn't say it."

Hela pushed away Merlin's finger with disgust, and she said:

"You really should have made it clear in advance."

"All right."

Merlin stood up, and the Raven Lord had a strange smile on his face.

He carried his hands on his back and hovered in the dream of destruction, he said:

"I hope you can still be so stubborn later."

"Since I can kill Surtel, I'm not afraid of you stumble on your debt, little Hela... But you must have some privileges like a cute little girl, and I won't punish you."

Merlin said:

"And I will wait for the day when you take the initiative to apologize, remember, Little Hela."

"All the generosity of fate is secretly bidding for the price. Next time, when you apologize, what you have to fulfill is my two wishes..."

"Hahaha, cute little girl, see you later."

Merlin's figure and his voice slowly dissipated, and a hint of worry suddenly rolled in Hela's heart.

As a goddess of death, she knew that she was dancing on the tip of a knife and would be crushed to pieces if she didn't do it well, but the problem now is that she really dared not deal with this weird vanity again.

She is only 8 years old now, and she is even a legendary girl...

No matter what Vanity wants her to do, it is difficult for her to do and she takes great risks.

To be honest, Hela would regret it.

I shouldn't have made a wish for vanity so impulsively.

But now that things have come to this point, it’s useless to regret it.

"Bang"

The door of Hela was pushed open brutally the next moment, and the sound woke up Little Hela from her beautiful dream.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed.

As a result, two cold-faced Frost Giant Guards rushed into the room and grabbed her from the bed without saying a word. The cold frost shackles were cobbled on Hela's arms.

"Hey hey hey?"

Little Hela was lifted up like a cat carrying the back of her neck. She hadn't even figured out what was going on?

She struggled in the hands of the frost giant, and she made a sound like a kitten:

"What the hell are you going to do!"

Little Hela screamed:

"I am your goddess's distinguished guest. Let me down! Hell! Let me down!"

Hela's struggle and screaming could not change his situation at all. A few minutes later, in the main hall of the Frost Temple, Hela was thrown on the cold black ice.

Just as she was about to get up, the goddess Scarti, who was sitting on the black throne, waved the scepter in her hand.

The black ice thorn raised from the ground, tying Hela's small body into the ice, leaving only his head to move.
To be continued...