Rocket Raccoon rubbed his head with a headache: "You just like to see other people having a headache, right?"

"You discovered this."

Fang Mo laughed: "Actually, I was a spargan in my last life, and I like to see people with headaches the most... I didn't expect that I haven't gotten rid of this habit in this life."

"Like...see...people...have headaches..."

The thorn tree man began to talk intermittently again.

"This tree can actually speak human language?" Rocket Raccoon didn't want to continue talking to Fang Mo, so he simply changed the subject: "His vocal cords are more complicated than Groot?"

"It's normal for each generation to become stronger than the previous generation."

Fang Mo explained: "But he probably doesn't understand the meaning of these words and is just imitating the syllables."

"Well, it looks like we need another crew member."

Rocket Raccoon waved his hand and said: "But the good news is that this crew member does not need to eat, so our food conditions will not be reduced as a result. We only need to give him some water and sunshine."

"Does he need fertilizing then?"

Drax asked a little eagerly.

"No need!" Rocket Raccoon glared at Drax fiercely: "If you ask such unreasonable questions again, I will throw away your broken pot!"

"Haha, it's useless if you throw it away."

Drax laughed directly after hearing this and waved the pan in his hand: "This thing is so loyal. If you throw it into space, it will fly back by itself. I really love this weapon now. Who will do it in the future?"

And using knives...those are the weapons of fools."

"I really should have listened to Fang Mo's advice."

After hearing what Drax said, Rocket Raccoon raised his forehead helplessly: "If I had known earlier, I should have buried this guy Ronan in the soil as compost. At least you wouldn't be carrying a toilet all day long to show off your power..."

However, this was not finished yet.

The hull of the Milano suddenly shook violently, as if it had been hit by something.
Chapter completed!