The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley seemed completely unaware of how sloppy her words were, she was completely pale. After making sure that he had no other questions to ask, she continued to read her novel, leaving her old father alone, The mood is difficult to calm down, want to speak but stop, stop talking and want.

As a man, Bruce knew that the leopard's obedience and carefulness in front of her had already exceeded the limit of "friendship".

And Sisley knew nothing about it.

But that wasn't her fault, Sisley didn't know how the world worked; she was like a blank sheet of paper, and those who came into contact with her seemed to have no intention of revealing it.

Bruce never asked about the love life of his sons, and this time, he didn't want to be a villain in this kind of thing.He was filled with emotion in his heart, but remained calm on the surface, and looked at Sisley for a while before turning around and going upstairs.

Sisley:?

She couldn't figure out what her old father was trying to say, and after explaining her relationship with Ken carefully, she thought she had made it very clear, so she went back to the world of novels again.

In Arkham Asylum, Mephisto was awakened by a noise.

Rose opened her scarlet eyes and narrowed them impatiently.At this moment, Mephistopheles is like a drug barrel that can be ignited at any time, the ribbon of desire shrinks sluggishly in her body, and due to the lack of blood, the sensitivity to heartbeat and human scent also rises sharply.

She didn't feel anything, and everyone who walked past Mephisto's cell couldn't help but stand on end.

She is longing for a hunt, and anyone can see it from her eyes: it is pure murderous desire and indifference, she is not human, and she will not regard human beings as the same kind.

It was the look of looking at livestock and food reserves.

Mephistopheles: So hungry (staring at—

The Arkham guards quickly surrounded the area, and a team of professional medical staff entered one after another. The clown was carried in like a hog with his hands tied behind his back to a chair.

I don't know if he can't speak or is unwilling to speak, but from Mephisto's point of view, he can only see the messy and wet back of his head, plus a flashing silhouette.

Soon, after the medical staff left the cell, the captain of the Arkham Guard personally connected high-voltage electricity to the prison railings and locked the door of the cell. The clown was limply dumped out like trash, and the chair was thrown away. After being dragged away, there was not even a centimeter of the rope left.

Only the concrete floor and the Joker himself were left there, alone, in much the same way Mephisto was treated.

Mephistopheles: As long as I close my mouth tightly enough, tears won't flow from the corners of my mouth.

After 5 minutes, maybe 10 minutes, the muddy person on the ground finally twitched.The clown got up crookedly like a reckless drunk, and the tempered glass slammed heavily with a "bang".

The clown has a meal.

His eyes met Mephisto's, who was staring straight at him.

"Hello, little beauty." His eyes slowly lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up, letting out a bad and crazy laugh.

"I haven't seen you before, you are a new face... Arkham doesn't often have new people."

Mephisto didn't return him, her eyes froze on the trace of blood flowing from his forehead.

The ribbon of desire reached its peak at that moment, and Mephisto's consciousness melted like thin snow under the sun, revealing the deep black land.

She pounced on the clown like a beast.

The lord of hell has landed again in New Haven, and the apartment door is open before him.

The deep corridor overlapped various dimensions that did not belong to reality. He walked straight in and kicked a corner of the broken statue into the darkness.

In the deeper darkness, there are pairs of peeping eyes and eavesdropping ears.The eyes and ears were lost again in the darkness as Abaddon's steps passed them.

But their smells still linger in the air, those rancid, dark, and indescribably sticky; Abaddon is as familiar with this smell as another half of his body, he sneered, and caught an eyeball that ran not far away, Tighten your fingers tightly.

With a miserable howl, the eyeball burst in his palm, and the juice flowed wantonly, but it didn't get a single bit of Abaddon.

He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers one by one.

"I remember you."

Abaddon whispered.

The moonlight shone on his pale face and shone on his unusually bright eyes.

"I'll find you, and I'll make you scream in hell."

If Mephisto's life is a 3A real reckless unparalleled strategy, Abaddon is the No. 1 zombie tracking game in the doomsday series, which is called a non-confrontation game——

——Then Sisley's is the one that cultivates the collection system and starts with unlimited gold coins.

She read about rose apple pie in a book and became so intrigued that she was eager to try it herself.

The kitchen of Wayne Manor is open 24 hours to the rest of the family except for Bruce himself.Sisley easily obtained the old housekeeper's grant of governance, and happily dug out flour, butter, apples, and powdered sugar.

— but Ken didn't like it.

The method of rose apple pie is very simple, only divided into three steps: roll out the puff pastry, spread butter cheese and put thin semi-circular apple slices, fold the dough and roll up, it is a beautiful rose shape.

However, Sisley's overturned car only happened in ordinary steps.

When making meringues that were much wider than the tabletop, Sisley said confidently, "I'll make more."

When the butter cheese was spread so that the dough itself could not stick together, Sisley remained motionless, "It tastes better if you put more butter cheese on it."

When the apple slices were uneven in thickness and almost cut off half of her fingertips, Sisli was in shock and said, "It's the knife, it must be the knife!"

——Ken looked at the Damascus knife and choked.jpg

When folding apple slices and rose petals, Sisley finally realized the reality because a piece of apple slid out persistently, and reluctantly gave up.

A big hand held her wrist that was about to be pulled away, and Ken, who was silent, suddenly went online at this moment. He flattened the dough again, arranged the apple slices one by one in proportion, and carefully and boldly rolled the apple pie. , placed on the table.

The rose petals bloomed vividly and showed no sign of falling apart.

Sisley: Wow!

She followed Ken to learn things in a novel and clumsy way. Plates of rose apple pie were sent into the oven, and then plates were put back on the shelf with fragrance to cool. The whole kitchen was filled with the sweet and sour aroma of apples. The crispy and fragrant taste is also baked at high temperature, which easily arouses people's desire to taste one.

Ken guided the first two or three, and the next dozens were all operated by Sisley herself. The more she did it, the better she became.

The girl was wearing an apron, her waist was becoming more and more slender, her hair was coiled obediently, and there was a little white paste on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Alfred stood by the door and looked gently at Sisley, who was so busy spinning around, as if he saw his beautiful cat rolling in the corner of the dust, with infinite stupidity in its cuteness.

"Are these the ones you want to give away, Miss Sisley?" He walked to the gift boxes piled up into a miniature mountain and asked.

While closing the oven door, Sisley happily straightened up and replied, "Yes!"

"I can send them for you." The old butler pondered, "If you need, you can tell me the recipient's name and address."

"I want to send one to each of them first, for Ken, and...Grandpa Alfred, try it?" Sisley handed Alfred a piece of rose apple pie that had already cooled down, and picked up a piece herself , try to bite down gently.

Did not overturn.she thinks.

Same as described in the book.

The old butler was very face-saving, and before Sisley noticed, he had already wiped out this little piece of pie at the speed of light, washed his hands again, and took out a pen and paper.

He made a note of Ken.

Sisley recalled slowly, and reported all the names she knew: father, grandpa housekeeper, eldest brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, Captain America, Black Widow, Spiderman, herself, and——

"Mephisto," she said.

Alfred raised his head from the recording calmly, observing her facial expression.

"Do you know where she lives?"

he asked softly.

In the small black room, Mephisto licked away the remaining blood stains from the corner of his mouth contentedly.

Gotham Rose has the ability to see in the dark, so being thrown here in confinement after assaulting a prisoner is not a big deal to her.

Mainly, the clown's blood is really delicious.

Although these twelve hours would make her hungry again, Mephisto caught the clown and sucked it up again this time.

She suddenly exploded, broke through the two cages known as "the strongest in the world" one after another, and broke into the clown's territory. One of the two ribbons passed through his old wound that hadn't fully healed, the other was inserted under his ribs, and the other It's the new water intake.

For the clown, this week's bed was extraordinarily white and soft.

When the guards came slowly and gave her a strong electric shock warning, Mephisto had already sucked the clown and hung her up; her only sanity was returned at this time, and after weighing the pros and cons, she was escorted into the prison obediently. small black house.

Staring at the wall in the darkness, Mephisto couldn't help but smile lowly.

The clown's blood tastes better every time, as long as she can hang him up again as a sucker, she will dare to do it next time.

"The red ribbon and the clown are fighting again." That night, Bruce pulled out the videotape and showed it to Alfred.

"His injury is serious," the old housekeeper commented objectively, "he will lie on the bed for a long time this time."

"A dog bites a dog, a mouthful of hair."

Bruce stared at the clown who was curled up by being sucked, his tone was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

"Miss Sisley baked rose apple pie for you," Alfred brought the tray, "You should go with this glass of milk."

"Okay, okay," Bruce murmured, reluctantly accepting the warm mug, gulping it down, before turning to the delicately baked golden pastries.

"You didn't—?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Master Bruce." The old butler replied, "Miss Sisley is also quite talented in cooking."

"Ah Fu, you don't look very good, what else can you do?" Bruce picked up a piece and asked while eating.

"what."

He heard the old butler's faint voice, "Miss Sisley also wants to give Mephisto a plate of snacks like this."

Mephisto?which—

Bruce turned his gaze back to the surveillance video. The woman who could hang a clown up for a sucker couldn't help being silent.

It was this.

He thought dumbly.