I turned into a cat in Marvel

In a sense, the more developed countries are, the more dangerous the streets are at night.

If you don't pay attention, you will find yourself sitting in front of a certain stall. The table is filled with densely packed snacks or barbecues and other dangerous goods. What's more, when you come back to your senses, you can also notice the presence of energy bombs such as milk tea.

Fortunately, poverty is a protective umbrella for Yang Ming and x23. Yang Ming took this opportunity to instill in x23, who was biting his index finger and drooling: apart from family and friends, you have to buy everything you want, and you need to use money to buy anything. By the way, I explained to her the definition and historical origin of money.

x23 hummed for a long time, and then suddenly asked the key question that has caused countless people around the world to think hard, rack their brains, take risks or commit all kinds of evil deeds: "So, where does the money come from?"

I don’t know, it must have been brought by the strong wind.

Yang Ming, who had been a poor man for twenty-two years in his previous life, naturally couldn't explain any big principles of finance. He reluctantly taught x23 the knowledge he accumulated through fragmented reading for more than ten years with a hammer and a stick here and there. Is it really good for a little girl to just let her learn these things?

"In other words, we don't have any means of production now. If we want money, we have to work. And work is to help rich people who are in trouble or too busy to get monetary rewards from them."

x23 While walking through the crowded night market, looking at the fragrant delicacies, my mouth was filled with saliva and my throat was filled with excitement. While keeping Yang Ming's teachings in mind, he thought about how to eat the food that these hateful humans kept stuffing into their mouths.

There are also night markets in the United States, most of which are run by Southeast Asians. Of course they are not on main streets, but they are not extremely chaotic slums either. It's not far from Pai Wong's apartment and is located west of Little Italy in New York. The security is pretty good.

A delicate little girl of one year old, with a five-six-month-old orange cat on her head. It is difficult for such a combination not to attract the attention of others, not to mention wandering around in such a densely populated area in the middle of the night. It is against the law to supervise your underage children

However, x23 does not have an identity yet. In order not to be disturbed during his night walk, Yang Ming used telepathy to ask x23 to bypass or throw away countless nosy passers-by who wanted to come over and question him. There are quite a lot of people like this. As a result, I don't know where I'm going after all the twists and turns, but I seem to have reached the edge of the night market where the flow of people is relatively sparse.

"But meow"

x23 was hiding behind a pillar, looking at a fat white man not far away who was browsing his cell phone with his head down and carrying a plastic bag of Coke and hamburgers in his other hand. He could see the corner of Franklin's dollar bill exposed in the pocket of his jeans behind his butt. The green head was swaying.

x23 stretched out her index finger and gestured at the other person from a distance: "That person doesn't smell very bad. Can I take the money in his pocket while he's not paying attention?"

Follow good deeds like climbing, follow evil deeds like collapse, follow bad deeds like collapse, meow

Phew, why did I start meowing?

Yang Ming angrily slapped x23 on the small head with a meat pad, and he let out a "meow" so fiercely.

When elders are angry, children will usually be frightened even if they don't take action. It didn't hurt, but x23's desire to survive made her cover her head with a "Hey!" as if she had been taught a lot of lessons.

This is a bad thing. Remember Jian? If you do bad things, you will be taught a lesson by your parents.

"But I didn't hurt anyone, nya"

"Meow meow meow"

This is stealing something, which is also a bad thing. It hurts other people's hard work.

Yang Ming felt more and more like he was talking like a dean.

x23 said aggrievedly that he understood, but felt inexplicably relieved.

Although I don’t know why, after so long, the cat is finally willing to meow from its mouth again.

So children are very sensitive

Yang Ming's tail flick paused for a moment, then he gently lowered it and stroked the hair on the back of x23's neck. Suddenly, he heard from his mind: "Little girl, let me give you a name too, just like the one named Jane Foster." Like a little girl."

x23 blinked, then found a random direction and continued walking: "Is the name important?"

It is very important in a social sense. It is the first step to integrate into this world. When dealing with others, you need to state your name. Just like Jane introducing herself to you, when we talk about Jane, you know we are referring to the little girl we met before.

"Oh" x23 looked so awesome, "Then how did Jane get her name?"

The parents who brought her into this world probably gave her this name.

x23 nodded confusedly, "Cat, give me a name, meow."

Yang Ming swung his tail and held his chin, making a pensive look: So in the final analysis, should I call Laura the name in the original work of x23?

At this moment, the sound of arguing sounded from the corner not far away. Only then did Yang Ming realize that an inattentive x23 had gone to this somewhat remote alley to escape the torture of watching others eat while having no money.

x23 Hearing the commotion, without thinking, he took small steps and ran over, hiding in the corner with half of his face exposed to watch the fun.

"I'm warning you for the last time to stay away from my horse."

A bald man with blue veins bulging in his head grabbed the opponent's collar with both hands and roared angrily at the drunkard who could barely stand upright with a red face.

The drunkard laughed, patted the bald man on the shoulder, and said with a big tongue: "Don't be sad, buddy, I'm just burping. I'm just helping you identify the other person. He is a bitch who can directly use money to break his legs. Is it you who makes money?" Now think about how much I spent, hahahahaha."

The two girls in short skirts standing nearby and watching the excitement also laughed in agreement, not caring that they were the ones being called bitches. The bald man was breathing heavily, and the veins on his forehead jumped again, making people afraid that they would burst.

The strange thing is that, at this point, the bald man still refrained from attacking the drunkard and viciously let go of his collar. The drunkard slid down the corner without support, but he took this opportunity to take another drink. .

"Without your parents, who are you?" The bald man cursed in a low voice, then turned around and left in the opposite direction of x23. Only then did two figures move and follow him. They were together, but they remained silent when the bald man and the drunkard clashed, as if they were transparent.

The last words of the bald man were obviously heard by the drunkard. He just stared at the opposite wall with distracted eyes. The two girls in short skirts were planning to help him up, but he suddenly threw the bottle out without any warning.

"bang"

"what"

The beer bottle was thrown against the wall and exploded, causing the two women to scream and the drunk man to yell hysterically: "Get out!"

Two women wearing high heels walked away with hurried steps. The drunk looked up at the starry sky with a blank face, exuding a decadent and decaying temperament.

"Do you need help?"

The drunkard suddenly heard a child's voice like clear spring water. Having just come out of the bar, his ears seemed to be filled with heavy metal rock and the laughter of men and women. At this moment, the sound was like a spring in an empty valley pouring into the heart, diluting and washing away most of the original mud, and a sense of transparency emerged spontaneously.

He moved his gaze downward slightly, and what he saw was a delicate little face overlooking him.

The drunkard said in a daze: "Hey, angel, are you here to pick me up? I am indeed destined to go to heaven."

As he spoke, he laughed: "Remember, don't, don't put me and my damn dad together. I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him in the end. It's so embarrassing to meet him like this."

As he spoke, his eye circles suddenly turned red and his nose twitched violently, as if he had been punched in the face. He covered his mouth and nose and closed his eyes tightly, letting out a drunken and painful moan.

While closing his mouth and letting out a dull whine, his body slowly fell to the side, and finally the painful moans turned into snores.