Druid in Marvel

Alvin sat at the bar of the restaurant early in the morning, covering his old waist, and poured a little wolfberry tea on the little sapling that always shouted, "I am Groot, I am Groot."

Late last night, he returned to the restaurant with a rich woman full of luxury goods, which put his old waist through a huge test last night.

The little sapling opened his mouth and shouted "I am Groot", while sticking out his tongue to indicate that the wolfberry tea was not good at all, and the damn cockscomb punk hairstyle on his head was a little to one side.

Alvin impatiently tapped his finger on the little sapling's belly and said, "You little bastard, you still dare to be picky. When you get a girlfriend, you will know what good things Alvin's father has given you."

Hmm~~Do you have a girlfriend? Or you can do it all by yourself. I heard that many powerful plants do this."

The little sapling could obviously understand what Alvin said, but he could only twist his body desperately, wave his chopstick-thick arms at Alvin, and shout "I am Groot, I am Groot" one after another. I couldn't express what I meant.

Alvin likes this gadget very much, because he won't talk back, won't resist, and can't even run away from home.

Taking out a watering can the size of a teapot, Alvin patiently used the water in it to water the saplings thoroughly, making him make a comfortable "whirring" sound, and from time to time he would also make "yah" sounds to show his appreciation. I am very happy now

When the little sapling expressed satisfaction, Alvin put the kettle aside, took out a few cotton swabs, and carefully helped the little sapling remove the dirt from the gaps on his body.

The little sapling is a good tree that repays its kindness. After enjoying Alvin's attentive service, the little guy twisted his body happily, opened his tiny arms, and pouted his mouth desperately in Alvin's direction, signaling. Come here quickly and let me kiss you to express my gratitude.

Alvin put his face close to him in a playful way, but the little sapling spat out the strange-smelling saliva on Alvin's face.

Then he laughed proudly and began to pretend that nothing happened, shaking his body gently, as if to welcome the sunshine and rain.

Alvin didn't have an attack, because little Ginny ran down from upstairs and shouted, "Dad, Daddy, has the little sapling drank water? I want to take him to bask in the sun."

Alvin nodded to little Ginny with a smile and said, "But you have to finish your breakfast quickly. The sun every morning is the best tonic for him."

Watching little Ginny rush to the dining table, Alvin smiled at Hela Fawkes who came down behind her and said, "Good morning, beauties, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

We need to make things clear, otherwise I don’t think I can save the world with peace of mind.

This real world needs me~~"

As he spoke, Alvin stood up and poured two cups of coffee, but when passing by a sapling, he accidentally spilled a cup of coffee into his lunch box.

The little sapling let out an angry "I am Groot~~" and waved its arms desperately in Alvin's direction like boxing. What the hell is this? It tastes too bitter.

Alvin glared at the sapling with a ferocious smile, said "Oh~" in a pretentious manner, and said sorry to Hela who was about to take the coffee in his hand.

Then he handed another intact cup of coffee to Fox and said, "Look, your boyfriend is dizzy and weak now. Can you give him a chance to talk properly?"

Fox pursed his sexy lips, held coffee in one hand, and held Alvin's collar with the other. He came closer and kissed Alvin on the lips and said, "I'm not in a hurry. In fact, you can tell me in a few days how I feel about you." Very satisfied with last night’s performance”

Hela couldn't stand the flirting between Alvin and Fox anymore, so she curled her lips and cursed an Asgardian alien curse.

He grabbed the coffee cup from Alvin's hand and poured himself a cup of this weird-colored drink.

She tasted it once on Stark's plane yesterday and found that she seemed to like the bitter taste.

The little sapling pinched its own neck, like a sea survivor struggling to death, and begged in the direction of little Ginny.