[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The plants spawned by Poison Ivy are different every time, and the final shape of the huge plant is mainly determined by the original prototype and the momentary thoughts of Poison Ivy.

So sometimes, it gets less scientific.

Such as growing too big for a wife.

The second cannibal flower gud rushed towards Lucilia with its bloody mouth open.

This time the gargoyle caught the trick. After she rolled over and dodged, she immediately rushed back, grabbed the fragile flower stem behind the flower bone, and pinched it down fiercely.

"Crackling".

Juice overflows.

"Hey!" Lucilia let out a disgusted voice, shaking her hands frantically.

If you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose one hundred and eight.

Lucilia had the urge to strike.

There are fewer and fewer flowers, and the smell of corruption is getting stronger.

"Is there no other way?" The gargoyle complained.

"What way? Get a sheep to eat them?" Jason complained back, and urged Red Robin to answer him, "Why is the herbicide not effective?"

"I'm not sure, maybe a variant."

Each variant corresponds to a different herbicide, maybe it evolved?

sheep?

Lucilia finally remembered the communication not long ago.

The original Batman sent them to Arkham, and they haven't arrived yet.

Think about the various descriptions of Batman on the Internet, and the various praises for consultants on the Justice League homepage. But what about Batman who knows everything, maybe there will be unexpected gains from listening to him?

"Drive to Arkham Asylum."

Lucilia tried her best to raise her hand to attack Jason. She hadn't completely gotten used to the high technology other than mobile phone, internet and computer, so she temporarily forgot the existence of the headset.

"Arkham?" Jason was full of disgust for this term.

"Maybe it's a good idea," Red Robin was a little moved, "wait a minute."

The Red Robin sped away, dodged two or three swoops of vines, and continued on to Arkham.

Poison Ivy was the one who reacted faster than Lucilia or Jason. She immediately manipulated the vines to turn her head, and the plants made a sharp whistling sound, trying to grab the tail of the Red Robin plane.

"She's in a hurry."

Even from such a distance, Lucilia could feel the anxiety in Poison Ivy's heart.

Arkham sure has something.

"According to the results of the scan and the naked eye, the source of the vines is inside Arkham. All the vines are just extensions. The original roots are still buried deep in Arkham. Maybe there is its weak point."

Red Robin paused.

"Strange, she didn't want to take her plants away this time." Where's the promised son?

"Maybe I can't take it with me." Jason made a reasonable inference, and quickly asked: "Call me a Batmobile."

His motorcycle was reimbursed just now, and it is completely reasonable to ask for a new means of transportation.

A Batmobile?

Tim strongly suspects that Jason is kidding him.

It's a pity that Jason is very serious.

"Is that little plane of yours that has a back seat to give me a lift, or do you expect me to run there?"

"..." Neither is good.

Tim can only accept his fate, pray that the old bat will not return to Gotham for a while, and at the same time summon the vehicle for Jason.

"The next block."

It's too messy here, most of the roads have been completely destroyed, even the mobility of the Batmobile can't rely on automatic navigation alone, so it can only ask the passengers to transfer first.

Five minutes later, Jason turned over and fell off the tall building. With the help of the rope gun, he landed safely and fell into the opened hood of the Batmobile.

As for the gargoyle, it's even easier.

Lucilia directly grabbed a vine that was trying to attack Red Robin, and let the inertia brought by the attack throw her high, and she fell down and was pulled on the edge of the plane's wing.

With a bang, the whole plane was shaken by the inertia.

"?!" WTF? !

Red Robin hastily pulled back to the horizontal state.

"You almost dragged me off. Lucilia, we need to talk about assaulting teammates."

Red Robin thinks this is very important, especially since the gravitational acceleration of the gargoyle is obviously not the same as the scientific side they hold, he doesn't want to be accidentally injured by his teammates.

"What?" Jason, who was enjoying the thrill of racing, asked vaguely.

Red Robin waited patiently, but there was no response from the gargoyle.After checking the system, it was discovered that Lucilia's communication had gone offline at some point.

Outside the fuselage, the strong night wind blows away Lucilia's hair, and the gargoyle squats there steadily. It seems to her that there is no difference between the speeding plane and the gargoyle statue on the roof of Wayne Building. .

Tim turned on the monitor outside the fuselage and observed carefully. Only then did he notice that the ears of this gargoyle are actually very pointed. The overall structure of the ear is different from that of humans. It seems to be a bit like elf ears. Maybe it is because of this reason , the headset could not be firmly fixed and was thrown off during intense exercise.

"Does she know what she's going to do?" Tim felt insecure.

"She knew she was going to Arkham." The headset should have dropped after that.

Jason kicked the accelerator again, not leaving the pleasure of the Batmobile's roar for a while.

Honestly, since he wasn't Robin anymore, he kind of missed it.

The road was smooth, the plane was at the forefront, Poison Ivy was chasing after her, and Jason followed leisurely. So far, they have successfully alleviated the crisis in the downtown area, and the mission is considered half successful.

The question is what happens after Arkham?

Lucilia didn't know.

The contact was basically equivalent to saying nothing. She didn't know why there were sheep in Arkham, and she didn't know where the sheep were.She thought it would be easy.But when it came to Arkham, Lucilia fell silent.

"Is this a mental hospital?"

Shouldn't the so-called mental hospital be a big white house or something?

Is the castle skyrocketing?

what is this?

Why is Arkham an entire island? ? ?

Excuse me, how does she find a sheep on an island? ? ?

"Jay?" Lucilia tried to call for foreign aid, but got no response, "Huh?"

The gargoyle looked at the cockpit of the plane and saw Tim gesturing to her where her ears were. Lucilia raised her hand and touched the tips of her ears, puzzled, and saw Tim "pointing" at her ears. realized something.

She touched the middle earhole, and sure enough, the in-ear headphones were gone.

OK, they lost touch.

Tim is still gesturing.

Pointing to the mouth, the kind that opens and closes.

Lucilia couldn't understand it, so she simply walked along the wing, her face was glued to the glass, and she stared at Tim through the thick glass.

She could feel that Red Robin was suffocating in an instant, obviously her current appearance was a bit scary.

But she can't help it.

Induction requires some concentration.

Fortunately, Red Robin got her needs and began to concentrate her thoughts in her brain.

Say.

speak.

communicate with.

The need is rolling.

"Can you hear me?" Lucilia muttered.

Red Robin breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Mike hasn't lost it yet.

Only then did Lucilia think of this, touched the collar, and found Mike who was well fixed on the inside.

She forgot about it.

You can't be so stupid in the future.

The gargoyle muttered inwardly.

"We're going to find a sheep in Arkham. That's what Constantine and Batman told me together. They said Jason and I should come over tonight, and then we're supposed to find a sheep."

Tim & Jason: ? ? ?

Jason: "That old bat must be playing us."

Tim: "Actually, at least he never played me. Anyway, this is more likely to be Constantine's fault." After all, Constantine is famous for pitting his teammates, even on the non-magic side. heard.

Jason snorted coldly.

Now the only question is: how to find sheep in Arkham?And, Tim suspects, their target probably wasn't a physical sheep.

Several drones were released, buzzing.

Lucilia came back to her senses, and those drones with the "RR" logo on them had already flown into the distance.

"It's strange." The gargoyle muttered softly, "This feeling is a bit strange."

Qiuqiu shook its wings: "Let's go."

"Ah."

This height is nothing, about the same as Wayne Tower. Lucilia opened her hands and jumped out of the wings. The wind and night surrounded her, and she fell straight to the vaulted roof of the botanical garden.

With the current weight probably not enough to smash that layer of roof by gravity, Lucilia opened the protective film.

In line with the principle that either the opponent is broken or you are broken, the protective film shattered the vaulted roof during the fall, allowing Lucilia to fall smoothly into the botanical garden.

There is a ruin under the roof, which has been abandoned.

Poison Ivy had abandoned it a few hours ago, gutted it internally, stripped out all modern equipment, and left the Arboretum in blackness without electricity.

Lucilia could still see clearly, and the darkness couldn't block the gargoyle's sight.

"...it won't smash the floor?"

While dusting off the dust, Lucilia doubted the reliability of the protective film.

What is its judgment standard?

What is the ground and what is the obstacle?

"Unless you want to." Qiuqiu couldn't help but say, "The criterion of judgment is your own, Lucilia."

Obviously it sensed Lucilia's unrestrained thinking.

Lucilia: ...

Lucilia: "Well, I suddenly understand Jay and Dick's feelings. It's really easy to feel uncomfortable."

Ballball can read her emotions, she cannot read Ballball's.

not equal.

A little upset, but not completely unacceptable, Lucilia muttered something in her heart, and then temporarily put it aside.

The gargoyle moved to the depths of the botanical garden with the ball on its head. The temperature around it gradually dropped, as if welcoming a wanderer back home, and lit a lamp with no temperature for her.

Simultaneously.

On the other end of the communication, the two passively listened.

"Looks like she forgot about Mike again," Tim said. "It sounds like that ball is a higher grade than her."

This unlucky child is being forced to walk the vines of Poison Ivy, while trying to find a suitable landing place within the range of Arkham. Most of the prisoners have left, and there are still some shrimp soldiers and crab generals left. What a nuisance.

It's easier on Jason.

The speeding car rushed across the Arkham Bridge. Anyway, there was Poison Ivy clearing the way ahead, and the Batmobile ran smoothly all the way.

"Go back and study again."

The good second brother decided to clean up his little conscience and give the third brother a little help. Jason slammed on the brakes and stopped behind the gate of Arkham, took aim, and fired the bazooka.

"BOOM—"

The billowing flames soared into the sky again.

Lucilia heard it, but didn't stop. She used her sharp claws and powerful strength to clean up the gravel, pry open the laminate and continue down. The destination is still deeper, below the plant circle, very deep. She could hear the beating of a heart that should never have been there.

And the desire for life and sunshine.

"What..."

There is also this strange and unknown sound.