i spent the summer in gotham

51.

From today on, Bruce Wayne is my real dad!

52.

Well, not right.

He was my own father.

53.

It's nice to have money.

54.

Money cured my confusion and helplessness when I first arrived in a foreign country.I went back to the room, lay on the bed happily, and closed my eyes peacefully.

Wife, from today onwards, I will be the one who has money to support you!

Long live the richest man!

55.

In the middle of lying down, I suddenly opened my eyes and remembered that I hadn't finished my thesis yet.

So I got up from the three-meter bed again, and spread out the laptop in front of the desk with a serious expression.

"On the difference between the one-handed sword and the two-handed sword: avoiding the green and becoming the red, fighting the false through reality".

Damn, how do you ask a swordsman to use words to explain how she uses the sword, the peak master, I will go up the mountain to dance for you, okay?

56.

I really tried my best to pick out the words, and compiled the word count of the essay word by word.If it wasn't for the fear of double-checking, I could throw in all the sword formulas I had memorized to make up the word count.

So why does the world of cultivating immortals also engage in plagiarism checks?

If it weren't for the secrecy rules of the monks, X Tianlin would have different papers every night, and the monks with a high plagiarism rate would take him to the sky to fly the sword to the extreme corner.

The monks will fight for the place to take him to heaven.

Really.

57.

Here I want to make a name for our monk community, not all sword cultivators will engage in such fancy papers.

Compared with normal monks, talisman cultivators, medical cultivators, and instrument cultivators are actually in the minority, and even rarer schools include beast exorcists, demon cultivators, physical cultivators, and so on.

There are two types of sword cultivators, one is a general term except for a few cultivators, because most normal cultivators use swords, and even cultivators of a few sects have a flying sword driver's license.

The sword is the best means of transportation concluded by generation after generation of sword-flying predecessors in the cultivation world. After all, there is really no place for monks who want to fly with guns and daggers.

In fact, although this kind of sword cultivator is officially called a sword cultivator, we generally call them miscellaneous cultivators, ah, not the miscellaneous cultivators of Jin Glittering.

Because there are many monks whose main weapons are other weapons. For example, Meimei, a soft girl who is a head shorter than me, is 155 in height. The most convenient thing to swing is a sledgehammer. .

This kind of sword cultivator does not need to write a thesis on sword practice. Of course, if their peak master investigates strictly, it may not be possible to write a thesis on hammer practice.

The second category is serious swordsmen, like me.The main weapon of our kind of sword cultivator is the sword. He is obviously a contemporary college student cultivating immortals, but he lives like a student in a sports school.

The biggest difference between us and the first type of sword repair is that we need Tianlei to temper the body and open the sword bones.Generally speaking, the senior Tai Chi sword delegation that each school jokingly refers to is us, the poor are also us, the monk lightning rod is also us, and the simple-minded and well-developed limbs are still us.

The body repairer next door who walks the quenching body flow still has money, we don't even have money, it's so miserable.

58.

I insisted on a thousand words, and the lamp was exhausted, and there was not a single drop left.

It is three o'clock in the morning, and there is a time difference of nearly half a day between Huaxia and the United States.I fell on the bed unable to close my eyes.

The United States is rich in superheroes. If a city here does not have its own signature hero, it would be a shame to say it.

Huaxia actually doesn't think much of Chaoying. We believe in the power of the masses more than individualism.The Ministry of Self-improvement and the Justice League of China couldn't understand each other, and the monks simply hid on the mountain, not wanting to get involved in this mess.

To be honest, China's Justice League really has no cards. Although the Chinese Super League is very capable, everyone's code name is compared to the Justice League of the United States.Our Chinese Batman even has Robin the Robot.

The Chinese Zhenglian card recognized by the world of cultivating immortals is the Chinese Wonder Woman Peng Dailan. The fact that she is the green snake in Legend of the White Snake is basically an open secret in the world of cultivating immortals.As a rare fairy among superheroes, she has more Chinese Taoism culture in her body than Chinese superman.

I have no opinion on the China Justice League. People who are willing to protect others are worthy of admiration.And Peng Dailan is so pretty, it's not too much to be my 25th spiritual wife, right?

I feel the same way about Justice League of America.

Besides Batman, how dare he say that our Chinese Batman is fat?

Although that is the truth, it cannot be tolerated.

Fat is fat, our Batman is cute, can you be so cute?ah? !

59.

I stared in a daze for several hours, and when the time came, the evil biological clock reminded me to get up and meditate.

In fact, the aura of the present world is gradually fading, and whether it is a monk or a ghost, it is much more difficult to practice Taoism than before.Fairies like Xiaoqing Peng Dailan can be regarded as great monsters in the world.

Some old-school monks still follow the old methods when teaching students, cultivating the body without food and cultivating the mind with few desires.

Herein lies the problem.Today's society is a society with mobile phones, computers, PSPs, milk tea, cakes, hot pot, pizza, and scripts killing KTV.

When Meimei and Aqiang and I sneaked down the mountain to eat hot pot, the table next to us was sitting with the master and the masters of each peak.The two groups of people looked at each other, speechless.In the end, everyone turned their backs, as if they hadn't seen it, and finished the meal as quietly as a chicken.

It is difficult to practice all the way.

60.

I leave the bedroom hours after I wake up.

I thought it was late enough when I went downstairs, but no one else was up except me and Alfred.

Including my dad and Timothy who said he would take me to the bank for authentication last night.

Ah, no, I also missed someone.

I stood at the window and watched my own brother Damian take a knife that didn't look like a model, and cut down the poor pruned shrubs in the garden.

He strikes sharply, withdraws swiftly, and moves vigorously between ups and downs.

My fingers landed on the window sill and tapped lightly.

61.

Is this helping Alfred build bushes?

62.

Then his aesthetic is really bad enough.

63.

Ah, why didn't he step on that foot just now and fall off?

it's a pity.

64.

I almost thought I was on a zombie set when Timothy came downstairs.

The pale boy staggered down the stairs, did his eyes really open?

I watched in awe as Timothy closed his eyes, using some organ to guide him to the kitchen.

He completed the entire process of using the coffee machine while sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The young Yingcai took a low sip while holding the coffee cup, but his eyes still did not open.

I vaguely heard him confiding love words over the coffee in his hand.

Although, although.Timothy is no longer on my list of wives.

But seeing my ex-wife sweetly call "baby" to a cup of coffee with my own eyes, this way of collapse is really heart-wrenching.

65.

You can just say "Baby" to Richard.

People can't, at least shouldn't...

At least the "baby" has to be a humanoid creature, right?

66.

After a cup of coffee, Timothy regained his sanity.

He turned back into the well-dressed little president again, as if coffee was some kind of buff, superimposing it on him, you can get a shiny Timothy.

"It's getting late, I'll take you to the bank by car now, and we can catch up with Ah Fu's lunch when we come back." He said gently, "Trust me, you won't want to miss Ah Fu's meal."

I wasn't very curious about Alfred's meals.

I'm curious what would happen if I replaced Timothy's coffee with milk in the morning?

Does he automatically adjust to different modes?

How about a Coke?

67.

My dad was still upstairs sleeping when we left.

I figured it out, he didn't sleep until that time yesterday because he wanted to avoid me deliberately because of embarrassment.

He really slept until that time.

Wow, did my mom fall in love with him because he was a cute, handsome and beautiful little lazy pig?

68.

I took Timothy's car all the way to downtown Gotham.

Seeing the completely different architectural styles, I once again clearly realized that I was in a foreign country.

Timothy took me into the bank, and immediately a service staff came up to serve us.Without any trivial steps, we didn't even have to wait in line, just jumped into the link of signing and entering fingerprints.

I took a deep breath, solemnly took out the toilet paper, and wiped every finger on my right hand.

Timothy laughed dumbfounded, "It doesn't need to be so detailed, the accuracy of this machine's input is very high."

"No," I said seriously, "hands that are not clean enough are not worth five million."

Fly rubbing hands.jpg

69.

Timothy: "..."

70.

The Wayne family is indeed a family that is so rich that it is somewhat famous in China.

The seemingly cumbersome procedures were completed in only half an hour.

During the whole process, I just sat in the reception room, holding a cup of tea and watching Timothy talking and laughing with the vice president of the bank. A staff member would consciously come over with a tablet computer and guide me through the procedures.

Sigh again, is this the world of the rich?

hiss--

The joy lasted until the formalities were completed, and Timothy shook hands with the vice president to say goodbye.My heel just hit the floor in the bank lobby.

There is an old saying in the forum, the folk customs are simple and honest in Gotham City.

The bank we were in was robbed, and Timothy and I came face-to-face with the robbers, brandishing guns.

71.

Timothy: "..."

72.

I:"……"

73.

The robbers asked everyone in the bank to squat against the wall, and Timothy and I squatted by the wall.

Although I am not a sword cultivator who can split mountains and seas with a single sword, I still have no problem beating bank robbers.

If I can't even handle this group of ordinary people, I'm really blind. I have been beaten like a dog by my seniors in the martial arts joint competition for so many years.

The problem now is, I have to figure out a way to get Timothy away.

74.

The robber leader is very kind, he came to give me a chance.

He turned around the arena a few times, and when he caught sight of Timothy, he walked over slowly and said to Timothy, "You, lift your face up!"

Although it is out of date, I still want to complain.

Brother, this sentence is really like the ancient male protagonist's declaration that the domineering prince would say when he fell in love with a rebellious and pretty maid and asked the maid to look up at him.

It's over, thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel that the air is full of inexplicable pink bubbles.

Am I sick?

75.

Just when I was thinking about whether to impersonate Timothy as the heroine, let the robber leader take me as a hostage, and wait until a secluded place to give him a sap.

Clap.

The glass ceiling of the bank was broken, several small black balls were thrown in, and smoke was everywhere.

In layers of gray fog, relying on my good eyesight, which I have passed the flying sword driver's license test three times, I saw a man with red dates jumping from the hole in the zenith.

He stepped on the robber's leader as a pad, and hit another robber's waist with his knee.

Wow, nice boobs!

No, it's so fierce!