When he was very young, his parents had died.
Fate made him sensible earlier than his peers, so from a very young age, he had not experienced the life of a naughty child.
Looking at Star-Lord at this time, he felt that this guy was simply a naughty child raised by Yondu.
Digging holes everywhere in the house, plotting to run away from home every day … It is simply a typical naughty child!
It is estimated that if this kid wasn't raised by himself, Yondu would have strangled him long ago.
"Oh, look!"
Star-Lord's voice made Midsummer Night come out of his fantasy, and when he took a look, he was also very surprised.
The warehouse in front of him was huge, piled up with all kinds of junk.
Some of them were Spaceships that had been blown up, some were unknown equipment, and there were many scrapped weapons … in a mess, piled up in every corner.
"How is it, isn't it spectacular?"
Star-Lord proudly introduced to him: "This place is not only found from cosmic dust, but there are also many found on planets.
Some are wild planets, and some are abandoned planets.
You know, we have ventured to many places and we can always find some strange things.
And Yondu, he can always find buyers for these things … So most of the really precious things have become money.
And now, all we need are the electronic components here. "
"Interesting."
Midsummer Night smiled and picked up a very post-modernist firearm.
A prompt suddenly popped up from the Disassembler.
[Do you want to decompose a Rifle Weapon (Green)?]
"It can be decomposed?"
Midsummer Night was a little surprised. While Star-Lord was not paying attention, he put the weapon into the Disassembler Space and found a more broken one.
But this time, no decomposition prompt popped up.
"So, is it based on the completeness of the weapon?"
Summer Night blinked his eyes. Although there were quite a number of abandoned weapons here, there were only a few that were still in good condition.
But if he tries his best, he should be able to find a lot that can be decomposed, right?
"A green rifle?"
Midsummer Night suddenly smiled, feeling more and more like a game.
But if it is green in the game, then it is probably a set, right?
Star-Lord was still picking and choosing on these things, and Midsummer Night simply let go and rummaged through them.
As expected, weapons that were too damaged could not be decomposed. Midsummer Night searched for a long time and only found 13 weapons that could be decomposed.
There were seven handguns, two rifles, and four submachine guns.
These were all the ones that Midsummer Night could find, and their appearances were relatively complete.
And the unifying thing was that the labels of these weapons were all … green!
This gave Midsummer Night a thought. If these weapons had been used well until now without being damaged, would they have leveled up?
This thought flashed through his mind. After all, not everyone could be expected to like collecting antiques.
However, speaking of collecting, Midsummer Night remembered the famous collector in the Guardian of the Galaxy, Difan!
"For some reason, I feel like robbing his collection room."
Midsummer Night scratched his head: "But most of the things this guy collects are weird. I remember in the fragment of Guardian of the Galaxy, there was a Dark Elf in his collection.
This guy's aesthetic is probably difficult to adjust to the same channel as the Decomposing Machine … "
"Hey, look what I found?"
Star-Lord suddenly waved at Midsummer Night in high spirits.
Midsummer Night turned his head, but was attracted by something behind him. He walked over quickly and looked at the row of armors behind him and said, "What is this?"
"Huh?
Armors! "
Star-Lord's answer was very standard, and Midsummer Night couldn't help but want to praise his level of the universal language.
The row of armors behind him looked very exquisite.
The texture was solemn, the material was special, and there was a kind of ancient atmosphere!
Even though these armors looked broken, Midsummer Night still couldn't bear to look away.
He reached out and touched it lightly, and the Decomposing Machine immediately popped up with a prompt.
[Do you want to decompose Asghar Army Armor (Purple)?]
"This thing, where did you get it?"
Midsummer Night asked Star-Lord.
"This?
On an Abandoned Planet! "
Star-Lord said, "What's wrong?
Did you leave this there? "
"…"
Midsummer Night didn't know how to continue for a while, there were too many things to complain about!
He said helplessly: "Can I take these things away?"
"Of course, you can't sell them anyway."
"I mean, wouldn't Yondu find out?"
"No, no, there is no monitoring here, and unless there is something new to collect or sell, Yondu won't come here every day to stare at these things."
After Star-Lord finished speaking, he looked at Midsummer Night: "But, are you going to carry them all out?"
Midsummer Night smiled, reached out and patted, and one of the armors disappeared.
"Where did it go?"
Star-Lord was dumbfounded: "Are the earthlings now so terrifying?
I've only been away for about twenty years, not for hundreds of years, there shouldn't be such a big difference, right?
By the way, you won't make me disappear too, will you? "
Midsummer Night was taken aback and asked sincerely, "Why don't you give it a try?"
"No, no, no!"
Star-Lord quickly waved his hand and said, "I think it's better to forget it, this kind of thing is not suitable for me."
"It's a pity." Midsummer Night sighed.
"It's not a pity at all, okay?"
Star-Lord rolled his eyes and forgot what he was going to show off to Midsummer Night. He just said, "The things are almost found, can you give me your mask?"
The mask appeared in Midsummer Night's hand in an instant.
Star-Lord's expression changed, and he stretched out a finger. After hesitating for a while, he gently tapped the mask: "Are you sure this thing won't make me disappear?"
"I always feel that under this technologically advanced cosmic environment, it's hard to imagine that an idiot like you would be born."
Midsummer Night finally couldn't help it.
"Oh, my God!"
Star-Lord said in surprise: "You can even curse people?
I thought you would only stab people to death with a knife, or shoot people to death with a gun! "
"I'm really sorry for not meeting your expectations."
Midsummer Night sighed softly. In the past, he always made people speechless, and this time he really met his opponent?
No!
To put it bluntly, there is something wrong with his mental condition. Recently, he has been inexplicably trying to pretend to be a cold man.
"It's over, the potential of the Prince Charming in my bones has been exposed!"
Midsummer Night was suddenly shocked!
"No, no, no …"