Little Cute Survival Guide [Comprehensive English and American]

"...Could it be that this Iron Man is famous?"

Tony raised his eyebrows suspiciously, picked up the cold cup of coffee again, and added: "At least in my memory, this person has never appeared in New York."

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The rich man with a mustache was confident, and the flag flew up immediately.

Arlo wasn't surprised by this answer, but after hearing Tony's negative answer, he still felt a little lost.

"I knew that His Majesty Taizong's task is not so easy to complete."

Xiaojunluo and Sasha leaned together, tugged at its snow-white mane in distress, and sighed like a little adult: "I don't know when I will be able to return to Tiance Mansion..."

"Go back? Baby, I advise you to be prepared to adapt to the new world. After all, traveling through time and space is not a child's play, at least I can't do it yet."

Tony spread his hands, and complained not at all euphemistically: "Have you heard of the space-time paradox? I am now wondering why there was such a high-end technology in ancient times nearly a thousand years ago."

He thought for a while, and then changed his words: "However, considering the space technology that you have already popularized to the public...that is, the Qingrong Hundred Flowers Bag, it seems that this is not unacceptable."

A Luo, a small antique from the Tang Dynasty, was confused when he heard this: "?"

"I guess you can't understand, but don't be too discouraged, there are only a handful of geniuses in this world who can keep up with my thinking."

Tony stretched out his hand and stroked the red beard on Jun Luo's head, poured all the cold coffee into his stomach in one breath, and said reluctantly: "Okay, poor little one, look at your face that is about to cry. Look, I'll keep an eye out for you."

A Luo has long been used to Xiao Jiluo, and she didn't feel offended at all. Hearing Tony's awkward assurance, she thought about it seriously: "Then I'll treat you to rice cakes."

Xiao Junluo cheered herself up in her heart. She actually didn't intend to rely on other people's strength to complete the task, not to mention that Tony didn't look like he was capable of helping.

You see, his stomach is growling with hunger, and he is drinking that bitter-smelling thing again to satisfy his hunger.

Aluo gave Tony a sympathetic look, then took out two rice cakes from the package and handed them to him, and by the way took out a bean cake and fed it to Sasha who was trying desperately to eat the emperor bamboo grass.

"Listen, I never take anything in someone else's hands..."

Tony frowned, and subconsciously avoided it, but soon, his refusal that he tried to refuse was choked back by Xiao Junluo's puzzled and sincere eyes: "... Forget it, I'll tell you What does a little girl care about?"

He glanced at the ordinary scallion pancake with critical eyes, and his expression softened a little.

After all, Datang's rice cakes smell very tempting and delicious, especially when he has been hungry all day.

But after noticing that Sasha was also eating a similar-looking bean cake, the corner of the mustache rich man's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Turning your face is faster than turning a book.

"What's this? Daoxiangbingbing? No, no, sweetheart, I'm not hungry yet, and compared to scallion pancakes, I still think donuts are more suitable for my elegant style."

Tony's handsome face was full of refusal, he smelled the tantalizing aroma of rice cakes, and said quickly: "Listen baby, I hate the guy who is fighting against Bruce Wayne the most, and now I'm tied for the first Add another one, hit the cake with the horse, don't look at me, I'm not hungry, I really don't want to eat."

But just after he finished speaking, the well-suited "Gululu" yelled that even under the cover of the black racerback vest, the round belly could be seen a little bit.

Tony: "..."

His body was stiff, and he sent out a series of real ellipses above his head expressionlessly.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Xiao Junluo looked at him very understandingly, and cooperated very considerately: "Well, I know, you really don't want to eat."

Tony: "..."

With a strong backbone, he turned his eyes away, and refused firmly: "Don't look at me, don't eat, I'm really not hungry."

After 3 minutes, he proved with facts that no one in the world can escape the true fragrance law of the great philosopher Wang Jingze.

Before the AI ​​steward made any comment on this, he made a stop gesture and said, "Mute, Lao Jia, or I will donate you to the library of New York University."

Xiao Junluo looked around blankly, but found no trace of anyone, and showed that puppy expression that Tony couldn't resist: "Who are you talking to?"

"My AI steward, his name is Jarvis."

Tony took a bite of the rice cake, and explained vaguely: "The only artificial intelligence in the world is not very useful except to remind me of excessive sugar."

He thought for a while, and then added: "He should have greeted you, but as a little antique from the Tang Dynasty, I'm not sure if you can understand the existence of AI."

The rich man with the mustache said so much to himself, but Arlo only understood the sentence "his name is Jarvis".

Xiao Junluo shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the mosquito-repellent incense she heard from the heavenly scriptures, and then naturally started to associate Jarvis as a superb martial artist, and said respectfully and friendlyly: "Hi, Chevalier."

The deep and elegant London accent of the AI ​​butler sounded from the ceiling, also gentle and friendly: "Hello, Miss Arlo."

A Luo touched his hot cheeks, a little embarrassed: "Actually, just call me A Luo."

In her cognition, only a pampered little girl like little Jiluo can be called a young lady (of course, some second ladies are also called Brother Ji), and wild military girls like her who ride horses and step on milk are usually "dogs". policy" spokesman.

Xiao Junluo turned to look at Tony again, and before she could blurt out the title of "chivalry", Tony interrupted her and motioned: "You have to adapt to the new society, little antique, don't use that old-fashioned way of addressing you anymore. Me, you can call me Mister Stark—"

Before he finished speaking, Arlo's dog eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly said, "Uncle Stark!"

"...it's Mister Stark."

Tony raised his chin, and said coldly (ao) cool (jiao) ruthlessly (ke) (ai): "Don't look at me like that, kid, we're not that familiar yet."

A Luo looked at him eagerly: "..."

A little lost, although she can't understand what the other party is saying most of the time, Xiao Junluo still likes this friendly and chatty Mr. Stark very much.

Tony looked away a little uncomfortably, and guiltily focused on the rice cakes that Xiao Junluo handed over.

A Luo understood in seconds: I knew he had been hungry for a long time.

The room was a bit quiet, the rich man with a mustache was eating pancakes, his body shook when he took the first bite, and he stared thoughtfully at the scallions on the rice pancakes.

A Luo carefully compared his complexion, and found that the [-]% effect of Daoxiangbing Qi and blood had played a role. Mr. Stark's dark eye circles due to staying up all night dissipated a lot, and even his complexion faded It looks better.

Salsa held the bean cake in her mouth reservedly and approached Tony, and looked around at this beautiful human being and the transparent glass that she had never seen around her, chewing happily.

The appetite of an adult man should not be underestimated, especially an adult man who has been hungry for most of the day.

Watching Tony gnaw off two rice-flavored biscuits and order takeaway, Arlo touched his few taels of silver hesitantly, and said worriedly: "Mr. Stark, you know where this world is?" Can you accept the reward mission?"

Tony paused: "Huh? Bounty mission?"

Sounds like a mercenary or killer on order.

Xiao Junluo counted with her fingers: "According to your appetite, if you want to eat enough, you need at least [-] yuan a day, as well as Salsa's sweet elephant grass and bean cakes... Fortunately, I don't eat much, otherwise we Soon to be sleeping on the streets."

Tony Billionaire Stark repeated inexplicably: "Sorry, I didn't catch it just now, you mean me, Tony Stark is going to sleep on the street soon?"

Arlo nodded worriedly.

She has already observed the surrounding environment, and knows that she is on the top of a magnificent building, almost reaching the sky, and other buildings around her must be lowered.

Xiao Junluo suspects that this may be the imperial palace of the United States, because these metallic walls and transparent glass are obviously expensive to build. Apart from the hidden sword villa and the royal family, there should be no other family that can have such a magnificent building.

As for Mister Stark...

Arlo said cautiously: "It's not that I want to undercut the American wall, but follow me, at least you can still eat..."

Tony: "..."

No, he's really not some poor little hungry kid.

In fact, the main reason why he didn't eat enough was that he held a pool party all night last night, and had sex with a new beautiful reporter. As a result, he suddenly came up with the inspiration for a new weapon after work, so he didn't have time to order food!

"I reluctantly took this as concern, thank you, Little Antique, but you really think too much, because..."

Tony said lightly: "This building is mine."

Arlo: "...?"

Xiao Junluo let out a blank "ah", as if a hundred bees were buzzing in her ears, her brain almost froze after being shocked by the news.

Tony was clearly amused by the goofy look.

He spread his arms, and confirmed with a subtle sense of refreshment: "You heard that right, Little Antique, this building, and even the four surrounding commercial buildings are mine, and even any building in New York you see, except The Pentagon, I can buy it in three seconds."

Arlo calculated the area of ​​the land, and took a light breath in shock.

What, what? !Besides Hidden Sword Villa, would there be such a rich person in this world!

The rich man with a mustache quickly pulled the corner of his lower lip, without any sense of guilt for teasing the little girl, and said persistently: "Little Antique, have you seen that experimental product that you smashed into scraps of copper? If its cost is converted into Turned into gold, it can almost fill a room."

A Luo's body was stiff, and he turned his head in disbelief to look at the "broken copper and iron" that he had stepped on to pieces, and could almost hear the "creaking" sound when he turned his head.

How much is one piece of gold and two pieces of silver, and how much gold is a room of gold...

Xiao Junluo wanted to cry but had no tears: "This, so expensive..."

My heart hurts so much, she shouldn't have picked up that Fuyao guy, and if she stepped on six jio with Sasha, she wouldn't be able to afford it even if she sold herself.

It seems that I have experienced the feeling that my senior brother was fooled into buying a catty of sliced ​​cakes by Brother Miao...