All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Dan: "John, Sherlock! John, Sherlock!"

John: "I know, Sherlock! I know, Sherlock!"

Two humans with blank brains stupidly made meaningless speeches on the repeater, and at the same time, they were at a loss and performed the oldest sacrificial ceremony against the milk cup where the curly-haired detective was deposited - dancing around the milk cup.

"... Chick." The neon little kelp ball squeaked in disgust, and rolled along Dan's arm all the way to the edge of the milk glass. With a leap of faith, it slammed flat on the edge of the glass, trying to stretch itself His tentacles dipped into the milk, drawing out a small curl on the verge of drowning.

One second Sherlock was still carrying out lurking activities that were pleasant to the body and mind, relaxed and full of thrills, and the next second he suddenly appeared in a large white lake and almost drowned. As soon as he was fished out, he opened his eyes and saw I saw a huge, terrifying tentacle monster twice as big as him. Under the tentacles with a colorful halo, there were suction cups bigger than his face. The sharp teeth hovering inside appeared and disappeared. One of the tentacles still held his waistband, as if he was hunting: "I [beep——]! What kind of fucking monster is this?!"

Wang Huan: "...??"

Wang Huan: "Ji!!!"

Disgraceful! ! !

Wang Huan, who had just pulled out the little curly hair on his thumb, exploded in an instant. He flicked his tentacles while cursing crazily, and brutally pressed the abominable curly hair into the milk!

Wang Huan: "Chirp chirp chirp! tui!"

Drown you drown you bah!

"Don't, don't, don't—" John hastily reached out his hand to pinch the chubby little neon kelp ball that looked fried, and slipped out Sherlock's thumb, which was soaked in the milk for the second time, leaving only one ".".

The little kelp ball was so angry that his whole body was stiff, like a hedgehog with fried hair.The little curly thumb hangs down on the limbs, and the waistband hangs on the tentacles of the little kelp ball that is not letting go. It looks miserable, like a drowned little black cat that has just been lifted out of the water.

Well, this little black cat still smells like milk!

"Oh... Sherlock." John's eye circles were red, but his eyes were surprisingly soft and gentle.

He tried it, but he couldn't get rid of the tentacles of the little kelp ball tightly clutching the waistband of the curly detective pants, so he put the two little things together in his palm, and tentatively pressed Sherlock with his hand. Slightly swollen belly, obviously a belly full of milk.

However, his fingers are still too strong for Sherlock who is currently only the size of a thumb. When Buji pressed it, Sherlock felt as if a big stone had crushed his chest. A white fountain: "Pfft!"

Dan saw that the little curly thumb's expression seemed to be even more gloomy, and quickly suggested: "It seems too strong, let Wang Huan do it?"

Wang Huai was so angry that he waved his tentacles, but he had to obey Dan's request. Angrily, he separated two tentacles and pressed Sherlock's belly one by one, spitting out all the stuck water, leaving the rest of the tentacles in twos. Make a pair, cross arms and chest, to show attitude: angry!

Sherlock finally woke up miserably after spitting out his last sip of milk: "Ugh... oh damn!" Sherlock instantly noticed the huge rainbow tentacle monster behind him, and was about to say something subconsciously. The head was poked by something, and the whole person involuntarily fell forward.

John quickly retracted his fingers: "Sorry, I just want to wipe your hair for you."

Dan took the opportunity to stretch out the dangerous tentacles, ready to punish this curly-haired King Huan who dared to speak ill of him at any time, squeezed it, rubbed it a few times in his hand, and kneaded the hard hedgehog Huan into a soft, flat belly The neon little kelp cake, and then put it back on the head.

The neon little kelp ball dazedly stretched out its tentacles and grabbed Dan's two locks of hair: "Hey..."

I'm happy...>v

The army of kelp balls had already skillfully hid when the king didn't need them. Dan looked around and couldn't see any kelp leaves.

Shocked, Sherlock looked at John, who was huge to him, even scarier than the tentacle monster just now: "Oh, for God's sake, that's the scariest John I've ever thought of."

Sherlock's voice itself became very low due to the size problem, and this sentence was murmured again, but John couldn't hear it clearly, and only approached suspiciously: "What?"

Sherlock: "...No, John. Don't put your ears so close. You have to know how big your earwax is depending on my size."

Dan who was looking at everything with emotion: "..."

...?

His touched smile suddenly froze on his face, watching John retract his neck indifferently, and apologized in a good temper:? ?

How did this curly hair live to be so big?

Sherlock stretched out his little hand, and put it on the tip of John's nose, "Oh, blackheads...forget it. Listen, who can explain to me why I'm here?" Sherlock's eyes quickly looked around this too huge space, but fortunately John was holding him in his hands, and this height made it easier for Sherlock to have a panoramic view of the whole world, "The mark of X Academy, the red cross, the infirmary—— Wait! John! Are you hurt?!"

Sherlock jumped up. "Didn't Mycroft stop you from coming to X Academy?! Why did you get hurt - oh shit, of course it's because this is X Academy and there's never a day when it's safe here."

"Hey, don't worry about me, okay? It's just a small injury, not even as good as the bullet that shot into my leg." John softly comforted the curly-haired detective who was jumping and scolding his brother, "At least you I'm back... Sherlock, you really don't know, I'm willing to use everything I have in exchange for you to come back to me."

On Sherlock's small face, the angry expression gradually froze. At first, there was a well-covered touch and uneasiness flashed, and then it suddenly turned into another kind of panic: "What do you mean by coming back to me—— No, wait a minute."

The little curly hair on the top of Sherlock's head trembled anxiously: "You came to X Academy to find a way to resurrect me. In other words, I have become like this now because of the mutant ability of resurrection."

The curly-haired detective's expression became terrified, and he turned his head to look at Dan: "Is this your ability?"

Dan nodded blankly: "Ah, yes."

Sherlock looked embarrassed: "So, if this ability is used on people who are not dead... What will be the result...? I mean, what if? It is used on people who are not dead?"

Dan asked ignorantly and perplexed: "But why should I revive people who haven't died yet?"

Sherlock said dryly: "...uh, there are many possibilities...well...for example...this person actually has other arrangements...that is to say..." The little curly thumb licked his dry lips , with erratic eyes.

"He's suspended animation." A deliberately low voice came from above everyone's heads.

As soon as John looked up, he almost shot him: "Oh!"

The little Batman squatting quietly on the light tube, wearing a small black cloak, glides and lands on the hospital bed like a bat that only eats a little too much and is a little too fat: "You shouldn't be asking me Use this ability before. As I said, any script you perform needs to be strictly checked—”

The quilts on the hospital bed were piled up so soft that there was no support. Batman realized something was wrong as soon as he stepped on it, and he was about to fall headfirst when he was about to fall, but he was caught in his arms by Dan, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, preventing his image from being exposed. Destroyed in front of more outsiders.

"Dan just wanted to help me—" John subconsciously defended Dan, and finally suddenly realized what this strange three-headed body dressed as Batman said.

John and Dan spoke at the same time:

Dan: "When did you come?"

John: "Fake death?!"

"When Wang Huan pushed that curly hair into the water for the second time, Bat and I came in." Clark's cheerful little milk voice also came from the chandelier beside him.

Ye Yi smiled and walked into the infirmary from the door. Tim and Alfred followed behind him and discussed something in a low voice: "We have already agreed. Later, Tim and I will use Wei In the name of En Group, contact the Metropolitan Theater and Children's Theater to implement the two stage plays of Superman and Batman as soon as possible."

When talking about his work-related matters, Dan immediately became serious, and nodded earnestly with a sullen face.

Clark, who has been trying to inhale his stomach and hugged the conspicuous bright red cloak tightly so as not to be discovered by Dan and John below, finally exhaled the breath that he has been holding in until now. a little bit.He happily clenched his fists, shook his little red cloak, and threw himself on Dan's head, meeting the neon little kelp ball occupying Dan's head.

Wang Huan, who was comfortably slumped into a cake just now on top of Dan's head, bared its small tentacles fiercely, fluffy and round, like a cat arching its back and making a threatening sound: "Ha——"

Go away spicy!

Clark's mouth, which was still a little V just now, turned in frustration, so he changed his destination and landed in Dan's arms.

Clark murmured and shoved himself into Dan's arms: "Hey Bat, sit aside."

"..." The little Batman hesitated between pulling himself out of Dan's arms and being indifferent to the enemy, and silently moved to the side, while taking extra care to keep Dan's arm just in front of him round belly.

Clark shivered happily as he stepped on the little red boots, and rubbed against Dan a few times like a big dog.

Oh my God, it's so warm.Clark was about to melt in Dan's arms.

Clark raised his head: "Dan, it's good to have you."

Anyway, Bat would definitely not be willing to give him a big, warm hug!Just like now, they are all in the same arms, and they still have to sit so far away from him!

Dan's heart was about to melt, and there was a little Superman dangling in his arms, and a stern-faced little Batman in his arms, which were filled to the brim.He endured it for a while, but still couldn't hold back his elation, he lowered his head and gave a quick poke on Superman's curly hair: "Me too—" Dan suddenly held his breath instinctively.

Clark's eyes widened: "What's the matter Dan?"

Dan struggled: "...smelly."

Thinking about it carefully, Superman and Batman seem to have never taken a shower or washed their hair, and they are not even as good as Luthor.Especially little Batman, who was picked out of the chimney by Nightwing. At that time, because he couldn't untie the bat armor, he only helped Batman wipe the surface of the armor and the exposed hands, feet and face. Nowhere has been wiped.

Dan sniffed furtively.

I began to hesitate whether to lower my head and take a sniff.

The smelly in the arms, is it the little Superman on the left, or the little Batman on the right?

The author has something to say: stupid work: all stink, but objectively speaking, the one on the right should only stink a little bit more.

Batman:  …

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