[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

The system despises him: "Don't just see a handsome guy and think about what you have. Do you know how the first, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth Hokages were planted? Do you know why the second generation of Hokage is so powerful? Mr. Lu Xun said, write well, Stay away from those pretty young men."

"That's all I said."

"I think you're greedy for someone else's body."

"Okay, I'm the scumbag."

Bei Guoxia had no choice but to continue writing clowns.

That night, Arkham Asylum lights out.

The clown is lying leisurely on the single bed in the "ward", with his hands on his pillow and his feet up.

He was thinking about how to escape from the prison in the dead of night, and how to create trouble for everyone after the escape.

The single room was suddenly full of people.

They are all generated by content, respectively:

Bai Yueguang, Bai Yueguang's 72 bodyguards, the overlord's three aunts and four uncles, and many other top relatives.

Because the room was too small, so many people crowded together, the scene was quite touching, and the clown was submerged under the feet of the crowd in an instant.

When it was too late, Bai Yueguang preemptively rushed forward and wailed: "Joker! Is it you who wants to take advantage of pregnancy to get to power? I want to make your life worse than death!"

In terms of setting, Bai Yueguang hangs his voice in the pear garden, so his voice is so loud that it soars into the sky.

In an instant, the lights in every room in Arkham went on.

Then, 72 bodyguards rushed forward, wanting to be indescribable to the clown.

There are also three aunts, four uncles, and eight aunts who are loudly commenting that the clown is not worthy of his own president. The lines are naturally the old stereotypes of the vicious supporting characters in the flow text, such as the face is too white, the mouth is too big, the cosmetics are too inferior, as a boy from a good family, he dares to wear it Killing Matt Green is too uneducated, so it doesn't make sense.

Gordon heard the alarm from Arkham, and hurriedly asked about the situation: "What's going on? Someone escaped from prison again?"

The correspondent replied: "There is an accident in the clown's ward, and we are investigating."

"Ok?"

Gordon felt a "thump" in his heart.

The clown is the only parent in the Arkham family, and his life is as chic as a vacation. Penguin, Riddler, and other criminals dare not provoke him at all.

How could something have happened in his ward?Could it be his conspiracy?

When the guards arrived, the ward was full of dead bodies, layer upon layer.

The clown was sitting on top of the pile of corpses, with his legs crossed and a gun in his hand. The moonlight from outside the window shone in, reflecting half of his face and teeth stained with blood.

"I must find out the truth." He whispered with a vicious smile.

In the next second, all the characters who completed the task disappeared without a trace.

The clown fell heavily from mid-air with a "snap", and landed on his ass.

After being dazed for three seconds, he laughed wildly and rolled on the ground: "Hahaha, it's crazy, hahahahaha..."

The guards looked at each other, and some of them rubbed their eyes, asking what happened just now.

Could it be that the ghastly scene of the clown sitting on the pile of corpses was their collective hallucination?

When they were questioning, Amanda came late and issued a serial death question:

"Why does the clown have a gun?"

"Didn't you say that the ward will be cut off in the middle of the night? Could it be that all these patients have reconnected the wires?"

The guards were full of desire to survive, and they couldn't answer these questions.

So Amanda decides: "These things need to be looked into—call everyone up! Raid!"

No one sleeps in Arkham tonight.

Baguoxia didn't sleep well either.

In his dream, he was frantically looking for Chinese restaurants, passing by steak restaurants, curry restaurants and Japanese cuisine one after another.

It can be said that I have passed the restaurant three times without entering.

Waking up with regret, he almost cried:

Why are you so determined?

It's good to go into any one and have a taste first!

A new day has a new day of worries.The comatose young man still didn't wake up.

Three people and two turtles knelt and sat in a row in front of the sofa, as if apologizing.

"Let's call an ambulance and take him to the doctor." Baguoxia suggested.

Carl immediately stared at him with "Are you crazy?" "Ambulance?"

"That's right, call an ambulance and bring your medical insurance card..." Bei Guoxia's voice became smaller and smaller, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't always think about dealing with the ambulance." Carl warned, "Even if you are dying, tell us, I will crawl to the hospital with you on my back, just... don't deal with the ambulance, okay?"

"Uh, thank you?" Baguoxia replied uncertainly.

"I don't need you, I will carry him and fly to the hospital." Connor said suddenly.

Carl slapped his forehead fiercely, feeling hopeless: "Sometimes I really doubt your thinking circuit-no money, understand? It's useless to take him to the hospital."

Bei Guoxia folded her arms and sighed: "That can only be treated with local methods."

"What?" All creatures looked at him suspiciously.

"Do you know 'chicken soup'?" Baguoxia said seriously, "Cure all diseases."

"We need an old hen—it doesn't matter if it's not old, but it must be a hen—ginger, salt, green onion, wolfberry, red dates, rice cooker..." Bei Guoxia said, looking at the hard-memorized Carl asked half-believingly, "Can you really get it?"

"Don't worry, Chinatown, I have my own way." Carl is very confident.

"Don't let Connor steal anything." Baguoxia narrowed her eyes and warned.

Carl gave a slight "tsk" and complained, "Who do you think I am?"

Guessing wrong, Baguoxia felt guilty: "Sorry."

"It's nothing." Carl shrugged, folded the papers and put them in his pocket. He turned around and was about to leave, but stopped again, turned his head and said with a smile, "I was never taken care of when I was sick, unless it cost money. Now I have to take care of the patients voluntarily , and... quite interesting."

"Me too," Bei Guoxia said sincerely, "I have a lot of tricks here."

"Gu..."

Mickey clutched her plastron and shouted, "I'm hungry."

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but when he mentions it, Baguoxia also feels that her chest sticks to her back.

"Let's have breakfast," Leo said.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Baguoxia's eyes lit up.

"A cake made of worms and seaweed." Mickey took out a plate from the old refrigerator and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, it was left over from lunch yesterday."

The three looked at the worms wriggling in the seaweed, their faces turning green:

It's no longer a question of leftovers!

"Hey, we're in a hurry to go out, let's go, Connor."

Carl hurriedly dragged Connor away, leaving Baguoxia to laugh at the bleak reality alone.

"Eat, Bei." The little turtles still warmly greeted.

Bei Guoxia had no choice but to pinch the seaweed and close her eyes——

I retched.

Brother Turtle ran to monitor the external environment, leaving Bei Guoxia to watch the nest.

Bei Guoxia was so hungry that she couldn't think, so she simply played the game on the computer that didn't require brains, "Three Kingdoms Warriors".

All TE and IF lines are cleared, Carl and Connor are finally back.

As expected, Carl was a bit capable, so he brought back everything on the list and let Connor carry it, while he had nothing on his own.

"Can you take good care of the child?" Baguoxia helped untie the pot tied to Connor's back.

"I took it." Carl took out the salt shaker from his pocket, and retorted confidently, "Look, I took so much."

At this moment, the chicken in Connor's hand crowed twice.

Bei Guoxia was stunned: "Alive?"

"Well," Carl replied nonchalantly, "live, they say that fresh killing works best."

The old hen was placed on the ground by Connor, and received the attention of three people.

"How?" Bei Guoxia asked hesitantly.

Carl handed him a knife: "Up and down the knife?"

The hen jumped up, and the three of them were startled suddenly, and they all took a step back.

Bei Guoxia tried hard to recall the country love she watched before, recalling how the chicken was killed in it, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Grab it by the neck!"

Connor swallowed, took a step forward, and grabbed the chicken's neck.

The old hen struggled vigorously and screamed.

Connor didn't dare to use force, and Bei Guoxia quickly grabbed the chicken's neck.

Together, the two managed to suffocate the chicken.

Chicken, suddenly.

Boiling water, plucking hair, bleeding water.

The head is taken, the claws are cut, and the guts are removed.

Bei Guoxia has always only bought finished products. It is the first time that he has to operate such a complicated procedure by himself, and he is very unfamiliar with the business.

Fortunately, Connor helped.

And Karl had already hid aside to watch TV.

Finally, the chicken body was chopped into pieces and put into the pot, arranged clearly.

As time passed, the smell of chicken soup wafted out, filling the entire basement.

Carl took a deep breath and said with emotion, "I will wake up even in a vegetable state."

Bei Guoxia swallowed her saliva, and said fiercely: "If this trick doesn't work, I will..."

The two turned to look at him.

"I'll try adding ginger to Coke and reheating it." Baguoxia continued.

"Woo~" Carl shushed him.

Jason was crushed by a dream.

terrible dream.

The dream was full of chaos and horror, his thoughts continued to fluctuate, but the ear-piercing noises refused to stop.

He was crushed in darkness.

Until, his tongue tasted a delicious taste.

The young man's right eyelid trembled, and slowly lifted a slit, revealing some blue pupils.

"There is a reaction!" Bei Guoxia suddenly puffed up his chest, overjoyed, "I am the little master of China alive! The spirit of eating halberds is reborn!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man coughed violently, spewing out a mouthful of soup.

Bagel Summer: "..."