Although Carrie also tasted some good things before the earth-such as Professor Connors’ bomb, Samuel Stern’s copying of the Hulk’s blood, and Wilson Fisk’s developing the Green Devil’s reagent … these things were not delicious enough to make Carrie give up his food.
But ebony throat energy did this. Carrie swallowed his body energy and lost interest in his food!
This is really a tricky thing.
"Dad, dad, am I a little sexual? Everyone says that being picky about food is not a good boy … "Carrie asked timidly after watching Goofy keep silent for a long time.
"Well …" Goofy didn’t know how to answer this question. After all, a situation like Carrie can’t be summarized as simple picky eaters.
"Are you hungry now?" Goofy low asked.
"Hungry … of course." Carrie looked at her little belly in despair and whispered, "I haven’t eaten much lunch at school all day, but he hasn’t been able to eat anything since I ate that big black hand with no nose …"
At this point, Carrie tentatively asked, "Didn’t you put Goofy’s father, the alien, in prison? Why don’t you quietly take me there and eat the big black hand again? "
Gao Fei nai shook his head. "Carrie’s monster big black hand is a kind of energy. He won you a contract with another ancient god by magic. It was so fierce that the ancient god didn’t dare to establish a contract with him, which means he will never become a big black hand again in a short time …"
"Hey?"
Carrie couldn’t hide her lost corners of her mouth and curled her head slightly.
"I can’t eat the big black hand anymore?"
"Yes …" Goofy rubbed Carrie’s head. "So you have to try to accept our ordinary food again. Food like Big Black Hand is definitely not common …"
Carrie was disappointed to hear this explanation, but she also flew for nothing. Dad had no choice, and she had no choice.
Good Carrie is a sensible child who knows how to control her appetite.
"Well, Goofy Dad, I’ll be hungry for a few days first … I won’t be picky about food when I’m hungry enough, right?"
It’s not pleasant to see my little girl fly so sensibly, but it’s anxious to see Carrie fly so hungry.
No, we have to find some snack mats for our daughter.
You can’t keep the child so hungry!
After thinking about flying high, he suddenly had an idea. He sent Aunt Wang home first and then made two phone calls.
How can you sleep if you don’t do something in the dark and windy night?
……
late night
Ravencraft madhouse
There is a quiet ceiling in the corridor, and the surveillance camera in the corner flashes scarlet.
Natasha romanov, the "black widow", crouched in the corner of the prison unit, and found that the damn metal wallboard was not hot. Although an agent had dozens of detention experiences every year, there was no doubt that this detention was the most uncomfortable one for her.
"Damn it, I have to talk to Frey when I get out. I’ll never come to new york again. Never …"
"If you want to fly this nosy guy new york, I will never come again …"
"And this stupid haunters Registration Act, I don’t know the so-called super patrol …"
"Actually treat me as an unstable factor? Hum … "
Depressed, Natasha’s consciousness surged in her mind, and she was also wary of looking at the situation in the prison. She was holding the ebony throat that she caught a few days ago in the prison unit, but Natasha couldn’t hear this guy because the ebony throat unit was set to silence.
At the end of the corridor in the distance, patrol guards can be seen vaguely. They have all been injected with the green goblin reagent test. Now Goofy has helped these poor people find jobs. For this reason, they are still loyal enough to Goofy.
As the night deepened, it became colder and colder in the madhouse. Natasha knew that it was impossible for her to escape from the prison built by the staff, so she just sat against the wall and closed her eyes.
Only then a figure appeared at the entrance to the corridor.
It’s a casual suit. Johnny, this guy slipped out of Natasha’s cell with his hands in his pockets.
"Hey, Natasha, how was your first night in her new house?"
Johnny asked with a smile.
Natasha’s expression was cold. "You’re not coming to laugh at me, are you?"
"Of course not." Johnny kept looking at Natasha’s graceful figure with a wry smile. "I was afraid that you would be too idle in the cell alone to come and chat with you."
Natasha glanced around warily and tried again, "Aren’t you afraid that Officer Goofy will give you trouble?"
"He can find me any trouble? I’m not going to let you out. Besides, you’re not going to escape, are you? Your director of S.H.I.E.L.D. personally sent you to prison. If you escape from prison, the black bald director will not spare you, will he? " Johnny said with a smile
Natasha nodded on the surface, but sneered in her heart.
Nick Frey himself is not a model of law-abiding, and he can’t wait for Natasha to escape and go back to work for him.
Natasha’s attitude gradually became active at this thought.
"So … just come here and talk to me?"
Johnny smiled and nodded. "Of course, I think we still hit it off. We had a good chat, don’t you think?"
"Of course it’s good," Natasha said with a smile. "I think we are the same kind of people. We all hate following the rules …"