I'm Tony Stark

"Two idiots, come and see (Pika, Pikachu)."

After typing, Pixiu stood aside and said something to Tony.

"???"

Tony was dumbfounded.

This is the disadvantage of the language barrier.

He always felt that Pixiu seemed to be scolding him, but he couldn't find any evidence.

But when Pixiu pointed to the tablet, he realized what Pixiu meant.

"J.A.R.V.I.S, paraphrase."

Instead of going over, Tony called J.A.R.V.I.S directly.

Then, the voice of J.A.R.V.I.S sounded.

"Mr. Big Shit, may I ask if you are rich?"

Hearing J.A.R.V.I.S' report, Tony's face turned dark immediately, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Looking at Pixiu, he said angrily: "Asshole, I'm Tony Stark, not a big shit, please remember, I'm a Stark, not a big shit, definitely, you can also call me Iron Man."

After squinting at Tony, Pixiu started typing again.

This time, J.A.R.V.I.S did not need Tony to speak, it had already automatically relayed it.

"Okay, big shit, got it, big shit."

"..."

Hearing this, Tony has dark hair, and he has an urge to get mad a little bit.

How can this guy's mouth be so owed?

"Forget it, forget it, I'm a billionaire and Iron Man, what do I care about with a short-mouthed yellow-haired mouse, everyone knows that I, Tony Stark, is very magnanimous."

Reassuring himself in his heart, Tony looked at Pixiu and said:

"Then back to the topic, what do you mean by the question just now? You asked me if I have money, and I am afraid that there are not many people in the entire United States who don't know if I have money."

Saying this, Tony didn't have any look of pride on his face, because it was the truth.

"Rich people are different..."

Seeing this, Pixiu muttered in his heart, and then typed on the tablet with a smile.

"Mr. Big Shit, you are so rich, so I should have no problem eating at your house, oh yes, my meal is actually electricity, you should not be short of this money, right?"

When J.A.R.V.I.S relayed it, when it was a little bit, Pixiu raised his hands and gestured in front of him.

There was about a centimeter between the hands.

At the moment, the smile on Pixiu's face is extraordinarily bright and lovely, and those bright brown eyes with black in them blink and blink, and I don't know how many women who like cute creatures can be fascinated.

"Um?!"

Hearing this, Tony automatically ignored Pixiu's address, then folded his hands in front of him, pinched his chin with his right hand, looked at Pixiu with a calm smile and said:

"Don't worry, since you live with me, I'm not a vicious stepmother, let's not talk about anything else, but I, Tony Stark, can still do it."

"Although I'm not very rich, I don't think it's a problem for you to eat for a hundred years."

Although he doesn't know about Pixiu's "food intake", but looking at Pixiu's small body, Tony feels that Pixiu's demand for electricity is a bit large, but that is only for ordinary people.

But who is he?

He is Tony Stark, the United States, and even a well-known super billionaire around the world.

Can't afford to take care of a 'yellow mouse'?

However, one day in the future, Tony recalled today's thoughts, and he shed tears of regret.

"yes?"

Seeing that Tony is so confident, Pixiu couldn't help but smile wickedly.

Then type again.

"Then Mr. Big Shit, I'm going to eat, please don't come to me if you have anything to do, and don't come to me if you have nothing to do, thank you."

After typing, Pixiu picks up the tablet with some 'difficulty' and walks towards a socket in the hall of the villa.

After all, the tablet is about the same age as him.

Although the weight is not a problem, but the volume is there, it is really difficult to hold the small arms and legs.

At this moment, Pixiu suddenly misses Hill a little bit.

Alas, a tool man is missing at this time.

Dragging the tablet to the socket, Pixiu looked left and right, and finally looked at Tony who followed, with a look of curiosity on his face, and typed on the tablet.

"Mr. Big Shit, can I trouble you to make a transmission device for me? It's almost like a wire. One end is connected to the power supply, and the other end is made into a ring shape that can be worn freely. The wire must be longer. ."

"Transmission device, no problem."

Shen Ling took a moment, and Tony nodded in agreement.

Then Tony walked towards his specially modified laboratory under the villa.

After Tony left, Pixiu contacted Nick Fury.

Pixiu: "Boiled egg, you are too unjust, isn't it just eating a little more electricity from you? Is it enough to control what you said at the beginning? You can't do it so soon?"

the other side.

Nick Fury, who left in his exclusive car, heard the text message played by the intelligent system, and his face turned dark immediately, but he wanted to laugh in his heart.

At the same time, I couldn't help complaining wildly in my heart.

"A little bit of electricity? Falk, I have absorbed more than 43 million kilowatt-hours of electricity in a month. Is this a little bit of electricity?"

More than one million kilowatt-hours of electricity a day, which is almost the same as the normal electricity consumption of S.H.I.E.L.D for a day.

And Nick Fury knows it's only temporary.

After Pixiu absorbs enough electricity and evolves or mutates again, the demand for electricity will definitely be even more astonishing.

Although he has a little money, he can't help Pixiu's wool.

Coupled with the recent launch of a new project by S.H.I.E.L.D, Nick Fury intends to use this to throw the trouble of Pixiu to others.

And Tony is his next home.

After all, they are rich, and part of S.H.I.E.L.D's funding comes from the Stark Group.

First, it can save money, and second, it can meet Pixiu's needs.

That being the case, why not do it.