Chapter 705： 1 other person

The accuser Ronan left.

In the face of the collector, he let Drax go.

An unknowingly thick garbage is not worth offending the deadly collector in the universe. After all, this old thing has lived for an unknown number of years, and no one wants to mess with such a mysterious guy.

Moreover, the collector's words make him very concerned.

The treasure that the crazy Titan desires should never be as simple as it seems.

After watching the accuser Ronan leave, the collector's calm face turned up slightly, revealing a slight arc of sarcasm.

The seeds of doubt have been planted, and now just wait for the flowers to bear fruit.

With the character of Ronan the accuser, he will inevitably open the universe spiritual ball.

Then he will naturally know what kind of surprise this destructive gem can bring him.

You know, the Cree and the Shandar are enemies.

The two major races have been fighting for thousands of years, but they were only stopped in recent decades and signed a peace agreement.

The problem is that Ronan, as the highest accuser, his fathers have died by the Shandars, and he himself believes in the ancient rules of Kerry, and uses slaughter and spreading terror as a means of punishment.

Just ask such a person, who suddenly gains a powerful force, what will he do in the first place?

The answer is...destroy everything that dared him to be an enemy.

And the Shandars, as old enemies, are naturally the first to bear the brunt, and Ronan will inevitably be listed as the primary goal of destruction.

"Next, it's up to you."

The collector's eyes are gloomy and cold, rubbing the duck in his arms: "The things I can manipulate are limited to this."

Then, he moved a chair and sat there holding the duck.

There is one more thing. He has to wait for the **** raccoon to come, and quickly hand over the two hot potatoes to him.

As for Drax, he has become a salted fish that has lost his ideals.

He thought the skills he had honed over the years would enable him to avenge his dead wife and children when he saw Ronan again.

But he didn't expect to wait for his result, but was slapped loudly by reality.

The cruel reality in front of him not only awakened his delusion, but also dragged him into a darker abyss.

The huge gap made him feel deeply desperate.

The accuser Ronan didn't take it seriously from beginning to end, as if he was playing with a child at random, but he had done his best, even if he was burned into ashes by the angry flames, he couldn't leave even a wound on Ronan's body.

until a moment later.

Rocket returned with a sullen face, looking downcast.

Seeing Drax sitting in a daze next to the ruins, the Rocket rushed forward angrily and questioned him loudly: "If it weren't for you idiot, you have to go heads-up against Ronan, none of this will happen!"

"You're right... I'm an idiot."

Drax did not refute it, lost the light in his eyes, and laughed at himself: "All the anger, all the grievances, are to cover up my pain, I just want to... revenge for them."

"It's my ass?"

The Rocket glared at him and sneered loudly: "Whose family has never died? Have you looked around here? How many people died because of you? What is the difference between you and Ronan? Just because you are still alive, you can Tell everyone, my god, my wife and children are dead, I am miserable, am I?!"

Drax’s eyes throbbed, and he wanted to refute it with anger, but he raised his eyes and saw the ruins around him, countless people weeping and screaming, family after family torn apart, and all this was incurred by him and personally. Disaster.

For a moment, Drax's spine bends and he can't speak a word.

He has the right to be angry, don't those people have the right to be angry?

"No matter how deep your hatred is, it doesn't mean you have a reason to let everyone die with you!" The Rocket finished cursing angrily, looking at the lost Drax, the anger in his chest had nowhere to vent, and it gradually subsided and disappeared.

Drax lowered his head decadently, he was the culprit of all this.

"We should go now, Groot."

Rocket shook his head disappointedly, turned his head and shouted to Groot who was aside: "Ronan has got the gem. The only thing we can do now is to fly to the other side of the universe."

"Is it safe to fly to the other side?"

The collector sat on the only intact leather chair in the ruins, hugging the duck and laughed: "Ronan will get the power gem, and it will be more than one Sandal that will be destroyed by that time, and the entire universe will not be spared."

"That's better than dying right away, and it's your ass!" Rocket sneered, too lazy to talk to the bastard, and continued to Groot: "Quil, that idiot, was taken away by the predator voluntarily, let's hurry. Time runs away so that Ronan will not be affected."

"Hehe, you can't run away."

The collector stroked the duck with one hand, his eyes seemed to be inexplicable, and he said lightly: "It is not only Ronan who pursues gems, but also the crazy Titan. If you don't want to die inexplicably later, you can only regain the power gem."

Rocket's eyes hesitated.

At this moment, Groot suddenly stood up: "I am Groot!"

"Save them? What shall we do?" Rocket asked reluctantly.

"I'm...Groot!" Groot's eyes were firm.

"I know they are our only friends, but they are now in the hands of the predator army, we only have two of us!" Rocket dodged his eyes, trying to prevaricate himself with one excuse.

"No... it's three!" Drax slowly got up, his eyes lit up again: "Since it's my own mistake, let me make up for it, at least... Can't let more people die under Ronan's hands!"

"Fak! A bunch of idiots! All idiots!"

Rocket was going crazy, and he shed all the hair on his head: "I swear this is the last time!"

"I am Groot..."

Groot smiled softly, and it knew that the Rockets would not give up friends.

It is precisely because they are lonely existences that they take a relationship more seriously. It and it... are the same.

"Wait, you still have one thing left."

Just as the three of them were about to leave, the collector suddenly stopped them.

Rocket turned around suspiciously, but saw the collector raised his hand, pointed to the ruins of the collection hall, and said lightly: "The two knives, you'd better take them away quickly. I don't want to have one more in my collection. Dangerous goods that can explode at any time."

"......gave it to you."

Rocket's eyes twitched, and he planned to slip away without looking back. It didn't want to carry those two knives.

"Are you sure, don't you bring them?"

The collector said with a faint smile: "That person gives you the things for safekeeping. If you don't return it, what will happen?"

"!!!"

Hearing the words, the Rocket's back was shocked, and he stopped to remain silent.

"Hey, a person who can suppress the power gem, thinks it is terrible." The collector upholds the mind of watching the excitement, and deliberately said in a scared tone: "Such a terrible figure... .. Ronan shouldn't dare to mess with it, right?"

Groot: "I'm...Groot He is right, we will be hacked to death

Rocket didn't say a word, and silently turned his head and ran into the ruins of the Tibetan museum. It didn't take long to walk out with two knives in his arms.

The collector smiled without saying a word, stroking the duck in his arms.

After watching Rocket and the others leave, he slowly took a breath, turned and walked into the ruins of the museum, looked at the mess, laughed and said: "The chaos is like this, you can be busy now. , I lost so many collections, I have to ask him to come back next time I see you."

From the corner of the collector's eye, he caught a glimpse of a vague figure sitting on the workbench deep in the ruins.

"Who are you?!"

The collector frowned, thinking it was a scavenger or a thief outside, so he strode over and yelled: "This is not a place for you to come, get out of here!"

However, after approaching, when he saw the figure clearly, the collector was suddenly stunned.

It was a tall and thin man with a face like a mist that couldn't be detected. He wore a golden double crown with naturally shining light on his head, and was dressed in a black robe dotted with colorful gems.

Noble and majestic, like a king who rules the world.

A smile appeared in the man's eyes, and his lips opened slightly, "Can you tell me... the news about the Twin Flower?"

"!!!"

The collector's pupils suddenly shrank, and he firmly grasped the duck in his arms.