Druid in Marvel

Early in the morning, Al was sitting at the door of the restaurant holding a glass of milk, looking at him cleaning the restaurant with his arms hanging on his head and a pig's head on his head. .

The two devastating blows suffered by the Peace Hotel came from this kid. This is so irritating,

Ginny and Nick got up early in the morning and followed the angry butt to cause trouble, shouting "Master Chi, Master Chi", as if they wanted to learn from their master, no matter how badly the Master Chi was beaten yesterday.

Yesterday was Friday. After the opening ceremony, there were still two days of rest before formal classes.

Peter ran over early and helped the injured Qi tidy up the restaurant, which seemed to have been blown by a hurricane.

Judging from his appearance, he also looked like he wanted to formally become a disciple. Last night, the angry anger was indeed very ferocious, and the power of every move and movement to break mountains and rocks was also amazing.

But after being beaten all over his face by an even more powerful fat cook, fast against fast and hard against strength, is it really okay for you to still admire him so much?

Although the fat cook held his waist and eyes when he left at the end and it was a little difficult to walk, but looking at the final result, mainly because of his face, he was so angry!

"Boy, you have to hurry up. If my restaurant can't open before noon, you can say goodbye to next month's salary." Al was very dissatisfied with Qi's work attitude. He was flirting with Peter while working. ?

Even if you are lazy and don't care about it, do you think I don't know that your arm is fine at all? You are trying to gain sympathy by pretending to be a wounded person by hanging your arms, but you are probably overthinking it!

He rolled his eyes at Peter in annoyance, sighed and untied the straps hanging his arms, speeding up the cleaning. There were probably a few tables that could be salvaged to reduce his losses!

The boss is never joking about deducting salary!

Yesterday's battle made him feel extremely happy, and the depression that had been weighing on him for several months was finally gone.

Qi knew what his father did, but he didn't think it was unacceptable for his father to be caught and shot! Being a gangster will not end well. This is something his father has told him since he was a child, and his father has never allowed him to come into contact with the world.

I was only angry at Huang Bingyi, my dead father's friend. After all, I felt that Huang was unloyal. He needed to vent, and he was venting yesterday!

Lao Cheng, who was selling breakfast, turned around and glanced at his son Jia, and saw that he was extremely angry when he saw that he looked envious and adoring towards Qi.

Zai Jia viciously slapped Zai Jia on the neck and said: "Work! What are you looking at! What's the use of being good at martial arts in today's society? Do you need to be able to fight to be a waiter? Brains, brains are more important! Earn money with your fists Less than real money.”

Al laughed and said to Jia, who was still a little unconvinced: "Your father is right, brains and fists are important. Think about it for yourself, do you want to be Stark or Qi?

Of course, Stark is unique, but you should understand the general meaning, right?

It is definitely impossible to find a reliable girlfriend by relying on fists, those are bad girls!

Of course, I am an exception! My girlfriend is also an exception! "

As he said this, Al blinked gratefully at Lao Cheng, turned around and looked at Fox who was walking towards him with a smile!

Fox pursed his lips, raised an eyebrow, looked at Al with a half-smile, and said, "Am I a bad girl?"

Al laughed, put the milk in his hand aside, put his arm around Fox's waist, kissed her on the face, and said, "Of course, bad guys need bad girls! I am a bad guy, and bad girls are just right for me!"

Fox stared at Al with a faint smile for a long time, then smiled with satisfaction, gave Al a reward kiss, said hello to Lao Cheng, and went to the flower shop!

Al let out a long sigh of relief. You see, women are like this. They don't need many reasons to trouble you. They can cut off the beginning and end of a sentence, leaving only the bad one.

As someone who has experienced this, Al clearly knows that at this time, do not defend yourself or explain anything. The girls themselves know exactly what is going on. Maybe they don't want to cause trouble at all, but just want to get recognition from you, or a sweet word.

Of course, there must be those who want to cause trouble. At that time, you will either be unlucky with your wallet or with people. No matter what, you brought this "trouble" back on your own! what to do?

Al watched Fox walk away and spread his hands with Lao Ming, who gave him a thumbs up.

Looking back with a frown, he watched little Ginny transforming into Tarzan and swinging around the restaurant. Nick, wearing the special shoes, jumped three feet high and chased after Ginny.

The little girl is not afraid of falling, because there are always two big dogs licking their tongues to support her.

Peter frowned and wanted to hide himself in a corner where Al could not see. At this time, he would always become the target of Principal Al's anger.

Stark stood up from the bar with a chicken coop on his head and rubbed his waist. When Pepper left yesterday, she ignored him and left him in the restaurant. This guy got drunk and slept on the floor inside the bar.

Stark caught Ginny who was swinging towards him. He was laughing and wanted to kiss Ginny on the face. However, the little girl blocked Stark's face with her hands in disgust and shouted: "Help." , it stinks to death!”

Stark laughed, and just leaned in for a kiss. The little girl sighed, shot out a thread of spider silk, pulled herself out of Stark's arms, and swung towards Al, shouting, "Dad, Stark stinks!"

Al caught little Ginny, spanked her twice, stared at the spider web launcher on Ginny's wrist, and then gave Peter a murderous eye mark. It's so annoying. A good little girl has become a little monkey. Then who is her father?

Little Ginny noticed something was wrong with her father's eyes, so she quickly opened her hands and put her arms around her father's neck, asking for a kiss and a hug!

Al sighed helplessly, put Ginny on the ground, squatted in front of Ginny, pointed at the spider silk launcher on her wrist, and said softly: "You can only play at home, okay? It's too high outside, it's dangerous. !”

The little girl nodded happily, kissed her father on the face, giggled, fired a spider thread, and pulled herself towards Nick.

Stark approached Al with an ugly expression, and said angrily: "Why do I sleep on the ground? I feel like I can't move my waist now!"

Al looked at Stark with disdain and said: "Then where do you want to sleep? Man, seriously, go and coax Pepper, otherwise you will have more bad luck in the future!

Someone sent me a "flying sword" early this morning. We saw it on SHIELD's yacht. Please help me take a look later. I don't know how to use that thing! "

Stark rubbed his face, ran to Lao Cheng's breakfast stall, ordered a glass of soy milk for himself, sighed comfortably, turned back to Al and said: "Then don't wait, take me back to the manor on Long Island. I feel stinky now too!”

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In Stark's manor, Al watched distressedly as Stark used machinery to cut the precious scrapped alien flying sword into pieces, and then let Jarvis analyze it.

Al couldn't understand the various data on the screen in front of Stark. He just complained a little: "If you can't assemble it in the end, I will dismantle your bones. You bastard is too hasty!"

Stark turned his head and rolled his eyes, looked at Al with contempt, and said, "How did you, a bastard, become the principal?

That thing is very interesting, but there are only two most critical parts, a brain wave transmitter and a brain wave receiver. The pulse power built into the toy flying sword is not a high-end product.

You just need to tell me now, what shape of weapon do you want?

I still have some "vibranium" here that my father left behind in the past. It is the material used for the shield Steve once used. It should be enough to make a flying sword for you.

Have you heard of the nuclear-powered vibranium flying sword? Are you scared? "

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