The noise outside the house grew farther and farther away, and soon it was inaudible.

Shang Di was finally able to concentrate a little.

As for the person who flew away just now, he didn't look conscious at all, he was originally noisy, and everything that made him was heretical.

"It's another weekend... Sure enough, the weekend is annoying, what should I do..."

His eyes were empty, and he fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Yes, that's right, that's what it's often said... Idle.

But obviously, there seem to be a lot of accidents today, and they don't go according to his wishes at all.

As a flash of light flashed out of thin air in front of the sofa, an old man with a white beard in a gray robe appeared on the sofa opposite the living room.

The white-bearded old man's eyes were full of wisdom, and although his face was old, his body was still strong.

The first moment he came here, a clear light of doubt flashed in his eyes, and when he saw Shang Di, who was also sitting on an unknown thing in front of him, his consciousness was in a state of emptiness, and he opened his mouth to say a large paragraph.

I can't understand it. Well, you don't have to ask me why it's not English, because I don't know either.

At this time, interrupted by a voice, Shang Di's consciousness finally returned, and he saw the white-bearded old man not far away.

"Oh, it's you."

His expression was very calm, and there was no surprise at all that someone suddenly appeared in his house.

The amazing thing is that the white-bearded old man actually understood, you must know that Shang Di is speaking Huaxia now... When he was alone, he was used to using Huaxia language.

He is a very habitual person, although he has been in this world for so many years, he still uses Huaxia when communicating with people.

He never cared if those people understood it or not.

"You know me?" The white-bearded old man actually changed his language and became Huaxia.

He was a little surprised, now he didn't know where he was at all, it seemed to be another world, even the laws of the universe were a little different, and looking at the furnishings around him, he had never seen them at all.

Some things are so beautiful and complex that even elves can't make them.

For example, this small table made of bright crystal in front of you...

Shang Di's eyelids drooped and glanced at a certain messy white beard, and with an oh sound, he nodded almost invisibly.

Now, the white-bearded old man is relieved, it's good that someone knows him... However, he is still in a hurry and needs to go back as soon as possible.

"Where is this?" He asked.

"The Marvel Universe... Well... It can't seem to be said that either, it seems that it is gradually getting more complicated, and guys like you often mess around. Shang Di yawned and said listlessly.

The Marvel Universe? What is that?

The white-bearded old man was confused, and even with his profound knowledge, he had never heard the word.

But he understood the last sentence, and asked, "There are many people like me who come from other places?" So where did they go. ”

This is the key point, he needs to know the result from the answer of the human youth on the other side, as for the rest, it is not important for the time being.

Shang Di looked at the muscular white-bearded old man in front of him, and knew that everyone had already guessed it, so he said, "Before I do that, I want to ask you a question, Gandalf. ”

The white-bearded old man, well, is Gandalf, who is seriously at odds with the current modern style of painting, and his spirit is shocked, and he completely believes that the other party knows him.

Before he could reply, he heard another word that shocked him.

Shang Di asked with some curiosity (a rare other emotion): "You have now become a whitebeard, but you are still wearing a gray robe, which means that you haven't seen Queen Galardri... So where have you gotten now, have you returned to your original body? ”

In the past, almost every guy who would come to mess in every once in a while was pulled here at a critical time, although it was troublesome, but he could pass the time.

Gandalf was completely shocked, well, he had been in shock since just now, and although he was a Maia himself, it didn't affect his emotions.

Subconsciously, he replied, "I haven't returned to my original body, and I have already died with the Fire Demon, but Iluvita has given me a new lease of life, and has also given me greater strength. ”

"That's right... It turned out that it had just set off. Shang Di sighed, and suddenly thought, if you don't let this guy go back, wouldn't it be a little more interesting?

Gandalf, who was sitting across from him, shuddered suddenly for no apparent reason, and his intuition told him that it was caused by the guy opposite.

What would Middle-earth be like without Gandalf in the White Robe?

Shang Di just thought so, but soon found that no matter what happened, it seemed that he couldn't see it? So he was deflated and gave up on this idea.

Forget it, it's still troublesome to keep him here, it's not easy to kill, and maybe you have to eat your own snacks.

Gandalf still doesn't know that he is so old that he is still disliked, and if he knows what Shang Di is thinking at this time, he still doesn't know what he will do.

"So, now can you tell me what the hell is going on? Why am I here all of a sudden? Gandalf sat honestly on the couch, it was soft and comfortable.

"Well, actually, I want to know it too." Shang Di thought for a moment and said.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, and the two of them stared at each other.

"I'm in a hurry," Gandalf said.

"I know." Shang Di nodded quite seriously.

"If you have a way, let me go back, if not, I'll go." Gandalf said again.

"Wait a little longer." Shang Di is still serious.

And so there was still an eerie silence.

"Alright."

It wasn't until half a minute later that Shang Di said this.

"What's up?" Gandalf's expression was full of confusion, and it was not easy to see such an expression from his white beard.

"I mean I can send you away." Shang Di returned to his previous appearance of lack of interest.

"The time is almost up." He said it again.

Before Gandalf could react (I guess even MMP was holding back), he saw Shang Di raise his right hand and gently wave it to his side.

Suddenly, he couldn't say anything, he felt as if he had been hit by some unimaginable existence, and his whole person was confused.

From Shangdi's point of view,

Shang Di waved his fist lightly, and then a crack appeared on the spot, and then Gandalf was slapped into it.

...

"Well, I finally fooled this fool and waited for a while, so I passed the time a little."

Shang Di muttered to himself expressionlessly.

If Gandalf knew the truth, he was afraid that no matter how good his cultivation was, he couldn't help but blow his beard and stare at him.

Of course, it's useless to stare at it, just now it was still in Shang Di's ability time.

His abilities, well, are relatively weak, and the specific effect is absolutely invincible.

He gave this ability a relatively low-key name: Shangdi Time.

Of course, you can also call it –

God Time.