For the rest of the day, they had nothing to do on Senda, because they had to wait for the Sendari people to arrange a spaceship to send them back to Earth, and now that they had just experienced the war, they would have to wait for a day or two.

And what can't wait is the rocket, he has been waiting for a long time to jump to his feet, he didn't even go to the celebration banquet, he just sat on Buffett's feet, hugged his arms and glared at him - how cute it looks.

Buffyment smashed his mouth, if this little thing is not sent away, I am afraid that he will not be quiet when he is killed, the tanuki clan is affectionate and righteous, and the grace of dripping water is reciprocated, but the heart is the smallest, although it will not harm people's lives, but some pranks, tricks to trick people are inevitable, I don't know if this cosmic breed is any different.

"So, little one, what do you want to ask?"

As soon as Buffyment reached out, he grabbed Rocket's shoulder and lifted him up in front of him and put him on the table, and now the two of them faced each other, and the minotaur rubbed his fingers: "Your cat skin is a little dry, which is not good, it seems that you don't pay much attention to your own recipes." ”

Rocket struggled for a moment to break free from the minotaur's slap, and let the giant, whose calf was taller than him, put him on the table, and he suddenly felt better, because he had never tried to look at anyone's eye level, and this feeling made him feel good:

"Hmm~~~, you know, we've always wandered in the universe - Groot and I have always used standard nutrients, rarely eat natural food, it's too expensive, it's too dangerous, maybe it's poisoned by something - Groot just has water to drink and stars.

Do I want my food to be different?"

Buffett smiled heartily: "Haha, of course it's different, my friend."

Your nutritional needs are completely different from those of humanoids, you should find a nutritionist, and then get a set of nutrient ration synthesis machines, you know, raccoons, but there is a bit of a magic thing.

Although it is not very prosperous now, it was once a famous great yokai - yokai are the name of some non-human creatures with strange abilities, and you were once treated as low-level gods by some people on Earth. ”

Rocket's ears were propped up, and he trembled with excitement: "Is there really a lot of people? Is there a race? So, I'm not a strange experimental animal implanted with an IQ by a mad scientist?"

Buffyment nodded affirmatively: "Oh, I don't know how other galactic civilizations define the implantation of intelligence, but on Earth, it is the power of the Creator to raise the intelligence of a raccoon to be stronger than that of ordinary people."

This is different from those artificial intelligence or even intelligent life that have been designed out of thin air, and developing the brain capacity of a raccoon is not something that can be solved by implanting a computer - if it were that simple, then there would not be only humanoid creatures in the universe.

For example, if you want to implant an artificial intelligence system into some animals, it's easy, right? But can you confirm that it is artificial intelligence or the creature itself that he has awakened?

Soul, that's what sets you apart, it shows that you're a natural elf, not an artificially created monster. ”

Rocket scratched his ears, his soul or something, he really didn't understand, although he was a mechanical expert, but that was the skill he had practiced in his long-term wandering, not that he had any higher education, and Star-Lord, they were all wild people:

"But why don't I remember anything from the past, the earliest moment I remember is the madman's test bench, and then there are all kinds of experiments, if he hadn't blown himself up later, I'm afraid I would have been locked up in it and continued to be transformed. ”

Warren Buffett raised his index finger: "Keyword: transformation!"

The monsters of the earth will always encounter such and such enemies to capture them, because they all have very strange skills, the ability of the raccoon people, it is supposed to affect a person's fortune, this is a very strange and ethereal ability to make people believe - but it is recognized as effective.

Many madmen want to get the abilities of the monsters, and the only way is to experiment, dissect, study, transform, and voila, your life is out like this.

As far as I can tell, tanuki have what can be called insane curiosity, and they all like to play pranks and jokes - so it's easy to catch you.

(Star-Lord, attracted by the Minotaur Tales of the Ancients, nods: yes, he once instructed me to grab a useless prosthetic leg at a critical moment, just because it was fun.)

Rocket pulls off a piece of bark from Groot, who is next to him, and smashes it on Star-Lord's head: That's just a joke!)

Hahaha, that's indeed the character of a raccoon dog.

I guess someone kidnapped the rocket from Earth and sold it to a mad scientist looking for a rare species, and as for the amnesia, ha, half of the hapless ghosts I rescued from those evil labs didn't know who they were. ”

Star-Lord looked at the rocket, which kept sniffling, and remembered a question: "But I've never heard of fairy tales about them, and if there is any news about them, it must be in mythology, right?"

Buffett looked at him with slanted eyes: "You are a North American eagleman?"

(Star-Lord nods: either Missouri or Colorado)

There's a myth about the North American eagle? That's a good joke.

Rocket's race has always lived in neon, and it is a powerful native faction, and it has been respected by the locals for generations, but now, the environment is not very good, and I don't know if there are any of his people. ”

Groot reached out a hand and touched the top of Rocket's head, blinking his big watery eyes: "I'm groot......"

Rocket jumped up suddenly: "No! I don't want a raccoon girl! I'll work hard enough to raise you, if I have another little cub, I'll die poor!"

Gamora smiled and shook his head, Star-Lord raised an eyebrow and whistled at Rocket, Drax slapped his thigh and laughed exaggeratedly, and Rocket slashed his little fist on the table in a frustrated rage and threatened to kill them.

Everyone laughed for a while, and Gamora asked Buffett curiously: "Of course, it's good for Rockets to have a wife, but how long can their family live? It seems that Rockets are not young, right?"

Seeing that everyone had finally quieted down and stopped laughing at him, Rocket grinned at Gamora's teasing, and pinched his chin at her question: "I've been alive for a while, and I really don't know how old I am."

As for longevity, how can I know? God knows what that madman did to me. ”

Since Buffett said that she was not the product of experimentation, he has also been much more generous about the unbearable past - should it be said that he is a heartless raccoon?