Mr. Potts was a clever man, and as soon as he heard Morgan's words, he immediately held his head as if he had just been run over by an eighty-ton truck.

"My poor Smith, I thought I could see you turn white, but I didn't expect you to go like this, I must have eaten something I shouldn't have eaten......"

Looking at the scene of the crash, Morgan asked in a whisper, "Who is Stuss?" ”

"Your dad named each of his hairs, and counted them every night before going to bed." Mrs. Potts pouted.

Morgan looked at Mr. Potts' head, was his hair so pitifully gone?

"No, he has a roster with the name of every hair he has, but it's getting thinner."

Morgan was speechless and pressed his head, feeling that his hair might not be in good hands.

"Mom, do you think I'll look better if I'm fatter and more fierce."

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Potts wondered why Morgan had such an idea.

"Because that's more suitable for bald heads."

Before Mrs. Potts could speak, Mr. Potts, who was holding his head, said: "Son, you can't have such thoughts, let me tell you, hair is very important, I know a one-eyed dragon, he was fine when he had hair, and when his hair was gone, he was directly tanned as a black man." ”

Perhaps because of this interruption, Mr. Potts did not make any more trouble, but he still pointed to Mrs. Potts and said, "When I go back, don't do those pigeon pies anymore, I plan to release those pigeons, yes, that's the term." ”

"What are you talking about, you look down on the food I make, you just go and eat a sandwich to cure it."

"No problem, I know a restaurant has a good burger, so it's settled."

Watching Mr. Potts happily give the recipe for the next few days, Morgan felt that this time the family must be turned upside down again

Walking out of Kingdom Station, Mr. Potts and the others walked to the taxi.

Morgan was a little surprised by this.

"Didn't you drive here?" Morgan knew that he had a car at home, and he would drive it when it was far away, and sometimes he would drive to a supermarket closer to home.

Hearing Morgan's question, Mr. Potts said, "It seems that yesterday, a wealthy businessman in the United States died in a car accident, as if there was some problem with the design of the car. ”

"What does this have to do with us?"

Morgan asked, puzzled.

"His son bought the car company, took back all the cars that had been sold, and said he would go back to the furnace and rebuild them."

Morgan couldn't help but say, "There will always be accidents?" ”

"What?" Mr. Potts couldn't help but look at Morgan.

"Nothing."

Morgan knows that the son of this rich businessman should be Playboy, Tony Stark, and it seems that yesterday was the plot of Tony's father being killed by the Winter Soldier.

If he had come out a day earlier, perhaps he would have been able to watch the news at home and watch this historical event remotely.

Now I can only hear about these things from Mr. Potts's mouth.

Mr. Potts also gushed about this, "But seriously, that family is really rich, and on the first day they bought the car company, they bought all the cars according to the list, and they paid for it in full."

It just so happened that my car had been used for a while, so I could get a new one. ”

Thinking about Tony Stark's level of spending, and thinking about his own headache about how to spend his money in the second half of the semester, Morgan once again felt the deep malice that the system had brought to him.

He also wants to do such a thing, if he can buy a car company in one go, and then take back all the cars, I believe that his system level will be able to jump directly to twenty or thirty levels.

It's a pity now.

Morgan thought as he looked at Mr. Potts and began to talk.

Mr. Potts didn't drive anymore anyway, so he put all his energy on Morgan, and he didn't care if the taxi driver was around, just there asking about life at Morgan's school.

Morgan wanted to mention the magical secrecy or something, but Mr. Potts didn't think he cared about it.

"There's nothing to keep secret, there's nothing in London I don't know, I saw a werewolf one day, but under the influence of my Force, there's no problem, don't believe it."

Mr. Potts said as he learned the movements of the Jedi, holding a lightsaber with only a handle in one hand, and reaching forward with the other, gently pulling sideways.

Mr. Potts practiced this kind of pretentious movement I don't know how many times, until he himself was somewhat convinced that he had the blood of the Skywalker family.

Today he was just a habitual move, but he didn't expect him to move like this, and a red double-decker bus driving in front of him actually cooperated with his movements, falling to the left, just pressing on the body of a taxi in front.

The people in the taxis and double-decker buses were screaming incessantly.

And Morgan's taxi stopped.

Mr. Potts looked at his right hand and muttered there with his head down.

"Could it be that this is my power."

"What your strength, there's something wrong ahead, let's leave quickly."

Morgan reacted quickly, and he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong on the double-decker bus in front of him, and a man with a big nose and yellow skin was fighting with several black-clad masked men.

Morgan didn't want to join them in the melee at all, not at first, and not now.

As he spoke, Morgan escorted Mr. and Mrs. Potts out of the taxi.

Now it's only a hand-to-hand fight in front of you, and it's already overturned, so what if you move a firearm, what can you do?

With this in mind, Morgan drew his wand and escorted Mr. and Mrs. Potts backwards, and as for the luggage left in the taxi, where to think about those things now, it would be better to come back and deal with them when the matter was over.

But Morgan never imagined that the previous rollover had caused chaos on the street, and the nearby crowd was screaming and fleeing, and he didn't have the courage to pick up his phone and take a selfie when he encountered something decades later.

When Morgan escorted Mr. and Mrs. Potts to escape, he was immediately squeezed into the crowd, and Mr. Potts was knocked out.

Morgan pounced on it as soon as he saw it, but Mr. Potts was also a man in his prime, and he immediately got up from the ground, still holding the handle of his fake lightsaber, "It's okay, I have a weapon, it's okay." ”

After saying that, he also swung the lightsaber handle towards a place, and with this swing, there was a problem.