Druids in Marvel

Early in the morning, Alvin sat at the door of the restaurant holding a glass of milk, looking at him with his arm hanging on his head and a pig's head on his head, but he felt refreshed and was cleaning the restaurant.

The two devastating blows suffered by the Peace Hotel came from this guy. This is so annoying.

Ginny and Nick got up early in the morning and followed Shang-Chi's butt to cause trouble, yelling "Master Shang-Chi, Master Shang-Chi" and wanting to learn from their master, regardless of whether this master Shang-Chi was killed yesterday.

What a brutal beating.

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

Peter ran over in the morning and helped the injured Shangqi tidy up the restaurant, which looked like it had been blown by a hurricane.

Judging from his appearance, he also looked like he wanted to officially become a disciple. Last night, the angry Shangqi looked very fierce and full of firepower. The power of his movements and movements was equally amazing.

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

Although the fat cook was holding his waist and eyes when he left at the end and it was a bit difficult to walk, but looking at the final result, it mainly depends on his face. It would be too miserable to lose his breath!

"Boy, you have to hurry up. If my restaurant can't open before noon, you can say goodbye to next month's salary." Alvin was very dissatisfied with Shangqi's work attitude and talked to Peter while working.

What are you doing with your eyebrows?

You are so lazy that you don't care. Do you think I don't know that your arm is fine at all? You pretend to be wounded just to gain sympathy. I'm afraid you are overthinking it!

Out of breath, he rolled his eyes at Peter in distress, sighed, and untied the straps that hung his arms, speeding up the cleaning. There were probably a few tables that could be salvaged to reduce his own losses!

The boss never jokes about salary deductions!

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

Shangqi knows what his father does, but he doesn't think it is unacceptable for his father to be caught and shot! Being a gangster will not end well, this is what his father has told him since he was a child.

Things, his father never let him get involved in the affairs of the world.

Shangqi is only full of resentment towards Huang Bingyi, his friend who is his dead father. In the final analysis, he feels that Huang is unloyal. He needs to vent, and he was venting yesterday!

Lao Cheng, who was selling breakfast, turned back and glanced at his son Jiawen, and saw that he looked envious and adoring for Shang Qi, and became very angry.

He slapped Jiawen fiercely on the neck and said: "Work! What are you looking at! What's the use of being more skilled in today's society? Do you need to be able to fight to be a waiter? Brains, brains are more important! You rely on your fists

You can’t make real money.”

Alvin laughed and said to Jiawen, who was still a little unconvinced: "Your father is right, brains are more important than fists. Think about it for yourself, do you want to be Stark or Shang-Chi?"

?

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 spoke, Alvin 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 Alvin with a half-smile, and said, "Am I a bad girl?"

Alvin laughed, put the milk in his hand aside, put his arm around Fox's waist, kissed her on the face, and said, "Of course, a bad guy needs a bad girl! I am a bad guy, and a bad girl suits me just right!"

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

Alvin breathed a long sigh of relief. You see, women are like this. They don't need too many reasons to trouble you. They can just cut off the beginning and end of a sentence and leave only the bad sentence.

As someone who has experienced this, Alvin clearly knows that at this time, do not defend yourself or explain anything. The girls know what is going on. Maybe they are not looking for trouble at all, but just want to gain something from you.

Affirmation, or a sweet word.

Of course, there must be those who just 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 to you! What should you do?

Alvin watched Fox walk away and spread his hands with the old man who gave him a thumbs up.

Looking back with a frown on her face, she 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 Alvin could not see. Whenever this happened, he would always become the target of Principal Alvin's anger.

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

Had a good nap.

Catching Ginny who was swinging towards him, Stark happily 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!"

Stark laughed, and just leaned in for a kiss. The little girl sighed and shot out a thread of spider silk, pulling herself out of Stark's arms and swinging towards Alvin, shouting, "Dad."

, Stark stinks!"

Alvin caught little Ginny, spanked her twice on the little buttocks, stared at the spider silk launcher on Ginny's wrist, and then gave Peter a murderous eye mark. It was so annoying, what a good little one

The girl has become a little monkey, so who is his 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!

Alvin 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.

dangerous!"

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

Stark approached Alvin with an ugly expression and said angrily: "Why do I sleep on the ground? I feel like I can no longer move my waist!"

Alvin 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 Alvin and said, "Then don't wait, take me back."

Long Island Manor. I feel stinky now too!"

………………

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

Alvin couldn't understand the various data on the screen in front of Stark. He just complained a little: "If I 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 Alvin 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, which 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 afraid of it?"