Star-Lord finally stabilized the spacecraft and comforted an RBQ, no, temporary girlfriend in the bottom cabin.

Switch the spacecraft to autopilot mode and target Xandar.

"Okay, let's take a look at what this is?" Star-Lord reached for the luggage rack next to him, took down the motel, and put it in front of his console.

Mo Tie cooperated and did not move. He sat on the operating table very calmly and stared at Star-Lord intently, indicating that he was not an ordinary animal without reason.

Star-Lord frowned and said, "Man, can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Quack." Mo Tie yelled, then nodded his head up and down.

"Damn, it's so awesome. Wait, I'm looking for something."

Star-Lord was surprised, and then he seemed to remember something and ran to the spaceship storage room at the back to rummage around.

Mo Tie was a little strange, but he knew that there were a lot of black technologies here, especially the raccoon rocket. If you gave it a bunch of random parts, you could build a bomb in minutes.

Star-Lord found it quickly. He came to the console with an object the size of a grain of rice and a tool box.

"This is a multi-language functional translator. It connects to brain nerves and ignores race. It can directly translate what you want to say into something I can understand. I have one too, look."

As he spoke, Star-Lord raised his head and pointed at his throat, indicating that he had also implanted this device.

"If you agree, I will implant it for you."

Mo Tie was shocked. There is also this setting. Could it be that this is the secret of English speaking in the whole universe? It is a black technology.

"Hey." Mo Tie nodded in agreement.

After some operations by Star-Lord, possibly with local anesthesia, Mo Tie did not feel any pain, and the implantation was completed.

"Okay, done." Star-Lord put away the tools, turned on the stereo, and an American rock music song from the 1970s played.

"Now, let's talk about, what are you? And, what is this?"

Star-Lord was very upset about the attack just now, and he wanted to find out what this hollow iron ball was.

"Hello, Star-Lord, the interstellar thief, you can call me half a frog, because I am not completely a frog. As for the ball in your hand, it is something that many people covet."

"Half a frog?" Star-Lord smiled, "I like this title. But can you make it more clear, what is the value of this ball?"

Mo Tie thought for a while and said: "It has the effect of destroying the planet. But I don't know the specific principle."

"So silly." Star-Lord looked over the iron ball in his hand over and over, thought for a moment, put it aside, and looked directly at Mo Tie, "Then, why are you in that room?"

Mo Tiexin said, here we come.

"I am a descendant of the elder priest clan of Morag Star. My mission is to guard the room you opened. But as you can see, the entire Morag Star has been abandoned. I haven't eaten anything for a long time, so I keep

I turned into a smaller creature. Despite this, many of my friends have died, and some could not bear the orders of their ancestors and left the planet.

"Until today, you showed up. Although I really wanted to stop you, I am only half a frog now. How could I possibly stop you? It just so happened that you were about to leave this planet, so I went with you. In this way, I can both

It would be great to be able to monitor this ball all the time, extend my own life, and see what space is like with my own eyes."

"Uh..." Star-Lord was a little embarrassed. After all, according to Mo Tie, it should be regarded as the owner of this iron ball, and he was a thief who sneaked in. In other words, the interstellar thief Star-Lord was caught while stealing.

The owner found out!

"Let's sort it out. Are you a descendant of the planet Morag?"

"Yes."

"Is this iron ball the property of your planet Morag?"

"certainly."

"Then it's yours."

Mo Tie thought for a while and said: "Theoretically, I only own a few thousand percent of it. After all, it should belong to all the Morag people who guard it."

Mo Tie didn't want to be associated with the power gem for fear of getting into trouble, not to mention that what he said was all lies. But he couldn't completely deny the connection between himself and the gem. After all, he had just made up an identity, so

I had no choice but to extremely weaken the relationship between myself and the gems.

"I have only seen you as a Morag star, so I will consider it yours." Star-Lord waved his hand and made a decision.

"..."

"Also, man, how did you turn into a frog? Is it possible that all of you Morag people can do this?"

"No, I have some achievements in biological genetics, so I experimented on myself, and finally turned into this. Before the frog form, I also turned into a large lizard, the kind that is quiet and can last for a long time without much food.

of animals.”

"Then why have you turned into a frog now? Frogs can't last long."

"Because of my size. Also, I'm trying to change color. If you hadn't appeared, I might have turned into a green plant in the end, so that I could survive by photosynthesis."

"Okay, man, you're miserable." Star-Lord expressed limited sympathy for Mo Tie's experience.

But he suddenly remembered something and asked cautiously: "Well, I mean, do you want to follow this ball all the time? What if I sell it to someone else?"

Mo Tie remembered that Star-Lord would sell the ball to the middleman on Xandar, but the other party did not dare to ask for it. So no matter what he answered, he would eventually follow Star-Lord.

"It depends on the situation. If the person you sell it to can keep it properly, I won't follow you anymore. We Morag people once owned it, but that doesn't mean it can only be ours."

"Wow, you are so right. I like your idea very much. Just because you have owned it once does not mean you will always own it. It would be perfect if the owners I patronized also had this realization."

Star-Lord liked Mo Tie's idea.

At this time, Barrett, the temporary nurse on Star-Lord's spaceship, appeared and shouted: "Peter, it's time for breakfast."

Star-Lord agreed and asked Mo Tie: "Man, do you want some together?"

"Okay, you can call me by my name. My last name is Mo, and my name is Tie."

Star-Lord held Motie in the palm of his hand, walked towards the dining table, and said, "Timo? What a strange name."

Wow, can you please be more accurate in your pronunciation? Why did you become that cheap panda!

"Just call me Mo." Mo Tie quickly corrected Star-Lord.

After breakfast, Barrett drank coffee, and Star-Lord took Motie to watch the news.

"Peter, what do you like about this girl? She's all red. It's really weird." Mo Tie saw the red alien for the first time, and even took a few sneaky glances while eating breakfast.

"What's weird? Isn't it cute? She always looks shy."

Star-Lord replied seriously.

Mo Tie was speechless, yes, I forgot that you left the earth when you were a child.
Chapter completed!