The little black dragon in the bat nest

How to turn Long Yan into something warm and harmless is actually very simple.This was Nid Hogg's idea when he first tried.

'After all, it's my own flame, isn't it my toy? '

He opened his mouth and spit out a small jumping flame. Ned Hogg stretched out his short claws to catch the flame carefully, then visited his own digital core, modified and added an attribute to his dragon flame.

Dragon Flame - can be touched, and can be freely floated and manipulated under the control of its main idea.

After the modification, Ned Hogg squeezed the little flame with satisfaction, then kneaded it into a small ball, and prepared to go to Little Bruce with great arrogance.

After all, she had to sleep with that timid human cub tonight, and she couldn't be late.Punctuality is a royal knight... the basic rule of a dragon.

With his short legs, Nid Hogg stopped suddenly before he could walk far.

Looking down at the flames held by his paws, Ned Hogg was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards his own bed, then tentatively placed the flames on the soft bed.

"puff--"

A small explosion sounded, and Long Yan instantly set the cloth on fire.

Nid Hogg: ? ? !

This unscientific!I obviously modified the data for it, so now I should be /manipulating/controlling it freely, right? !

"Ow!"

When the unpleasant smell of burning came, Ned Hogg didn't care about that much at once, he subconsciously let out a cry, and then rushed forward to claw his tail and extinguish the flame as quickly as possible.

There was a knock on the door, followed by Alfred's voice outside the door.

"Did something happen?"

"No...no! Nothing!"

Subconsciously spreading himself out to cover up the burning place as much as possible, Ned Hogg calmed down after the initial panic, and patched up covertly: "Cough, there is nothing in this world that can embarrass a dragon!"

"I'm just packing up and going to find little Bruce later."

Seemingly being persuaded by Ned Hogg, Alfred didn't continue to ask, but just replied "OK" and left.

Ned Hogg, who pricked up his ears to hear the footsteps gradually moving away, heaved a sigh of relief, then stood up, staring at the bed sheet under him in thought.

'Then what, how should she explain this bed sheet tomorrow? '

In the middle of the originally white and soft sheets, a huge hole with scorched black and hard edges and an unpleasant smell was clearly visible.

Nid Hogg, who felt his face being slapped: This really makes the dragon's head bald with scales...

Ned Hogg, who couldn't come up with a reasonable reason in the end, decided to skip this question for the time being. There will always be a solution at that time.After all, there are always more solutions than problems, right?

In the evening, the sun dipped below the horizon.

"Knock-"

There was a light knock on the door, and Nid Hogg, who was standing at the door, didn't wait long before seeing the door opened.

"Cough, I know you've been waiting, so..." I came very early, aren't you moved?But it should be touched, after all, Long has never spoiled others so much before.

Before he could finish speaking, Nid Hogg felt himself being pulled over abruptly, and then fell into an embrace.

"Hei Zi!"

Undisguisedly showing joy, little Bruce hugged his black dragon and lifted it up and placed it on top of his head, letting her hug him, and then closed the door.

Trotted onto the bed, little Bruce held Ned Hogg in his arms: "Hei Zi, do you want to read a storybook?"

The whole dragon was stuffed into the opponent's arms, and Ned Hogg poked his head out with some difficulty, and then lightly pushed Bruce's chin with the dragon's horn in dissatisfaction, signaling him to relax his arms.

It wasn't until the other party finally realized that his actions might kill the dragon that Ned Hogg felt alive.

Looking down at the picture book in Bruce Jr.'s hand, the first thing Ned Hogg saw was the torn paper cuts on the story page.

"A page has been torn out of your book."

Pointing with his short paw, Ned Hogg reminded: "I remember this book, you like it very much?" She liked it so much that she read it every day. Was it also the book she saw him holding in his arms when she was basking in the sun a few times?

"Yes."

He nodded and admitted this, but Bruce Jr. did not show any unhappiness about the fact that a page in his book was torn out. Listen carefully?"

Mingrui noticed that little Bruce was a little nervous, and Ned Hogg swallowed "Who tore it up? Can I buy a new one?", and obediently adjusted his angle to accompany the little boy.

Little Bruce, who was quietly observing Ned Hogg's movements, was also relieved to see this.

Because the missing page in the book was torn out by himself.To be precise, he tore out some of the most beautiful illustrations in this book.

Because in those pictures, it was the brave who killed the evil black dragon.

Turning a page, little Bruce read carefully according to the font, without blinking his blue eyes - this book was his favorite and the first birthday gift he got before that.

It will be his favorite book in the future, because...

"Later, the warrior overcame the obstacles of the evil king, and together with his black dragon pierced and thwarted the king's plot to rule the world by drinking the dragon's blood."

Little Bruce's soft and brisk voice sounded, causing Ned Hogg, who had already sensed that the story was going wrong, to widen his eyes in shock.

"...At last, the warrior and his dragon lived happily together."

After finishing speaking, little Bruce closed his book contentedly, lowered his head, looked at his dragon and asked expectantly: "Hei Zi, what do you think of this story?"

Nid Hogg, who was in a complicated mood and full of thoughts of "I read a fake story before": ...

"Very...very good, no poking, no needle poking."

The stunned dragon didn't know what to say, but when she was stared at by those clear blue eyes full of expectation, she nodded subconsciously.

Hearing Nid Hogg's words, Little Bruce laughed and hugged her: "That's great!"

The stories he wrote himself were liked by his own dragons.

Bruce likes his own book very much, he likes the adventure story of the brave man very much, and he could not help but exclaim in a low voice because of the thrilling plot. However, after he had his own dragon, he began to reject this story.

Especially after he felt the awkward concern of the black dragon, the thought of 'the black dragon is not like this' couldn't be shaken off.

Looking at the book in his hand, Bruce modified its ending in a strange way.

After calming down, Bruce didn't have any regrets. He just wrote his own story as much as possible after serious thinking—a story that belonged exclusively to him and his black dragon.

With the illustrations removed that shouldn't be between him and his dragons, Bruce made his favorite stories and books his own.

And now, this story has been approved by the dragon in question.

Bending his eyes with a smile, little Bruce hugged his own dragon: he is the warrior, the one who will break through all obstacles and stand with his own dragon.

Now Bruce is so convinced that his story will become a reality, he will really become the warrior in the story.

The drama and cruelty of the present world far surpassed his imagination.

Bruce would be a knight, a dark knight who haunts the nights of Gotham.At a price no one is willing to use, this knight was shaped in the cruelest way.

The door was pushed open, and Thomas Wayne, who rarely ended the meeting and work early, looked at his butler and asked, "Where's Bruce? Why didn't you see him?"

"Master is sleeping."

After getting the butler's answer, Thomas Wayne didn't say much, just nodded to show that he understood, and then walked upstairs.

"Why did you come back so early today?"

Martha is well aware of how busy her husband is on weekdays. In addition to Wayne Enterprises, some charity events, balls and banquets are also indispensable for him to appear.

"I wanted to surprise you."

The old man of the Wayne family blinked his eyes, and a hint of liveliness appeared on his usually mature and stable face: "Look, what did I buy without telling my assistant?"

Thomas Wayne stretched out his hand that had been behind his back, holding three movie tickets at his fingertips.

"The newly released movie recently, I heard that it is very good, and many people have watched it."

Thomas Wayne, who has been working overtime and managed to squeeze out time to spend time with his wife and children, is obviously looking forward to the upcoming parent-child event, and his tone is full of hope: "The two of us brought Bruce, just the three of us Personally, how about going to a movie quietly like the most ordinary people?"

"That sounds like a really good idea."

Unexpectedly, her husband gave herself this surprise by surprise. Martha looked at the movie ticket in Thomas's hand in surprise, and then smiled and agreed: "It just so happens that we haven't watched a movie together for a long time... Bruce also said last time over this."

"That brat..."

He muttered complaints such as "Now he's only focusing on holding Hei Zai, how could he remember this?", but the smile on Thomas' face revealed his true inner thoughts.

Walking over and hugging his wife gently, Thomas lowered his head and kissed Martha's forehead: "Let's go together tomorrow night."

"Actually, I originally planned to take Hei Zai with us, but it's a pity that Hei Zai has grown up now, it's too obvious that he can't go with us... Tomorrow there will only be Alfred and Hei Zai at home. "

"But that's okay."

"Tomorrow night will definitely be a good night. That movie will also leave a good memory in our memory."

The master and mistress of the Wayne family are so convinced.

The author has something to say: Hei Zi: Your storybook?

Little Bruce: Well, it's a storybook that belongs to you and me.

The Dark Knight is coming soon

This chapter... probably all death flags (cough)