[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Firelight, tree vines, and cold moonlight.

The plants surging up like dragons began to cover the night sky. Perhaps because of the blessing of some unknown power, they no longer feared the flames, but actively sank down, turned their bodies, wrapped the ground, and forcibly suppressed the flames.

If you get closer, you can see the abnormal color.

Lucilia raised her head and looked at the queen on the green throne.

The queen is indifferent.

No matter how the people below wailed and screamed, the pain could not be heard by the Poison Ivy Girl. What she cared about was only the plants by her side.

She is closely connected to them.

The throne is still going.

Those vines staggered and squirmed, surrounded the queen, and patrolled the city.

Neither Lucilia nor the flames could catch the Queen's eyes.

"The Phantom of Gotham." Jason came behind Lucilia.

Lucilia was lamenting how high this thing is, and when he said something, he remembered a lot of Gotham anecdotes.

"I thought it was about Batman."

"Tsk." Jason was amused.Batman?Isn't that supposed to be a ghost?

"The combination of Poison Ivy, Catwoman, and Harley Quinn, the Phantom of Gotham." Humans were not sure about the defense system of this gargoyle, so they reminded: "Are you afraid of neurotoxins? Poison Ivy's breath and kiss are both Contains toxins, it will make people under her control, be careful not to get too close to her."

"No way?" Lucilia was not sure, "The object of her control should be a creature first?"

Gargoyle, that's a rock.

Jason was silent.

How did he know this, maybe even Poison Ivy herself didn't know the answer.

The two chatted happily, and the vines passing by occasionally turned their heads back, and after two or three times, they finally noticed them.

The throne fell backwards.

Compared with Lucilia, who had just started to emerge, Red Hood was more famous and shinier, and it was natural that the Poison Ivy girl was the first to stare at Jason.

You must know that the red hood represents not only himself, but also those dark shadows under the Gotham night.

The Red Hood hated it, but there was nothing he could do about it. The robin birds seemed to be cursed, never to escape someone's shadow.

No.

Not just them.

Nobody in Gotham can escape Batman.

Even the villains, the ones screaming to tear Batman apart, aren't they just succubi insane, chasing that shadow and screaming?

"Red Hood? Even you have become Gotham's watchdog."

The Poison Ivy girl used an affirmative sentence, her tone of arrogance cannot be ignored, and there was a taste of superciliousness.

Jason didn't bother to talk nonsense to her.

"For Poison Ivy, except for plants, the whole world is a level of fertilizer. I don't know whether to distinguish between better fertilizers or ordinary fertilizers." Tim explained in the insider, this time he used It was the common line that everyone could hear, and the only one Lucilia's headset was on.

Lucilia: "At least she thinks Red Hood is a dog, not manure."

"Well, about that," Tim reminded, choking with delight, "Anything organic can be fertilized when it dies."

The gargoyle students who haven't learned here don't understand "organic matter", and don't quite understand the relationship between death and fertilizer.

"His death is not today." That's all she knew.

But Poison Ivy doesn't think so.

Not unlike any previous raid, she's focused on clearing the way so her beloved plants can claim lordship over Earth and grow as they please.

The vines sink into the concrete wall, and the roots are buried in the lower layer of the asphalt road. Toughness and tenacity are the original characteristics of plants. As long as there is a gap, they will grow infinitely, and soon the entire street will be raised and lifted.

Jason sent out a rope gun to nail one of the tall vines, and grabbed Lucilia with the other hand.

"Can't you fly?" Jason asked.

Lucilia turned her head and gestured to her bald shoulders: "I don't think so."

The vine worked diligently and pulled them high into the sky within two sentences. Jason retracted the rope gun, and the two fell to the roof of a surviving 5-story building next to it.

The inside line is Red Robin's report: "There are still 10 minutes left for the herbicide."

Jason tore a leaf casually, looked at the jagged teeth on it, and the mucus that obviously belonged to a special carnivorous plant, it was stained with his glove, and it pulled out silk, which disgusted Jason, so he wiped it on the cement next to him. the wall.

"Are you sure this thing eats herbicides?"

"It's the plants. Unless they've gone through a complete metamorphosis." Red Robin thought that was unlikely.

Poison Ivy is more loyal to plants than anything else, how could she be willing to let her precious plants metamorphose into other things, especially animals or humans, it is absolutely impossible.

"Gotham's villains have none of the virtues, but 'good guesses' remain the same."

Lucilia was still a little confused about this.

"sounds good?"

"It's really good." Jason turned his head to avoid a vine that almost hit his face, and asked, "Can you concentrate? I brought you here to fight, not to talk on the phone with Xiaohong of."

"Like?"

Lucilia hesitated, and reached out to grab a vine that was drawn.

The thing was pinched in her hand, twisting wildly, trying to pull herself out.

Goo goo goo goo.

Shake and twist wildly.

It looked like a fish with its tail pinched.

"..." Jason.

Look at the wall behind him that was smashed by the vine because he couldn't dodge, and look at the even silly vine in Lucilia's hand.

Can't believe they are from the same mother plant.

"What happened?" The abnormal sound aroused Red Robin's curiosity.

Surrounding monitors were murdered by vines one by one because of the destruction of the poisonous vine girl. The little red bird was on the way here, and the detailed information here was temporarily unavailable.

Jason tried to describe this: "She was pinching Poison Ivy's baby, like an earthworm."

Tim tried to imagine, Tim couldn't imagine, Tim gave up trying.

"What the hell is that?"

"How do I know." Jason took a deep breath, "Now she's ready to start fighting back, want me to video you? Baby Red Bird."

"record."

For Tim, not obtaining information is tantamount to reckless waste.

So Jason turned on the high-definition recording function of the hood.

Lucilia stared at the plant, watching it open its top to reveal its mouthparts with fine teeth, aggressively.

This is a provocation?

Lucilia guessed and decided to accept this provocation.

But, she doesn't seem to know how to fight?

"Will I fight?" she asked Qiuqiu.

Lying quietly on her shoulder all the time, Qiuqiu, who was pretending to be a plush ornament, shook her wings and stretched herself a little.

"You can, and you're good at it. It's in your nature to fight, Lucilia."

"Then I'll try it."

There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

That's just fighting.

Besides, she could also feel her body's favor for blood and fire.

Lucilia decided to follow the instinctive call, and an invisible pressure overflowed from the gargoyle, fell, spread on the surface of the ground, and then rose with the airflow from nowhere, spreading on the top of the building.

Jason could feel that.

The blade of the great caste in the soul reacted to this and was about to move.

"demon."

This can be regarded as setting the species classification for Lucilia.

"Devil." Little Red Bird repeated, recording information while flying the plane with one hand.

Lucilia's breath became stronger and stronger.

The low pressure on the eve of the awakening shrouded this area in Lucilia's shadow.

There should be something else.

What special existence.

Lucilia could feel the madness swimming in the blood vessels and bone marrow, clamoring for her to rush to the sky, summoning dark clouds and disasters, tearing everything apart with the power of thunder.

Other things around, people, houses, plants, are no longer important.

Apart from pursuing the source, everything became unimportant, and Lucilia lost her ability to sense her surroundings.

A dense sense of ants crawling in her heart, she only knew that there was a powerful force buried in her soul, and she could already feel the scorching heat that could burn the earth in her breath, but she couldn't draw out that energy, couldn't use it.

"What's that?" Lucilia asked in a low voice that no one could hear.

Qiuqiu responded: "It's something you don't want."

I don't want it?

why?

Lucilia couldn't remember.

Ok.

Since I didn't want it before amnesia, there must be some special reason.

Lucilia suppressed the frantic fighting spirit in her heart and tried to calm herself down.The surrounding feelings returned, and only then did Lucilia notice the fear everywhere.

There are humans, and there are other creatures.

Those plants connected to Poison Ivy also feel palpitations of her presence.

That is life's reverence for death.

Don't be afraid, I'm not a vegetarian and I don't eat much vegetables.

Lucilia wanted to say something, but felt it was meaningless, why did she speak to a bunch of plants?Although, after the turmoil just now, she seemed to be able to understand the feelings of some Poison Ivy girls.

"Very vulnerable."

Lucilia said to herself, the unlucky vine was still in her hand, and under the continuous exertion of force, it had no movement, like a snake that had been crushed to death, limply drooping aside.

"You don't like humans, do you? You think they're destroying nature, they're hurting plants. Then again, I don't like you, because you're hurting humans, you're ruining Gotham."

There is no contradiction, no hostility.

Simply because of different positions.

Then there is no need to destroy it, just solve the problem.

Lucilia felt that she had figured everything out and said it directly.

"Then how do you solve all this?" Human voice, Jason, the voice of Red Hood.

Lucilia turned around and realized that she had made a lot of noise.

The surrounding area was dark, Red Hood and the roof she was on were surrounded by a large number of vines, and those vines wound up into a spherical dome on the upper floor, tightly sealing them inside, as if they were going to be strangled.

What separates those vines is a mottled and vague film like a shadow, which looks like a defense brought by some kind of magic.

"You did?" Lucilia asked Jason.

Seeing her innocent appearance, Jason, who almost thought he was going to be sacrificed just now, was speechless for a moment.

"It's a good thing you did, Lucilia."

Humans gritted their teeth fiercely.

Since getting to know this gargoyle, his back teeth have become sharper.