bat baby

"What's going on?" Wei Zi asked eagerly.

Qin Changge's expression was sad, almost crying: "They..."

For the first time, Qin Mugong's sword of the emperor showed such a weak expression: "They..."

Can't even speak.

Known as Mrs. Cao Guo, the King of Hundred Flowers Wei Zi eagerly stomped her feet: "You really said it!"

Qin Changge wiped his face to calm down, but his tone was still trembling: "They used pine tobacco... hers..."

Qin Changge couldn't say it.

Wei Zi covered her mouth, and the tears flowed down: "How could they..."

How can a mother be used against a child?How can they?

Looking at Jing Mo's haggard little face, Wei Zi's eyes almost overflowed with distress.

How much does Songyanmo love Jingmo?Or how much do mothers in this world love their children?

Wei Zi doesn't know what Moxiu used to harm Mo Bao, but if it has something to do with Song Yanmo, how much damage will it do to Mo Bao?

Jing Mo curled up suddenly, and his healed wound burst open again.

Dark blood dripped to the ground along the bed sheet, everything was silent, only the sound of blood dripping to the ground.

Wei Zi rushed to the bedside, pulling Jing Mo's body away in vain, trying not to make Jing Mo's wound bigger.

Bruce had already held Jing Mo in his arms, confining his limbs.

Superman carefully controlled the temperature of his icy breath, frozen the wound, and tried his best to make Jingmo suffer the least damage.

"Dad..." Jing Mo made a weak voice in Bruce's arms: "I'm in pain...so cold...Dad, I'm afraid..." The crying voice lost its sweetness in the past.

Bruce kissed his forehead lightly, comforting him: "Dad is with you, don't be afraid."

For the first time, he felt that language is such a powerless thing. The clown can create a clown girl with just a few words, but as Batman, he can't even help his son who is suffering.

"Don't be afraid, Dad is here." Bruce repeated over and over again, as if he would be stronger in his heart.

"I want to find my mother." Jing Mo's eyes have begun to darken, his mind is chaotic, and his heart is full of wanting to find his mother.

Bruce's eyes turned red. He understood Qin Changge's words, and he also knew that Jingmo was like this because someone used the powdered pine smoke. At this time, the baby only wanted to find his mother, but he didn't know that in a sense, he and Mom is with you.

Bruce didn't want to expose his fragility in front of outsiders. He lowered his head and kept kissing Jingmo's face, as if he could hide his desperate expression in this way.

Thinking about it carefully, I don't seem to have been with Jingmo for long, not even Alfred.

However, the nature of father and son is connected by blood. Bruce looked at his son's pain, as if he had returned to the dark alley decades ago.

When Jason had an accident, he was in so much pain that he wished he could replace it with his own body. Why couldn't he protect his family well?

Parents are like this, Jason is like this, and now even Du Jingmo, who is only three years old, is like this.

Bruce panicked, but he knew he couldn't go down.

"Dad." Jing Mo cried, big drops of tears gushed out from the corners of his eyes and slid down from the corners of his eyes, soaking Bruce's clothes: "Dad..." He no longer has the ability to think, just repeating meaninglessly Calling Dad over and over again, the voices became smaller and smaller, and finally only made a breathy sound.

Superman frowned at this scene: "B."

He pondered for a while, and said: "We have no way to save him now, otherwise I will freeze him first, just like Captain America, I will control the temperature, and then thaw him out when I think of a solution."

Bruce looked up at Superman, and for the first time said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

Superman didn't care about anything else, he just said, "You put Jingmo down first."

Jing Mo's small body was lying on the first aid table, dark red and white intertwined, feeling like being sacrificed.

Superman took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Jing Mo opened his eyes slightly, and looked sideways at Bruce: "Dad..."

The voice was cut off by the ice.

Bruce could only touch his fingers with ice, his eyes became cold, stood up, and turned back to the invincible Batman.

"Tell me everything you know." The brain of the Justice League, suppressing its grief, walked up to Qin Changge and asked.

"They were able to find Jingmo because they had items belonging to Jingmo's blood relatives, and Jingmo's injury..." Qin Changge couldn't bear to tell the truth.

Tony shouted eagerly: "Say it quickly!"

"His injury was caused by his mother's curse." Qin Changge turned his head away.

"Impossible!" Bruce thought of the pine smoke

When Jing Mo delivered it, he showed reluctance: "No way!"

Qin Changge smiled wryly: "Of course I know that Songyanmo will not curse Jingmo, but I can be sure that this curse does come from Songyanmo."

Bruce looked at Han Bing on the first aid platform: "If this is the case, then Jingmo..."

"And the death of Song Yanmo is also very strange. There is no sign, and the five declines of heaven and man have come. The time given to her is only half a month." Wei Zi calmed down and said.

"Five declines in heaven and man?" Steve asked strangely.

"The five declines of heaven and man, the Yaozu will burn out their lives in a short period of time, which is death." Qin Changge didn't want to explain in too much detail, this kind of topic is taboo in the Yaozu.

"Think about it carefully, is there anything strange?" Tony asked.

Wei Zi and Qin Changge looked at each other, and shook their heads in unison: "There is nothing strange about it. One day, Song Yanmo suddenly said that she had a premonition of the five declines of heaven and man, and Mo Bao would die, so Mo Bao must be sent to her biological father." Next to him, Song Yanmo said that Mo Bao's biological father has great merits and can protect Mo Bao through death."

Qin Changge added: "After sending the child away, Song Yanmo died the next day after returning home. She burned out her life in just 10 hours."

Tony is very sharp: "How long is it for others?"

The Wei and Qin demons who asked this question didn't know how to answer.

"I've been a demon for more than 2000 years, and I've only heard of the five declines of heaven and man once. He was three days old."

"It's only been 1000 years for a little girl to become a spirit, and she has never seen the five declines of heaven and man."

Leaving aside the fact that these two demons are both over 1000 years old, let’s just say that only one of them has experienced five declines in the past 1000 years. Then why is it Song Yanmo’s turn?

"Actually, it's not surprising. The demons in the past were of a different kind. They were killed when they were caught by Taoist monks. If they wanted to live until the five declines of heaven and man, they would be considered dead. Song Yanmo has also practiced for more than 1000 years. It is not surprising that the five declines of heaven and man are not surprising."

Bruce frowned: "But her time is too short, isn't it?"

Qin Changge shook his head: "No, according to the Yaozu records, there are even shorter ones, which died within three hours."

Then this road won't work, what happened to cause the pine smoke to curse his son?

Only by finding the root of the curse can we find a solution...

Bruce stood beside the ice, and his broad palm gently stopped on Jingmo's face: "Daddy will save you."

I swear by Batman.