I'm an emotionless superhero

You have gone out of your own way, so you don't need to care about other people's eyes, and you don't need to care about what others think of your father. "

"It sounds like chicken soup for the soul, and I thought this mage wouldn't give people chicken soup for the soul." Connor floated up and stood in front of her, blocking most of the wind.

TTK is just that easy to use.

"You can call me Mage Gu Yi, or just call me Gu Yi."

"Ancient Mage, it sounds like it's older than the Supreme Mage. So what kind of magic should I be good at, like you drew a golden circle and let me reach New York from Gotham, and then walked a few steps away. Suddenly reaching Mount Everest, this is actually not very useful to me. I admit that it can be used as a method of combat at certain times, but at super speed..."

He couldn't find the right expression for a while.

The ancient one looked at him with a smile, and then added: "How about the mirror space? It is equivalent to playing games to open up a different dimension, and fighting in this different dimension will not affect the real world. Of course, if you are in a different dimension If you die in the dimension, you are really dead."

Sounds like a good way to save war damage.Connor thought to himself, if he threw the enemy into this different dimension in time every time he met the enemy, and then defeated him in the different dimension without affecting the real world, wouldn't it save a lot of battle damage?

So he immediately stretched out his hand: "I want to learn!"

He called Tony a little later and said he was learning magic.

The old father, Iron Man, laughed "hahahaha" on the other end of the phone at that time: "Your father is really not from the magic department. Are you a genetic mutation?"

"But mental mutants sound magical. Not to mention my telekinetic abilities sound even more magical."

Do not say anything.

Now even Iron Man himself is starting to feel a bit of a conscience for Connor's other father.

Hahahahahaha.

Parallel ([-])

In fact, Jessica is a little strange—you said that she, like Hannibal, received a not-so-thorough aristocratic education, but why can Hannibal grow into an aristocrat, and she can't change the customs of Crime Lane? With?

"It's natural." Madam Zi smiled and looked at the confused Jessica—"Hannibal likes etiquette, and enjoys the convenience brought to him by such rules—communication between nobles is always like this, and Once you are enough..." Mrs. Zi paused, "If you are hypocritical, others will think highly of you."

The word made Jessica laugh—wasn't it hypocrisy?She thought that real nobility did not refer to cumbersome etiquette, but the attitude of dealing with things and compassion for the world.

"But you don't like it, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just a difference of opinion between two people. What's more, Hannibal has lived with his parents since he was a child, and this kind of etiquette has been carved into his bones. Even if he wants to make Some violations...maybe there will still be soft-spoken reprimands from his parents in his mind."

Jessica thought of Bruce.

In fact, she didn't know when Bruce didn't deliberately pretend - but she knew that sometimes when he just woke up and there were only three people in the house - that time should be the most relaxed moment of Bruce's day, but he still had the elegance engraved in his bones , even yawning.

Maybe that's why Alfred is so angry, but still continues to take care of Bruce?At least Bruce showed him that his education had paid off.

Another example is probably Connor Quinn.

In fact, the requirements in his family were not strict, and Oliver Queen was not such an elegant man.

But Connor Quinn is always calm and stable.This kind of feeling should not appear in a child, just like the calmness in those previous novels—to be honest, he has never understood why he was calm at such a young age, the real calmness should be after Qian Fan’s death Contemplation, not the pretense of a young age.

But Conor Quinn will give you that feeling.

Jessica feels like she can't see through Conor Quinn.

This should not have been the case.

She is Robin.

Robin should be like Batman, able to see everyone and know everything, and not be trapped in front of a child, even a child younger than her.

"What are you thinking about?"

The young medical student sat in front of Jessica, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of her eyes.

Jessica looked up and could see the obvious dimple on the other's cheek—a dimple like a scar.

To be honest, she never quite understood how this dimple came about.

Like, she never knew how... Hannibal had changed so much.

"Just remembered an interesting person."

Jessica smiled, then raised the teacup in front of her, took a sip, and stuck out her tongue: "I'm still not used to drinking Japanese bitter tea."

"Just for me..." Hannibal paused, "I mean for Mrs. Purple. She has always liked you very much, even more than me, which makes me jealous, doesn't it?"

"That's because brats are always less likable than little girls. If you don't believe me, ask your aunt to see if she wants a nephew or a little niece more?"

"I won't argue with you, and I won't make fun of myself. But since she likes you so much, it shouldn't matter if you endure a cup of bitter tea for her, right?"

"You are always so good at changing concepts, and you don't know how you learn medicine. I think medical students should be one is one, and two is two, just like a drug can only treat one disease."

This made Hannibal laugh. He patted the table with a smile in his eyes: "Which teacher told you that? Sometimes, the same medicine can cure many diseases, you have to see How did you match it?"

"Okay, okay." Jessica waved her hand, "I'm not a professional medical student. Let's say it first, it's not for you to endure this cup of bitter tea. I'm for Mrs. Zi. Seriously, don't you think about it today? Do you cook late? I always feel that the cooks Mrs. Zi hired are not as good as yours. It’s just for me to endure this cup of bitter tea.”

She put down the glass, pushed it in front of Hannibal, and raised her chin: "Wash the glass by the way."

The youngest medical student stood up, picked up the cup, squatted down suddenly when passing Jessica, kissed the corner of the other's forehead, and then quickly ran to the kitchen and closed the door, leaning against the door with his back, his voice slightly Smiling: "Then I will charge some interest first."

Jessica glanced at the other party, stood up and walked to the kitchen door.The kitchen door was lighted, allowing her to see Hannibal's back.

In fact, compared with that year, he has only grown a little taller, and he is not necessarily strong.

So Jessica knocked on the door with a smile, and sat down, back to back with him, but separated by a door.

"I'm very sorry."

Jessica tucked one leg in and put one hand on the curled leg. "I'm sorry, Hannibal."

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

There was some doubt in Hannibal's voice.

"If it was back then, if I could be the same as now, maybe we could have a different ending."

Hannibal's movements stopped, and Jessica could hear Hannibal's movements clearly through a thin door.

"If that year."

Hannibal, who was silent for a long time, said slowly, "If I could have been like this back then, we would have had a different ending."

It's just that it's useless to say more now, no matter how regretful the two of them are, or how powerful they are now.But back then they were still weak and helpless, alone and helpless.So much so...to watch Misha...die in front of her but helpless.If back then... "If" has always been an exceptionally beautiful word, but if you say "if", it proves that you have regrets, and you have had to.

"It sounds like two dying people who are old and useless are discussing life with each other."

"Do you think you don't look like it?"

Jessica heard Hannibal behind her sneer, and then laughed herself: "Anyway, Hannibal, the two of us must live better, and live more...self."

"I thought you were talking about... yourself."

It's like, no longer beg for mercy, and no longer kneel down and beg for mercy.Just stand firm in front of the other person and tell them you have to.

Because I will force you to do it.

After all, the two of them are not the children they were ten years ago.

When Mrs. Zi came back, she saw two people standing in the kitchen helping each other cook.

Hannibal takes the lead.

Jessica prepares the side dishes.

If the two of them hadn't been gnashing their teeth, it would have looked like a rather seductive picture.

It's a pity that these two people were arguing while doing it.

She listened carefully, and it was nothing more than Jessica mocking Hannibal's chopping skills, and then Hannibal was picky about the side dishes Jessica prepared.

Like two perfectly normal kids their age.

So Mrs. Zi crossed her arms and stood at the kitchen door, watching the two people prepare dinner in a hurry.

In fact, what she wanted to say was that any one of the two of them could be ready, but she wanted the two of them to make trouble for each other.

It was like a picture she had seen a long time ago.

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