My Stand-in is Steve Chapter 171

   Chapter 171 Pets can hurt people! ?

   "You said Hawkeye was injured?"

   Hearing Nick Fury's words, Fang Mo was also stunned.

   I saw him subconsciously glance at the coquettish little ender dragon in his arms, his face full of disbelief: "No... This thing can hurt people too? Isn't it a pet?"

   "That's what you thought."

  Nick Fury said: "Don't you think everyone knows witchcraft like you, or can take out legendary treasures at will? Do you know what New Yorkers call you now?"

   "What's your name?"

   Fang Mo asked curiously.

   "God among men." Nick Fury said: "I'm serious, although you didn't join the Avengers, that doesn't stop some people from worshipping you as a god."

   "I've decided to protect New York from today!"

Hearing this, Fang Mo clapped his hands violently: "I will attack immediately, and if I encounter criminals, I will cut off their heads, peel off their skins, and hang their chambers upside down on a tree to show everyone, and we must turn New York into a place without A criminal's paradise."

   "You wait for me."

  Nick Fury hurriedly said: "Are you protecting New York? If you really do... I'm afraid you are the most horrible criminal in New York?"

   "Violence is a necessary means for me to execute justice." Fang Mo said with a wave of his hand.

   "Your one is called executing evil."

  Nick Fury raised his forehead: "By the way, shouldn't you do the same thing in Asgard? Don't those Divine Land people think you're looking for trouble?"

   "Oh, I exterminated a race called the Dark Elves."

  Fang Mo said indifferently: "It is said to be a very ancient race, but I thought about stealing other people's things all day long, so I killed it."

   "Just stealing other people's things, you will exterminate the family?"

  Nick Fury couldn't help asking, "Are the Asgardians okay with that?"

   "It's what they stole from Asgard."

   Fang Mo spread his hands.

  Nick Fury rubbed his temples with a headache, and the dim yellow light shone on him. I wonder if it was an illusion, and he always felt that his face seemed darker.

   "Wait, were you just defending the Dark Elves?"

  Fang Mo suddenly said: "Don't you think stealing is not a big deal? I didn't expect you, a guy with big eyebrows and big eyes, to defect. I will send you to Xandar to pick alien cotton."

   "Hurry up and defend justice on the street, I'm too lazy to care about you."

  Nick Fury finally couldn't help it: "I'm serious, you are more troublesome than those hydras hiding in the dark..."

   "Oh, then I'm leaving."

  Fang Mo nodded, then directly opened a space door to leave.

"and many more."

   Nick Fury said suddenly.

   "What?" Fang Mo asked with a smile, "I can't bear to leave, do you want to hear more jokes from hell?"

   "I don't want to hear a word of those words."

  Nick Fury said: "I just want to remind you that your little dragon is not a safe thing, you'd better prepare more food for it."

   "Oh? How to say?"

   Hearing this, Fang Mo also looked down at the little ender dragon.

   The other party opened his big eyes like amethyst, and cast the same look at Fang Mo, then rubbed his chest intimately and let out a light snort.

   "Its appetite is beyond my knowledge."

Nick Fury said: "This little pet of yours, I doubt it gets its nutrients from any organism...from turf to earthworms, frogs in the river, trees on the street, my leash, stray animals on the road, even It's hair, nails, it eats almost everything."

   "Eat everything?"

   Fang Mo was a little surprised, then glanced at the little ender dragon in his arms: "Then... does it eat shit?"

   "I don't know, I haven't fed it anyway."

  Nick Fury shook his head: "You can feed it if you're interested."

   "That's fine."

   Fang Mo shook his head, then raised his hand.

   Next to Steve's stand-in, he took out a piece of raw meat steak, the realisation ability was activated, white light flashed, and Fang Mo's hand directly appeared with a large basin of frosted beef.

   When the little ender dragon saw this piece of meat, his eyes suddenly straightened.

  I saw it pulling Fang Mo with its small claws, and said it in an intermittent tone.

   "Mom...hungry...want to eat..."

   "I'm not mom, I'm dad."

  Fang Mo corrected it a little when he heard this, and said with a smile, "Good, I'll give you something to eat when I call daddy."

"mom, Mom, Mom…"

   "It's Dad."

"Mother…"

"dad."

"mom…"

"dad!"

   Seeing that the teaching was fruitless, Fang Mo was also a little depressed: "I slammed, shouldn't this dragon really be a dead dragon? Can't it be called Dad?"

   "Yes... Mom..."

   The little ender dragon shouted again.

"never mind."

  Finally, Fang Mo chose to give up and put the meat directly on the ground. The little ender dragon flew over immediately, wagging its tail, and opened its mouth and began to bite the beef.

Although this little guy is still a juvenile, the speed of eating meat is not ambiguous. With a gentle tear of the two rows of serrated small fangs, he can bite down a large mass of raw meat, then swallow it whole, and can't wait to bite it. Another bite, one third of it was eaten in the blink of an eye.

   "Can you understand this little guy?"

  Nick Fury asked curiously when he heard Fang Mo had just communicated with the Ender Dragon.

   "Translation magic." Fang Mo stared at the eating little ender dragon, and explained casually: "Don't talk about dragons, if your cotton can speak, I can help you translate a few sentences."

   "Can you leave out the cotton?"

  Nick Fury couldn't help but rub his forehead.

"Oh."

   Fang Mo nodded, then stretched out his hand, took a watermelon directly from Steve's hand, squatted on the ground and teased the little ender dragon: "Come on, dear son, eat some watermelon."

   "Meat...delicious..."

   The little ender dragon shook his head like a rattle, and then continued to bury his head in eating beef.

   "If you don't eat it, Uncle Ni will eat it in a while."

Fang Mo threatened: "He likes to eat watermelon the most, do you know how his eyes are blind? He used to steal melons when he was a child, but it was so dark that he was regarded as a scorpion. now..."

   Hearing this, the little ender dragon first looked up at Fang Mo.

   Then it looked at Nick Fury.

   After hesitating for a long time, the little ender dragon finally stepped on the beef with a small paw, and then directly started to chew on the watermelon.

   "Why are my eyes blind, don't you have any points in your heart?"

  Nick Fury's nose is almost crooked, what kind of runtu and scorpion, he, an American, has never even heard of these.

   "You said that you can't mention cotton."

   Fang Mo spread his hands.

   "Tititi, whatever you want." Nick Fury said: "Tomorrow I will contract a cotton field, and I will go and pick some occasionally to satisfy your bad taste?"

   "Too good."

   Fang Mo heard this, took out a handful of seeds from his arms and handed them over: "Come, take this."

"what is this?"

  Nick Fury took it with a bit of confusion.

   "Magic Cotton Seeds."

   Fang Mo said: "This thing is a good thing, don't look down on it, do you remember the milk you drank on the sky carrier before? The quality of this thing is as good as that milk."

   "You almost gave me that glass of milk."

  Nick Fury raised his forehead and said, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to fight infighting."

   "No no no, just the opposite of what you said."

  Fang Mo smiled and shook his head: "The infighting between you is inevitable. If there is no such thing as a break-in for the entire team, this so-called alliance will be a mess."

   "You always have your reasons."

Nick Fury shook his head helplessly: "In short, don't mention the past. Compared with those, I'm still more interested in your translation magic. Can you translate the language of aliens and beasts? Can you understand? Does the cat talk?"

"untested."

   Fang Mo shook his head and said, "But it probably won't work."

   He has never tested this aspect. Considering the low IQ of ordinary cats and dogs, even if the Chinese module can be successfully translated, Fang Mo estimates that what he hears will be very strange.

   If you want to give an example, it is probably:

  Dog: The master is my god, I want to go out with the master, sigh sigh.

  Cat: Why are these two-legged beasts circling around me every day and stealing my Baba? Does he like to eat shit?

  Seagull: Go to the pier later to order french fries…

   While the little ender dragon was eating, Fang Mo also chatted with Nick Fury for a few more words.

   Of course, it's not a rant this time. After all, it's okay to quarrel and play occasionally.

   And through a brief exchange, Fang Mo also learned about the good things his pet did.

Although the ender dragon is only a larvae now, it is the final boss of the original MC world after all. It is still very strong. When Hawkeye came over to explain the mission to Nick Fury, he seemed to want to tease it for fun. The little thing suddenly roared.

   To be honest, Nick Fury didn't take it seriously at the time.

   After all, this dragon had roared at himself before, and according to Fang Mo, it seemed like a greeting or something.

  Eagle Eye also didn't take it seriously, and even thought that this little thing was really unique, and wanted to reach out and touch it, but it turned out to be a bad thing all of a sudden.

   A purple light suddenly lit up in this little guy's throat.

   followed by a purple flame, or something like the dragon's breath was sprayed out by it.

This thing is obviously not an ordinary flame, but some kind of unknown energy. All the surrounding matter immediately began to decompose and collapse when it touched the dragon's breath. If it wasn't for Hawkeye's quick response, he estimated that the whole person would be gone. .

   But even so.

   He still suffered very serious injuries and is currently being treated in hospital.

   (end of this chapter)

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