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At Stark's strong request, Al summoned the corpse vine and gave it to him. Mobile version m..

In fact, his injuries were not serious at all, they were just minor injuries. The corpse-eating vine may not be as effective as a bottle of medicated wine in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. But my friend, the corpse-eating vine has no side effects. If he wants it, give it to him!

Al looked at Stark with a smile and said, "How does it feel to compete with a 'god'?"

Stark pursed his lips, looked at the sea in front of him, and said: "It's not great, but I always want to remind myself that there is a fucking "god" in this world.

I will prove that "gods" can be defeated! "

Al hit Stark on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I support you, you can definitely do it.

They are actually arrogant aliens who are no different from us except that they live longer. "

Stark glanced at Al, shook his head with a smile, and said, "You are always so open-minded. Can I take this as your confidence?"

Al held the fishing rod in his hand, took a puff of his cigar, and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with confidence, no one is truly invincible, and I am no exception.

It’s just that my wishes are small and I don’t look too far ahead, so I don’t feel any pressure.

The only thing I know is that even if the worst happens, I will be able to drag my enemies with me to hell.

Speaking of hell, I remembered, Stark, do you believe there are demons in this world? "

Stark frowned, looked at Al, and said with some uncertainty: "Do you have a fever?"

As he spoke, Stark took a puff of the cigar, felt it, and said, "There is no marijuana in the cigar!"

Al smiled and shook his head and said, "Do you think I'm kidding you? This world is far from as simple as you think!"

As he said this, Al suddenly lifted the fishing rod and pulled out a nice sea bass.

Satisfied, Al took off the sea bass and put it into the fish box. Al smiled and said: "I met a few devils yesterday, I chopped them, and then I heard some strange noises.

Seriously, I am not telling you this to create pressure for you, but to tell you how many years have people on Earth been surrounded by aliens, demons, and other possible things?

That we can survive to this day shows that there are other forces protecting the earth.

We are definitely not alone, so don’t push yourself and don’t get into trouble. You are the most cutting-edge representative of human technology. How far you can go represents how far mankind can go.

Man, let me remind you this time, don’t get into trouble, like the super artificial intelligence you mentioned last time, let it sleep in the trash can! "

Stark shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly and said, "Although I don't quite agree with your point of view, I am willing to listen to my friends' opinions.

Seriously, Al, with your academic qualifications talking about future technology with the best scientists on the planet, wouldn’t it be a bit stressful for you? "

Al rolled his eyes, pointed at Stark, and scolded with a smile: "Fuck you, Stark, you are discriminating against my academic qualifications, I will beat you up!"

Stark raised his eyebrows proudly and hugged little Ginny who ran over excitedly to see the catch because Al caught a fish.

Stark forcefully kissed the little girl on the face, and then laughed loudly and said to Al, "This is Stark's confidence. I will not lose to anyone in this aspect."

Little Ginny had no time to pay attention to Stark's nonsense. She couldn't understand a word. She twisted her body and ran to Al. She first kissed her father on the face, and then ran to the small fish box to look at it. He took one look at it and shouted: "It's a big fish, Dad is awesome! Let's have grilled fish for lunch!"

As she spoke, little Ginny formed her hands into the shape of a trumpet, and shouted to Caesar and Mexicomus who were playing on the beach: "Caesar~~Come and see the big fish~~"

Stark spread his hands and said to Al, who was smiling: "Man, I rarely feel jealous, but I have to say, I'm a little jealous of you."

Al didn't want to pay attention to Stark's feelings in this regard. This bastard had plenty of opportunities to make others jealous of him, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Al rarely made comments about his friends' lives because it was meaningless and might even be annoying.

It's good to make Stark jealous once in a while. Maybe he will figure it out some time and he can still drink his wedding wine during his lifetime.

I don’t know what’s going on with his diamond mines in Africa? Pepper probably couldn't wait any longer, so he went to supervise the work in person.

………………

At noon, Al grilled some fish. The women were not here today. The men were taking the children, so the food was very rough, but the children didn't seem to care much.

A variety of fresh and fragrant seasonings are wrapped in clean sea fish, wrapped in tin foil, placed on the grill and slowly cooked over fire.

Al didn't know exactly how delicious it was, but the children enjoyed it. Al, the cook, ended up tasting only a few fish heads.

But as a cook, the happiest thing is to have his cooking skills recognized. Al happily drank several bottles of beer with the fish head and some seasonings.

But if Stark's elusive butler didn't look at him like a fool, Al felt that he would be in a better mood.

Carrying a bottle of beer, I grabbed the old British butler wearing a wig and discussed with him what level of spells "teleportation" and "invisibility" were, and whether Harry Potter was a relative of Voldemort. .

Such a profound topic finally broke the old housekeeper's reserve, causing his complexion to change drastically and he fled in despair.

Al looked proudly at the old butler, who never walked without making a sound, and hid back in the manor with heavy steps, and then smiled with satisfaction.

This elusive old guy is so ignorant. I'm grilling a fish for my kids to eat, and the one on the left is unclean, and the one on the right is unnutritious and making noises next to me.

I have eaten this kind of grilled fish countless times in my life, and I haven't had any problems with it. Why is there a problem?

You, a British foreigner, ruin your stomach by eating potatoes and fried fish every day, and you still come to question my profound grilled fish dishes?

Norman Osborne hurried over when Al and the others finished lunch.

The old guy looked very ugly, or he had basically no expression at all.

The left half of Norman Osborne's old, shoehorned face was swollen and shiny, and his eyes still had thick dark circles.

Al did understand that Norman Osborne's face must have been beaten, and the dark circles under his eyes must have been due to the lack of nutrition.

Biological armor is good, but it still needs a host, but Norman Osborn is now using a castrated version, which is a little more polite. But for scientific weaklings like them, this is still a big burden to be polite.

Stark winked at Al, laughed, hugged Norman Osborn, and said teasingly: "Old man, what's wrong with your face? You look really bad, haha !”

Norman Osborn rolled his eyes helplessly and pushed away the "enthusiastic" Stark, shook Al's hand, and said, "It's a very bad day, especially with Stark here."

Al shook his head and laughed, summoning the corpse vine, and gave Norman Osborne a blow to replenish the energy lost in his body. The old guy looked really bad.

This was the first time that Norman Osborn really saw the corpse vine. He looked at Al with some excitement and said, "Is this it? It is~~" and pointed to his tree that was once covered with "green" fish scale” legs.

Al smiled and nodded, and said: "Yes, don't be surprised, this is nothing.

Tell me, what was that thing last night? Is it the kind of "venom" you have at home? "

Norman Osborn was not in a hurry to return to Al's question, and carefully felt the changes that the corpse vine had brought to him.

Then he said with some annoyance: "Yes, that is "Venom". I thought I could harvest the seventh "Venom" of the Osborne family, but I was screwed up by an assistant football coach.

I was searching around Hell's Kitchen last night, but all I found were dead biological tissue.

The core of "Venom" is missing, which is a shame.

I only have one living "Venom" now, which can only lay one egg every two years. There is no way to do many experiments because they are too fragile.

Now finally another one appears, the result~~"

………………

Old Joey was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee, and watched with some distress as the young man opposite him ate everything in his refrigerator, which was his breakfast for a week.

He thought he could eat quite well when he was young, but eating two huge breadsticks, three kilograms of milk, and a large box of peanut butter at once was a bit too much.

Shaking his head and sighing, he poured a glass of water for the young man. Old Joey said, "Man, I don't know what you have been through? But it's not bad to be alive!"

Eddie Brock's brain was finally able to move a little. Looking at the lame old man in front of him, Eddie felt a little moved.

Very few strangers were willing to help me just now. It was impossible for a person who ate all the trash cans to be welcomed. Thinking of this, Eddie's stomach began to react, vomiting~~

When Eddie came out of the bathroom, Old Joey handed him a cup of coffee and said with a smile, "Try it, I brewed it myself. Although it's not high-end, it's really fragrant."

Eddie took the coffee gratefully and took a sip. He found that it was indeed not a high-end product. It was bitter and had a sour taste. This old man must have used the lowest quality coffee beans.

Although he doesn't know why old Joey seems so optimistic, Eddie is still very satisfied now. He may not have had a cup of hot coffee for more than half a month.

Eddie held the coffee in his hands and drank the bitter coffee slowly and greedily.

Putting down the coffee cup, Eddie stood up, pulled his sloppy gray hoodie a little awkwardly, and said to Old Joey: "I am very grateful for your hospitality, thank you! But I have to leave. I will stay here for a long time. It might bring you unnecessary trouble."

Old Joey was sitting on the sofa, looking at the tall young man who looked extremely embarrassed, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have some misunderstandings about me, Hell's Kitchen does not help for no reason.

You ate my food for a week, worth more than forty dollars in total.

I've been having some problems with my back lately and need a helper at work. "

As he spoke, Old Joey put the revolver on the handle of the sofa and said, "You should think about it and then happily agree to me~~"

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