i spent the summer in gotham

455.

I sat on the couch biting my nails.

Jason, one of the early risers, comforted me, "It's okay, once you close your eyes and open them, a beating will pass."

"Do you know what her weapon is?" My voice trembled, "Do you know what she did in the martial art competition?"

Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes, "She uses a hammer, she can smash people into the ground as carrots with one blow, do you want to see me as a carrot?"

Jason caressed my dog's head, "It's okay, we will remember to water you, maybe you can grow taller."

This consolation was completely useless. I saw through my brother's cool nature, so I ate two more bowls of Yangchun noodles that I made myself with tears in my eyes.

On the cold New Year's Day, only the noodle soup of Yangchun Noodles can give me some spiritual comfort.

456.

Meimei and Aqiang jumped two teleportation arrays and arrived at my door before lunch.

Everyone lay on the balcony on the second floor and watched me being chased by Meimei and her sledgehammer in the yard, jumping up and down, and running around with my head in my arms.

"This hammer looks very useful." Jason blew on the hot air on the soybean milk, "It must be very cool to use to hammer people's heads."

Xiaobai, who was forgotten by us in the manor, came to Huaxia with Meimei and Aqiang. Anyway, this time it is not a giant panda swimming across the Pacific Ocean with his bare hands.Xiaobai eagerly gave me a huge pressure, which almost made me spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Holding the soy milk, Tim shook his head, "This is what happens to Aquaman."

Dick's tone revealed gratitude and nostalgia, "Fortunately, Helena's lethality is not so strong. It is better to be hit by a knee on the belly than to be swung on the head by a sledgehammer."

People on the balcony cast contemptuous glances at Dick, and moved away from him without a trace.

Dick: "Hey everyone?"

457.

I was pinned to the ground by Xiaobai, and Meimei crouched next to me with a hammer in hand, stretched out her hand to me, and rubbed it.

With difficulty, I reached out under Xiaobai's belly, "Fifteen high-definition pictures for each person, and send them to China Zhenglian."

"What do I want Kong Kenan's photo for?" Meimei said with disgust, "[-] photos for each person. One for me, one for A Qiang."

Ah Qiang nodded reservedly.

"Okay." I gestured, "plus an autographed copy of the first and second volumes of Mrs. Guerrell Jeunet's "Desperate Love for the Vormir Planet."

"Is "Desperate Love Vormir Star" released?" Ah Qiang's eyes widened, "Impossible, I squat under my wife's Twitter every day, it is impossible that there is news about the release that I don't know about!"

I raised a confident smile, "Hmph, who am I, I have a private channel."

458.

"Brother, help me sign, I will steal Dick's card to treat you to dinner."

"No problem, I want to eat the most expensive one."

459.

After Meimei entered my villa, she put away that tough sledgehammer, leaving only a pretty and lovely soft girl.

As soon as she and Ah Qiang entered the door, it was another painful red envelope session for my mother.

After thinking about it, my mother took out two things in her baby storage bag.

Meimei is given a wooden hairpin, and it is said that an ancient power is sleeping in it.

Meimei stared at the hairpin for two seconds, then smiled kindly at my mother, "Auntie, can I ask for money?"

A Qiang was given a piece of mithril, and my mother asked him to take out a pair of boxing gloves.

Ah Qiang was holding Mithril, and his eyes slowly moved to the wooden hairpin that Meimei despised, "That sleeping power, is he handsome?"

my mother:? ?

Da Neng:? ? ?

Both the Mithril and the wooden hairpin belonged to Aqiang.

During Da Neng's return to sleep for an unknown number of years, it is very likely that Ah Qiang will never see Da Neng's face in his life.

So he decided to pass on the wooden hairpin as a family heirloom, so that there will always be a generation whose aesthetics can match Da Neng's face.

Me: "Does this have anything to do with the face, you face dog!"

460.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we were going to Shushan to pay New Year's greetings. The Kent family said goodbye to us and set off for home.

Meimei asked me suspiciously, "Are they leaving by plane? The flight on the first day of junior high school seems a bit expensive. I thought your family would send a plane to take them off." She gestured, "It's the one that is said to be necessary for rich people, private jets .”

"It doesn't matter," I said calmly, "their family also has a private jet."

The three Kryptonians can fly wherever they want, even on the moon for festivals.

Krypton flight, you deserve it.

461.

My mother issued a Shushan pass for the rest of the family, allowing them to visit the mountain.

Some confidential areas will not be open to tourists, they can only walk around the study area where the students are studying.

Despite this, Dick was still very excited, "Cultivation martial art, martial art competition, secret realm experience, and alchemy conference!"

"You can't see all of this." I destroyed Dick's fantasy, "It's a holiday now, even if some students come to pay New Year's greetings, it's impossible for them to voluntarily attend classes."

You really think highly of the enthusiasm of our immortal cultivators.

462.

The happiest person is Xiaobai.

Although Xiao Bai is a giant panda who can swim across the Pacific Ocean, in the eyes of the director of Shushan Veterinary Hospital, Xiao Bai will always be his cute and cute baby.

The little old man with a cane took out fresh bamboo shoots from the cloth pocket hanging on the cane, and while stroking Xiaobai's big head, he fed them lovingly, "I lost weight a year after going out."

Jason looked at Xiaobai's sturdy figure like a mailbox in surprise, "Seriously?"

Director Chunyan raised Xiaobai's arm and checked his nails, "The giant pandas have to be skinny when they go to the United States."

She sighed with relief, "It can be counted as coming back, look at it for our children."

Me: "So you two don't plan to care about me, do you?"

Director Chunyan rubbed Xiaobai's face, "Look at our Xiaobai, our eyes are all thin."

Jason's elbow poked my waist, and he gestured twice around his head, "Don't they think there are so many contradictions before and after?"

Tim whispered, "They are questioning Ah Fu's breeding level."

Indeed, Xiaobai was a pig before leaving China, and a big pig after returning to China.Ah Fu's pig raising level is worthy of full trust.

I shook my head and said to Jason, "Just take it as the gaze of grandma."

Anyway, grandma looks at the child, no matter how you look at it, he is thin.

463.

Except for the dean and director of the veterinary hospital who rushed over to pick up Xiaobai first.

My master didn't come, he was playing cards.

The person who came was the Great Elder of Shushan.The Great Elder has a longevity of 120 this year, everyone is a cub.

He smoothed his foot-long beard, looked at us with a smile, "I'm back," he handed the heavy red envelope to me, "Happy New Year."

The Great Elder glanced over, and saw a bunch of little cubs.There seemed to be endless red envelopes in his universe bag, from me to Damian to Kashan to my parents, even Ah Fu got red envelopes from the elder.

Ah Fu paused, and quietly put the red envelope into his arms.

I don't think I came here to pay New Year's greetings. I brought my whole family to Shushan to eat and drink.

But for some reason, how could my joy overshadow my shyness?

464.

In order of age, Guochang should also give red envelopes to all of us.

Feitian rich woman Shushu was lazy and gave us money in a perfunctory manner, but gave Ah Fu a serious gift.

She gave Ah Fu a set of gold kitchen utensils and a cookbook.

Me: God, God chef Xiao Fugui?

The recipe is a magical formula dug out by the Shushu treasure hunting team.The most knowledgeable milk tea hamster among the mice held his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and after a long time of careful study, he came to the conclusion, "This is the formula of Polygonum multiflorum porridge, which is used for hair growth."

There is no baldness in hamsters, and hamsters don't need to grow hair.So the Shushu treasure hunting team sold the magic formula to Guochang.

They also kindly remarked to Guochang, "If you want this formula to work, you need a chef who is only half bald and golden kitchen utensils."

Guochang explained, "This recipe was the most widely spread in the Qing Dynasty, because the cooks in the Qing Dynasty were basically half bald."

"Even so, it's normal for cooks to steal food. The cooks who tried it all changed from semi-bald to thick-haired people, so they also lost the ability to cook this dish."

I:……

Isn't that still the magic chef Xiao Fugui?

After Ah Fu got the golden kitchen utensils and the recipe, he also tried this dish, so we don't know if the Polygonum multiflorum porridge is effective or not.

If it works, Ah Fu can pass on his bald head combing skills to Jason and Damian from now on, otherwise he may have forgotten this ancestral skill by the time they start to lose their hair.

465.

Aqiang Meimei and I went to pay New Year's greetings to the elders. My mother and my father went to play mahjong under the pretext of visiting my master.

During this period, other people can move freely within the range allowed to visit in Shushan.

Dick and Tim asked me for a rough map of Mount Shu. The two had been looking forward to the observatory that I had been talking about going to every day for a long time. This time they finally had the opportunity to pay their respects, and they climbed up to the observatory together.

The observatory is not very friendly to people who cannot fly with a sword. It is built on the highest point of Shushan Mountain. The mountain road is rugged and steep. Those who cannot fly with a sword can only climb up with their hands and feet.

Dick and Tim cheated. They pulled out the Wayne family's ancestral hooklock gun and pulled themselves up to the observatory in two or three strokes.

It is daytime now, and the stars are not visible. Up from the observatory, there is an endless blue sky, and below is a sea of ​​rolling clouds. The breeze is blowing, and the leaves are rustling.There was a person who sat on the observatory and meditated earlier than them.

The elder brother is wearing a Shushan school uniform, his long hair is tied up in a very artistic style, his beard is pulled up, and his face is decadent.

If I were here, I would tell Dick and Tim that this is Mr. Shushan's famous psychic medium.

Mr. Psychic Medium has been deeply involved in the field of Shura recently, and he is very depressed. Perhaps the arrival of Dick and Tim can provide him with some help.

Psychic medium, another way of saying is shaman, who connects with gods and ghosts.

The psychic medium in Shushan is a bit special. His chat channel was wrong when he was growing up.

The psychic comes from a family of psychics, his grandparents are the great dancing gods in the village, his grandparents are the village witch doctors, his father learned divination, his mother went abroad to learn magic and tarot cards .

According to the tradition of their family, a psychic medium should open his eyes to see ghosts and gods at the age of nine, and be able to master the words of ghosts and ghosts at the age of 12.

The psychic opened his eyes very well, but unfortunately the problem was in communicating with the ghost.

He communicated with those mountain spirits and wild monsters like an Eskimo chatting with a Japanese. No one could understand the other, and in the end he could only communicate with sign language.

After the psychic media went to Mount Shu, they didn't like to communicate with others. This was a common problem in their family.The psychic has no way to chat with the ghost, and is even more autistic.

The Great Elder made a fortune for him and recommended that he go to the observatory to meditate and admire Yunshu Yunjuan when he has time.

Mr. Psychic Media's world chat group where the Internet is disconnected every day, one day when he was in a daze at the observatory, he connected to the wifi of the observatory.

The first person he chatted with was a very quiet big brother, Buddhist and laid-back, who slept 23 hours a day.

In the beginning, neither the elder brother nor the psychic paid any attention to the other, and the psychic could hear "hiccup" from time to time.

Three or four days later, the psychic started talking tremblingly, "Brother, brother, are you not digesting well?"

The elder brother snorted slowly, "Yeah."

The psychic was cautious, "You can go to the underworld to get some medicine, they are distributing it for free recently."

"You are very courageous," the old brother's voice was buzzing, "you dare to control me."

The psychic immediately froze, "Then brother, you should rest well, I, I won't bother you."

"Don't," the old man said cheerfully, "chachachacha, I haven't chatted with others for a long time."

The psychic was flustered, "Then, what's your name?"

The elder brother thought carefully, "It's not convenient to disclose this, it's a secret."

He said casually, "But you can call me 'strength'."

The psychic was taken aback, "Huh?"

The old man laughed loudly, "Because my body is a hydrogen bomb, hahahahahahaha."

466.

psychic:"……"

Psychic medium: Hydrogen bomb ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !