Changhe Point Sky View

When Dick was still in the metropolis, everyone in the alliance who was watching a play in the Fortress of Solitude saw that the atmosphere in the fortress was not right, and all of them shirked and ran away.

Seeing everyone in the Alliance leave, Bruce said, "If he is Beifeng, I think it would be better for him to go to Wayne Manor with me." He stroked Tang Qian's head and looked at Superman.

Superman is clearly distressed by this: "If Dick sees the North Wind like this..."

"Isn't that great? The North Wind is not dead." Luthor obviously didn't agree with Superman's concerns, he paid attention to another aspect, "But did he just shrink in size and lose his memory, or did something happen that we don't know about?" Why does he feel that even the person has changed?

"I don't know, there are many things he can't say, but what he remembers is roughly consistent with what Beifeng once mentioned."

"So you didn't ask anything?" Luther raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I can't interrogate him, can I? And those wounds on his body are indeed from fighting criminal syndicates."

And Tang Qian was chatting happily with Bruce.

"Ah, yes, this way the attack power will increase a lot %@#&..."

"But using this method requires a lot of physical strength #@%*#..."

"You can reduce the control requirements %#@￥..."

balabala...

Then, Bruce smiled triumphantly, and looked at Superman and Luthor who were still arguing: "This kid is going to take me to Wayne Manor."

Superman: "Huh?"

"Lucius will like this kid. And Xiaoqian has some interest in Batman. Batman and I are fairly familiar. You can take Xiaoqian to him to have a look."

Superman has nothing to say.

Look at Bruce's relaxed look, speaking as if Batman is easy to talk to!

Who said "Get out of my Gotham" back then!

Today's Master Bruce is still finely divided.

"In this case," Luthor raised his right hand and tapped on the laptop on his left arm, "I will help Beifeng recover his previous identity. I will put his things back under his name."

Planes do crash, but there's always someone who doesn't make it to the airport in time because of traffic, right?

Bruce nodded, and led Tang Qian out of the fort.

Tang Qian narrowed his eyes, his eyes were calm, but there was an undercurrent surging deep inside.

He was sure that the "Northern Wind" that these people knew had something to do with him, and it seemed that the relationship was very deep.

When he was in the Fortress of Solitude, he not only practiced against the training dummy every day, learned the language here, but also consulted information about the world.

He is actually a little strange, because he didn't take much effort to learn the language of this world, as if he had learned it but hadn't used it for a long time and had forgotten it, and now he just picked it up again.

And the world too.He was sure he was familiar with this world, or that he should be familiar with it.

And Superman's access to the Bastion data that he opened up to him is enough for him to know what he wants to know.

Beifeng, AKA Xianhe, is barely half a "superhero", a person from the Pure Yang Palace.

From a small amount of battle videos, it can be seen that this person has learned the pure yang internal energy very well, the external energy moves are standard, and his skills are flexible.

But there are some details that others won't notice.That was a habit that only belonged to him, Tang Qian.

Even though Beifeng used Taixu Sword Intent, before the battle, he would still habitually take a few steps back and forth to distance himself.

He doesn't like to expose himself, and every time he is used to laying a trap first and then attacking the opponent's blind spot.

He is flexible and likes to pursue excitement.

This is different from him. What he likes to be exciting is to kill his opponent, while Beifeng pursues a real battle.

Well, he actually wants to do this sometimes, but his size is limited, and his chances of winning are too low if he is head-on.

Really depressed.

In summary, Beifeng has a close relationship with him.

Although I don't know what happened to me, what does it have to do with him?

He just needs to mind his own present.

Moreover, it's not bad here, at least you can't see some "stuff".

After following Bruce back to Wayne House, Bruce said he had something to deal with and went to Wayne Enterprises.Tang Qian, who had nothing to do, gestured to Alfred and asked if he could borrow some writing utensils from him.

Although he knew that the child in front of him could not understand him, Alfred still said to wait a moment before leaving.

Taking the pen and paper handed to him by Alfred, Tang Qian summed up his mistakes and improvement measures during today's battle, and soon immersed himself in the world of analysis.Even if someone deliberately approached him, he didn't pay much attention to it, and also ignored all the voices from the people around him.Until he heard a sentence in Chinese that was a bit strange in pronunciation but still understandable.

"Hello? 』

Although he was a little excited to hear the familiar accent here, Tang Qian still didn't lift his head, and habitually replied. Afterwards, the calculation of mechanism data and the improvement plan of combat methods were slightly slowed down.

As a result, he didn't hear a reply for a long time.

So he glanced impatiently at the person sitting beside him.

Then the kid froze.

Seeing the astonishment in Tang Qian's eyes, Dick was in a good mood immediately, and stretched out his hand to rub Tang Qian's hair, which felt so good to the touch. Tang Qian was still in a daze, and didn't open the hand that was making trouble on his head.

Blinking, Tang Qian leaned forward, leaned on the blue-eyed young man with the young man's surprised gaze, carefully inspected the scratch on his face, then stuck out his tongue to lick the wound, making sure it wasn't him before illusion.

Stimulated by Tang Qian's movements, a tingling sensation spread to his brain from the place he licked.However, the lover on her body is still just a child, and the little blue bird who can't do anything has no choice but to fold her wings aggrievedly and let Tang Qian, who innocently looks at her, continue to lie on her body and make troubles.

Tang Qian was sure that he could smell the Tangmen's special gun on the person below him. The wound on his face was caused by a blood-melting dart, and there were traces of being locked by Kunpeng's iron claws on his legs.

Are there any Tangmen disciples here?And the skilled ones must be the ones who have already been trained?

Tang Qian looked up at the young man who was being pushed down by him, but saw that the man's blue eyes were reflecting himself.Inside is longing, and an unspeakable annoyance.Tilting his head, Tang Qian asked, "What's wrong?" 』

Seeing Tang Qian on his body tilting his head and showing an innocent expression, Dick stretched out his arms and hugged Tang Qian, pressing him against his neck, his voice hoarse: "Asshole..."

"Feel sorry? ’ Tang Qian asked without knowing why.Looking at the housekeeper who had retreated far away, he showed a look of asking for help.

Mr. Butler calmly replied that there was nothing he could do to help him go back.

What did I do to die?This person shouldn't be scumbag by him, right?

Although he didn't know what happened, Tang Qian still reached out and hugged the neck of the blue bird under him, and tentatively reached out to rub the blue bird's soft short hair.

Then he heard a muffled groan.

Tang Qian propped himself up suspiciously, and saw the young man's expression of pain suppressed.He looked down, only to see that the metal ornaments hanging from his clothes knocked on the young man's body.

Can't it?Tang Qian tilted his head, reached out and grabbed the hem of Dick's jacket, trying to open it to have a look.

Dick already remembered the kick he was kicked by the mysterious man before.At that time, he only felt that something sharp had hit him, his brain was in a mess and he didn't pay much attention to what the shoe he kicked looked like, but now that he thought about it, he seemed to see it on the sole of that person's shoe—high heels?

Men, high heels?seriously?

Inadvertently, Dick's clothes had been lifted by Tang Qian, and a coolness came from the already bruised skin.As soon as Dick lowered his head, he saw Tang Qian's metal claws were gently scratching there. The pain mixed with numbness made Dick hold Tang Qian's hand.

"Stop." He said nonchalantly.He could feel his yearning for Beifeng, but he had to help Beifeng recover first.

Tang Qian raised his eyebrows at the young man's reaction, and a flash of teasing mixed with blankness flashed in his eyes.

The relationship between this person and "him" is really not simple.

Could it be "his" love?

But in this case...

Tang Qian frowned unobtrusively.

Why can't he feel his own accelerated heartbeat?

That's right, he is familiar with this place, this young man, and even those people before him, but he doesn't have the slightest feeling for them, it's like reading a character introduction while reading a book, familiar, but has no feeling.

Even when he was inexplicably irritated by that "Superman", he just felt that he should be angry, but afterwards he had no idea why he was angry.

It's so weird, he seems to have lost the ability to feel emotions.

There is also a wound that suddenly appeared on the right chest. It is a new wound depending on the degree of healing. Why doesn't he remember that he has suffered such an injury, and he doesn't even feel anything when the wound is healed?

Tang Qian frowned and sat back down again.

Dick looked strangely at Tang Qian retreating back again, and once again fell into a state of ignoring others, he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Then, as expected, Dick received Tang Qian's puzzled look again.

"Thank you for making the translation software, brother." Tim's voice sounded from upstairs, "Otherwise it would be too hard to see you talking about stand-up comedy." He said and walked down.

Dick turned his head and saw Tim holding back a smile.

Well, Tim has definitely been here for a long time but has been watching the show on the sidelines.

But what the hell is that in his arms?

Wooden piggy?

Tang Qian heard the voice of the person who had borrowed his half-finished mechanism, the little pig, and got up, fell backwards, and ran to Tim.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Drake. 』

"It's okay, Xiaoqian." Tim said, handing the mechanism pig to Tang Qian, and stretched out his hand to rub his hair with excellent quality.

As the third child in his family, there is only Damian under him, but with Damian's temper, he doesn't have many opportunities to enjoy the right to rub his younger brother's head as an elder brother. The black padded jacket is even blacker!

Dick watched Tang Qian being abducted by a wooden mechanism pig in such a cute way, and suddenly felt a little tired.

Where did his gentle and possessive north wind go?

He is obviously prettier than that wooden pig! Look at him!

God, that wooden lump can actually lie in Beifeng's arms?You get him out!

The author has something to say:

Confucian style gun brother's small high heels 23333

Pao Tai Tang Qian: I love mechanism piglets, I love DPS, DPS makes me happy, nothing else is as important as stakes!

Dick: ...

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