The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"So, you secretly got some gold that day, hid it in your own other-dimensional space, and put it under my bed when you got home?"

Lance slammed Tom against the wall and questioned viciously.

"Hehe..." Tom gave a cheeky and sly smile that looked extremely strange on the cat's face.

"You!" Lance's face turned green.

【Take it easy~ don't worry.】

Tom said, "Don't worry, no one knows what I did." " expression.

"I warn you, if those damn Frenchmen come here, I won't admit it!"

[Don't worry, they have no evidence that I took it, you have to believe me!]

Tom looked confident.

"I hope so!" Lance reluctantly let go of Tom, and he took the opportunity to escape downstairs.

"Little bastard!" Lance cursed angrily, this little bunny, if he hadn't been cleaning his room today, he might not have found that Tom actually hid a pile of gold under his bed.

That is to say, in front of Sean Barrell, he said in a daze that he would never touch a penny in the bank, and in a blink of an eye, Tom smoothed the pile of gold from it.

Lance felt that his face was about to be lost, but at this point, he could only grudgingly accept these ill-gotten gains.

After putting the gold away again, Lance adjusted his mind and went downstairs to the living room, sitting on the sofa drinking tea and watching the news on TV.

At this time, Tom Cat suddenly appeared in his line of sight, with a hippie smile, as if the unpleasantness just now had never happened, and Lance rolled his eyes and ignored it.

"Tom, do you drink milk?" Max walked back from outside with two bottles of milk.

"Meow!" Tom Cat stood up on his feet unceremoniously, took the bottle of milk handed by Max, directly unscrewed the lid and grunted and drank, after blowing the whole bottle of milk in one breath, and then closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

"You're going to get drunk..." Max shook his head helplessly.

However, Tom Cat ignored Max's words, but burped his stomach.

Through a few days of getting along, Max has long been accustomed to the cat's strange behavior, can understand people, walk upright, and use various tableware and utensils....

Is this really something a cat can do?

Max, who had many strange things in his mind, even thought it was alien.

"Okay, Max, ignore this damn drunk cat." Lance reached out and touched her head: "I'm cooking tonight, what do you want to eat?" "

Let's make roast chicken then!] The

drunken Tom suddenly came to his senses at this time, raised his head and stared directly at him.

"Man, I didn't ask you, I was asking Max, don't be sentimental!" Lance rolled her eyes.

Maxton blushed shyly, but soon recovered: "Mashed potatoes with chicken sauce... Clam bisque... Meatball pasta... Zuo Zongtang Chicken... Are these okay? Max lifted his little finger and counted what he wanted to eat.

This is what she saw in the magazine in the past two days, and it is also the food she has never eaten in such an old life, and it looks delicious!

"No problem!" Lance readily agreed, he hasn't cooked for a long time, and he has eaten relatively simply these days.

"Tom, you play with Max, I'll go buy some ingredients." Lance got up and left the living room.

After he left, Tom jumped into Max's arms, and then hugged Max's waist and rubbed it coquettishly.

"Okay, good~" Max rubbed Tom's soft little belly and hugged it on his lap.

Tom Cat lay quietly on it, enjoying it with a pleasant face.

Lance hummed a ditty and went to a nearby supermarket and began to buy ingredients.

Although the things sold in this supermarket are not cheap, they are nothing to Lance now, anyway, he is not short of money to spend for the time being, and he can buy anything.

Just as he was just taking a bottle of ketchup from the shelf, the huge shelf suddenly shook, and seven or eight cans fell from the top of his head, but Lance reacted quickly.

One presses down on the shelf, and then quickly catches the cans and puts them back in place.

After dealing with this, Lance stretched his head to the gap next to him and looked at the other side, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Hey, do you have public morality?" No matter if there is anyone on the other side, you can't push the shelves! Through

the gap, I saw a man in a black suit standing next to him with his hands on his chest, staring coldly at Lance who had a head.

Next to him was a woman who was at a loss, hanging her head nervously, as if she had done something wrong.

Lance frowned: "What for?" What to see? Never seen a handsome guy?

"Jessica, I don't want you to be so noticeable." After the man said softly to the woman next to him, he looked at Lance as if he was looking at garbage: "Get out, after leaving here, find the nearest bridge and jump."

"Huh..." Lance pouted disdainfully: "You shake your head, listen to the sound of the sea?" What are you talking to yourself here? Are you afraid that others will not see your walnut brain? "

Shame, you can actually run into a neuropathy when you buy something!

"You..." The man looked at the indifferent Lance and his face instantly became extremely gloomy, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Lance saw this goods with a fierce look, and immediately became angry, good guy, don't apologize for the shelf you pushed, and ask others to jump off the bridge? What kind of look are you?

"Please don't talk first, lest you spread bad breath to me, how?" Want to be rough? Do you still have reason to push the shelves in the supermarket? Lance snorted coldly, complaining madly, not caring about the increasingly hideous expression of the man on the other side.

The woman next to her, known as Jessica, looked a little panicked, but stood still in place.

Lance did not mean to be afraid at all, and stared at each other equally coldly.

"Hmph!" The man in black snorted coldly and gave up the confrontation: "Jessica, let's go!" After that, he pulled the girl next to him and left the supermarket.

This made Lance feel a little baffled.

"Who are these people?" What bad luck. Lance muttered, not bothering to care, and continued to pick vegetables and fruits.

Twenty minutes later, Lance bought a chicken and returned with a full load, carrying his belongings to the house.

Max's nutrition is a little unable to keep up, so stew a chicken soup for her to drink at night!

Just after he left, the man who clashed with Lance walked out of the corner with Jessica.

"Dear Jessica, you say, why doesn't he listen to what I say?" The man looked at Lance's back and muttered.

Jessica's eyes showed a hint of panic, and then quickly shook her head and said, "I don't know..."

The man smiled coldly, "Your guts are getting smaller and smaller, I will punish you!" How about punishing you for having dinner with me? The

man said, grabbed Jessica's arm and walked towards a nearby house.

"Don't, don't do this... Whew...,"

Jessica cried, but she didn't make any resistance at all, still obediently following him away.