i spent the summer in gotham

732.

By the time we got back to Wayne Manor, my dad tried everything in the Batcave, and Warren still didn't spit out the clown.

The little orange cat squatted innocently on the operating table, meowing at my father coquettishly.

What bad thoughts can a kitten have? The kitten just wants to eat.

The Joker may have been vomited in S.H.I.E.L.D., and is now telling the story of the past with Red Skull on Vormir.

Next time, I might as well find a chance to send the black mask there, otherwise "Break Love Vormir Star" will not have a male lead, and it will not be able to make up a bloody love triangle.

My father has been tossing all night, but he still doesn't give up.He persuaded Ah Fu to leave, and went to the kitchen to bring a plate under our surprised eyes.

He sat solemnly in front of Warren, lifted the lid of the plate, and saw that the mud-faced relative's cake was lying limply on the plate, with weird bubbles that were not good at first sight.

Every time Ah Fu makes a waffle, there will be one less mud face in the world.

Respect Mudface and stay away from Alfred's waffles.

My father pushed the plate in front of the little orange cat, "Eat it, or spit it out, you choose."

What a beastly act!

The majestic Batman has no sympathy for a small orange cat the size of a palm!

This is the distortion of human nature and the loss of morality. Even the weak kitty stared round and bounced up from the operating table in horror, "Meow meow?"

The kitten who was grabbed by the nape of the neck by his father was so heartbroken that he tried to ask Damian for help.

Damian couldn't bear it, "If you eat dirty things, you will have a bad stomach." He said to the little cat in the tone of an old father persuading a three-year-old child to get a spanking needle, "Just bear it and it will pass."

Warren was carried by my dad's ruthless iron hands, and the panic on the cat's face became more and more obvious as he got closer to Alfred's loving waffles.

Finally, before my dad came down to feed him waffles, Maomao opened its tentacled mouth and vomited.

Something like a hill pile fell down with a clatter, gurgling and rolling to our feet.

"Why is Ah Fu's fishing rod here?"

"Ah, my cereal! Why did you eat the box?"

"Whose military stab is this, is it Jason's?"

"My tie, I looked for it for a long time before going to work that day!"

I squatted on the ground and scratched around, found my long-lost rubber bands, and counted at least five of them trapped in the cat's stomach.

Jason poked a puddle on the ground with Ah Fu's fishing rod, "Who owns this pile of socks with only one?"

We couldn't help ourselves, and cast our eyes on Dick's feet.

Dick was ashamed and embarrassed, "Everyone is watching me, I'm very picky, these are not my socks!"

I pointed at his ankle and said mercilessly, "Your socks are the same today."

Dick pointed at Tim. "Tim has the same sock."

Jason shrugged, "I'm not, don't drag me into the water."

Damian was expressionless, "Kids in kindergarten will never wear the wrong socks."

Dick, look at yourself, Tim, look at yourself.

Some people look bright and beautiful on the surface, but in fact the socks hidden in the leather shoes still have a mushroom pattern and a Mario pattern.

Gee tut.

733.

Warren threw up a whole lot of mess.

We found quite a few items that had been missing for days.

The Yuan Devourer is really not picky about food.One day Jason will be completely blackened, maybe he will hold him and swallow the entire Arkham Asylum.After all, if the Yuan Devouring Beast wants to be full, at least it needs a space battleship to start.

Even Alfred's waffles can only make so many things. Maybe the clown is driving a space battleship in Warren's stomach to bombard the Chirita star with a light cannon, or filming red and green romance on Vormir.

My dad and Muscle Duck stayed in the Batcave to test the greedy kitty.

I hope they will remember to send us a copy of the video in case they get a shot of the intense scene of the clown flying a spaceship and fighting the Star Wars with the Chirita Stars.

We returned home after many days, cheered and ran upstairs.

We forgot one thing.

"Wait a minute," Damian said behind us.

He took down the samurai sword hanging on the wall, pushed the blade away with his thumb and closed it again, "Did you guys hide more than one thing from me?"

He also had a faint baby fat face, and his expression was quite Ao Gu, "My pet duck," he pulled out the knife, snapping the blade with his fingers, "Why did it become the future Drake."

Our joyful pace has stagnated, and cold sweat is lying on the backs of all of us equally.

"Ah, ah, ah," I glanced left and right with a guilty conscience, "How can you say that the duck thing is a lie?"

"Oh——" Damian was expressionless, "Damian the cat is with him, right?"

Dick laughed dryly, "Isn't this afraid of embarrassing you? After all, not everyone can brush their own hair every day, even send themselves to cat cafes to work, and post their own emoticons in the group..." His voice was in Damian's voice. Under the watchful eyes of death, it becomes smaller and smaller, until finally it looks like a mosquito buzzing.

It was rare for Damian not to sneer. Compared to his terrifying face, his voice was kind, "You can choose a way to die, three seconds, choose."

"Three——" He didn't even think of "two", and directly raised his knife and slashed at us!

Young people have no martial arts!

We jumped up and down in the Wayne Manor in the middle of the night, jumped up and down, ran around, and swayed the sweat of youth under the street lights in the garden.

Damian was in hot pursuit of us, often poking his eyes out from the ceiling when we thought it was safe.

Depend on!Are you a cockroach?

We screamed indistinctly, and the screams echoed in the huge manor.

Damian Maomao licked his paw and snorted coldly, "Meow."

734.

When I woke up the next morning, I hardly slept well.

Although immortal cultivators don't need to sleep, it doesn't prevent me from dreaming that I was chased by a group of cockroaches to the ends of the earth, and finally jumped off the observatory with a collapse in my arms.

Damian is not a bat-type assassin, bats are not suitable for him, he is a cockroach-type assassin, who can randomly appear from any corner of the ceiling.

Guochang squatted on the dining table early in the morning, enjoying Ah Fu's loving breakfast.She and Warren reached some kind of strange deal. Every time she came over, she would offer a lot of strange-shaped dried fish to the Devouring Beast, and many of the fish in it were special offerings from the world of cultivating immortals.Once again she relied on her own money to get rid of Mao Mao's pursuit.

I yawned and sat across from her, "What kind of island did you buy?"

I didn't expect this island to send us straight to a Marvel vacation.

Guochang's mouse paw was holding a cherry tomato, and she said embarrassedly, "I saw that there is spiritual energy on that island, and I thought it was some kind of blessed land."

She sighed, "Bai sent the expedition team over."

As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell of the manor was rang, and no one would come over at this time.Because people who are not familiar with my father have no chance to come to the manor, and those who are familiar with my father know that he has not woken up at this time.

I turned on the monitor at the door suspiciously.

I see on the monitor screen...a brick?

The strange-colored brick shook twice, and found that I didn't open the door, and a small fur ball crawled out from under the brick.

The little fur ball nimbly ran to the doorbell, and with a slap of its little paw, the doorbell rang again.

I:? ? ?

I opened the door with question marks all over my head, and the brick that was no higher than my ankle began to move towards the door at a constant speed.

A thin voice said, "Good morning, ma'am!"

Another waxy voice said, "Excuse me, thank you for opening the door for us."

A voice complained, "It's too slow, too slow, my hands are going to be sore."

Another voice scolded the one who complained, "Don't ask so much, you should exercise more, your stomach will be dragged to the ground!"

The brick moved towards the dining table where Guochang was, and stopped in front of the dining table.

With a neat "hey", the brick was lifted and rolled on the ground, revealing a group of little fur balls underneath.

A large group of hamsters of different fur colors huddled and squatted together, brushing off the dust left by moving bricks on their hands.

One of the gray and white hamsters said to me very politely, "Hello, ma'am, can I have a towel to wipe my hands?"

me?"

At this moment, Ah Fu showed his unparalleled housekeeping skills. He put a large wet towel on the tray and handed it to the hamsters squatting on the ground.The dumplings swarmed up, wiping the dust off their hands and feet on wet towels.

Ah Fu brought them baked cookies again, and the hamsters happily gnawed on the cookies, praising Ah Fu's craftsmanship.

"..." I held Guochang by the back of the neck, "Be honest, what's going on?"

Guochang's little purple wings fluttered out again, and he covered his face in self-deception, "It's the treasure-hunting expedition team I hired. I forgot to contact them this morning. I didn't expect them to come directly to my door."

I looked at a group of little hamsters that were not as big as my two palms together, and then at Guochang, who was heavy in his hands and didn't waste any food, "Treasure hunting expedition team?"

735.

The Shushu Expedition Team is a well-known treasure hunting team in a specific field. The members of the treasure hunting team are a group of hamsters who became mature after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

In other words, this is a group of little monsters.

Everyone says that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a spirit. In fact, the essence is the lack of aura in modern society. Let alone demons, it is difficult for us immortals to refine a little aura.

The Shushu Expedition Team used to be a litter of hamsters waiting to be sold at the entrance of the primary school. All the hamsters were crowded into one cage, and the unit price was 20 yuan each.

The opportunity for them to become refined was a group of elementary school students who didn't want to buy anything came together in front of the hamster cage to feed them, and one of them seemed to be from a cultivating family.The great benefactor of the rats mistook the Zhujidan in his hand for Melisu and threw it into the hamster cage.

The rats swarmed up and ate Zhuji Dan, and their spiritual wisdom was opened.

The first hurdle for the poor little monsters to face a new life is to pay money after the founding of the country.

One Shushu is a lot of money. They have more than 20 Shushus in total, and they can be sold for an astronomical figure of [-] times.

Rats: ...

Stealing is not allowed, and robbery can't rob others. You can only pick up garbage everywhere to make a living.

Since then, in order to earn back their ransom fees, the black households in the cultivation world have picked up at least three plastic bottles from garbage dumps and sold a quarter of the ransom fees.

Rats: It's so hard to make money.

The opportunity for them to start treasure hunting is that the current leader of the Shushu expedition team, when looking for plastic bottles in the garbage dump, because of his instinct to make a hole in the corner of the wall, accidentally pierced through a certain wall and fell into an underground secret room.

A month later, the Shushu received a bonus for discovering the ancient tomb.The reward for discovering an ancient tomb can buy a half mouse, and the mice have embarked on the road of treasure hunting and exploration since then.

Up to now, all Shushu have paid their fines, and it is purely a hobby that the expedition team is still operating.

What a tough and moving family history, Rats.