[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Of course, it's the original one.

Dick and Damian went out and came back with no good news.

The nightwing version of the big bat took the Robin bird back to the batcave, and the red hood continued to stay in the red batcave to wait for orders.

"Is it okay to just leave it alone?" Lucilia asked.

"Why worry?" Jason answered casually, focusing on the palms of his hands.

He is rolling brown sugar pearl balls one by one, trying to make each ball perfectly round.Lucilia sat opposite him, resting her chin with one hand, concentrating on the supervisor.

"The disappearance of Batman is a routine event, and we are all used to it." While rubbing, Jason explained the current situation to Lucilia, "It's just a matter of looking for it, and forget it if you can't find it."

A lost bat is like a lost cat.

When the old bat wanted to come back, it would naturally come back.

Jason looked open.

The last brown sugar pearl balls are rubbed out too, they look a bit ugly and powdery now.

Jason boiled the water and poured it into a large bowl of gray pearl balls.

"Like sweet ones?" Jason asked intentionally, and he didn't even need to look up to know that the gargoyle was nodding wildly.

After 20 minutes, the gray pearl ball turned into a brown unidentified sphere.

Jason set up another pot beside him to boil water, added brown sugar cubes to melt, and when the pearls here were cooked, poured them into the brown sugar juice and continued to cook until they became a sticky pile.

Sweet enough to scare him away.

Looking at the sticky black sugar juice and the blackened pearl balls that looked like black pearls, Jason subconsciously held his breath and began to make milk tea.

Steep the black tea bag, add whole milk and stir.

Brown sugar pearls are slowly placed along the wall of the cup to create the effect of sugar juice hanging on the wall, and finally add the blended milk tea.

……

Take it to the table and push it to the gargoyle.

Lucilia couldn't wait to lean over and sniff.

The sweet taste is filled with heat.

"Straw or spoon?"

"All."

At this time, Batman or something is not important.

Jason sat down with his black coffee in his arms, sipped it, and watched the gargoyle chewing pearls contentedly, with "baji" and "baji" bones licking goat milk at his feet. There were no villains making trouble, no noisy ones Robin Bird, he can finally feel the beauty of life quietly.

As for Batman?Go to hell.

smile.

A good afternoon starts with milk tea.

"Ping—"

The sound of a metal ladle touching the bottom of a glass.

"click"

It sounded like the refrigerator door being opened.

Jason paused as he drank his coffee.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

The soft and warm fur on the feet must be bones. When I raised my eyes, I met Lucilia's eyes. Both of them were soothed by the food and behaved well. What's the difference?

Human confusion grows like weeds.

Lucilia was attracted.

"What are you looking for?"

"trouble."

"……?"trouble?Where is the trouble?

Lucilia's thinking became dull because of the comfort and satisfaction brought by sweets, and she looked around before noticing the unusual movement at the other end of the refrigerator.

"Sheep." She found "trouble."

Most of the devil sheep's head got into the refrigerator, and the huge horns were stuck outside. It couldn't get in completely, and it was shaking hard to squeeze.

Thinking that there was still her own Mango Melaleuca in the refrigerator, Lucilia was instantly alert, straightened up, and raised her voice:

"Sam!"

The demon sheep who was suddenly named immediately went into a state of rigidity.

"Baa..." there was a weak voice.

There was also a strange stuffy feeling.

"What are you doing?"

no answer.

The gargoyle couldn't be expected to move until the pearls were eaten, so Jason went over himself, grabbed the sheep by the collar, and tried to pull it back.

The sheep didn't cooperate and tried to push in.

"baa~~"

The sweet and greasy coquettish voice came out in a series of money like money, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body. Jason's hair was on his back, but the strength in his hands was even stronger, and his body leaned back.

Thanks for the restraint collar.

After exhausting the strength of the boss, Jason finally lifted the sheep out.

Just saw the wreckage in the refrigerator.

"……what?"

The bag of thawed mutton slices he took from the freezer had been a heroic sacrifice, and the mutton inside was reduced by half, and the tooth marks like rose petals were neatly cut off, perfect as if carved by a machine.

Look at Sam's mouth, which is still wriggling and chewing from side to side, there is still something that I don't understand.

Sheep are eating mutton.

Jason felt his brain swell and hit his skull.

"Strictly speaking," the human emphasized with a vertical finger, "that can be regarded as half of your kind."

"Baa~~" That's not true, he is a devil~

Still chewing.

Frozen raw mutton is very fragrant, and the devil sheep has no intention of stopping.

"..." Jason turned his head and asked Lucilia, "Can devil sheep get mad sheep disease?"

"Mea—!" He is not crazy.

Sheep protested.

Lucilia sighed contentedly after eating the last pearl.

"I guess he's idle."

This time Yang Yang raised his hands in agreement.Even the devil sheep will want to make trouble when they are idle.

Coincidentally, Jason was also thinking about it.

That dicky bird seemed determined to form a Gotham Magic team, and he just let them idle for a few days, no tasks, no plans, basically just staying together to cultivate their relationship.

I don't know how the relationship has been cultivated, but Jason's cooking skills are really getting better-only all kinds of sweets.

He touched his lower abdomen, always feeling a little soft.

This is not the way to go.

"Go out and find something tonight."

Go out and do something tonight.

Lucilia looked at the top of Jason's head and automatically translated in her mind.She wasn't picky, and just as the remaining pearls had cooled down, Lucilia put them into a container and put them in the refrigerator for storage.

When passing by Yangyang, he was even ripped off.

Lucilia ruthlessly pulled out her sleeve.

"It's useless to look for me. Everything at home is up to Jie."

Where does this sound strange.

Jason looked down at the goosebumps on his bare arms and began to think about something else.

"What strange novels have you been reading recently?"

"Uh, the overbearing lord's little bat?" The gargoyle showed an innocent expression.

The wisdom of the people is crazy, as long as you search for the keyword "Batman", you can find everything about the 360-degree pattern matching inside Zhenglian.

Jason:  …

More goosebumps.

"Do you know what you can find by searching for 'Red Hood'?" Lucilia approached with a smile.

Jason stepped back quickly.

"Shut up, I don't want to know at all."

I really don't want to know at all.

Every cell in the Jaybird screamed "NO!!!".

"Ok."

It was a fake and regretful tone, but at any rate, he really didn't say much.

The sensing ability is also good, at least in this case, it can avoid more painful situations.

Jason thought with a dull expression, and pressed down hard, successfully stopping the devil sheep who was about to try to steal another bite of sashimi.

Then look at the bones that started to spin around and bite their tails when they were full.

Jason had a headache.

He felt like he had raised an entire zoo, and he was the only caretaker in the huge park.

"Tonight, a batch of Penguin cargo is coming in." Humans deliberated, and selected the lucky ones, "Blow up the cargo, and try to avoid casualties, whether it's our side or their side."

"What?" Can I eat it?

Sam cried softly, asking.

Lucilia provided a translation for Jason: "It asked if eating the goods counted as destruction."

Jason just looked at the sheep.

look.

Then give up.

"Forget." Why not?

The devil's stomach can digest almost all strange things made by humans without any negative status, while completely decomposing the eaten items.

Why is such a perfect and environmentally friendly incinerator not counted?

Sheep started to drive, bleating and rubbing against Jason.

Lucilia watched from the side, and felt a little uncomfortable looking at it. She reached out to grab the horns and pulled Sam away.

"Let's go?" The gargoyle felt ready.

Jason checked the sheep's collar again before he pulled out his hood and put it on.

"Put this on."

A new set of headset tools, the earphones have been adjusted, Lucilia took them over and put them on, and unexpectedly found that they perfectly fit her slightly pointed ears, at least no longer have to worry about them falling off during exercise.

"Very comfortable." The gargoyle was very satisfied, "When did you finish it?"

It looked like it was sneaking up all night again.

Jason snorted.

"Walk."

Poor Doudou, everyone knows that this is just the most common smuggling, but who makes Penguin easier to remember?

Jason mourned Penguin without sincerity.

He deliberately found a heavy motorcycle, let the sheep squat at the front, and Lucilia sat at the back, so that Jason could still easily control the direction without worrying about poor operation caused by the heavy weight.

Hit the gas pedal.

……

Gotham is covered in thick clouds today, and it can rain at any time, which is especially suitable for making things happen.

Jason speeded up the motorcycle again and again, striving to reach the destination before the rain came down.

When it was on and on, he felt that something was wrong.

After seriously explaining human gender issues to Lucilia, although the little girl still likes to hug his waist, she won't cling to him.

So here comes the question, what is this thing that is kicking on his lower back now?

First of all, humans confirmed that the hands of the gargoyle were still on their waists.

OK, no problem with this one.

Jason had a delicate expression, refusing to think about the situation where the gargoyle behind him suddenly awakened the blood of the devil and began to grow tentacles.

"What the hell did you bring?" the human asked in the internal line with a cold voice.

"Ok?"

"Something hit me in your stomach."

abdomen?

Lucilia lowered her head, looked at the position of her abdomen, and suddenly realized that she supported Jason's waist with one hand, and with the other hand, she pulled the zipper of the hoodie to the lowest position, revealing the small things hidden inside.

Bones poked its head out, its ears fluttering in the wind, it looked more like a black butterfly, it let out its voice happily, announcing its existence.

"Wang-!"

Jason froze.

bone?

"Seriously?" Why are the bones here?

Seeing the little human question mark, Lucilia lowered her head guiltyly, put her forehead against Jason's back, and said nothing for a long time.

Jason was relentless.

"We're going to bomb the boat, tell me, why did you bring a dog?" It's still a fucking puppy.

Seemingly not knowing how to explain this, Lucilia murmured several times before saying, "It's ready."

At this time, the motorcycle had already been speeding for a certain distance, and Gotham Harbor was in sight. It was not an appropriate way to go back the same way or throw the dog on the spot.

After a brief silence.

Jason whispered to the gargoyle, "Then its life is your responsibility, Lucilia."

The prudence in it made Lucilia feel subtly heavy.

But she is not worried.

"it is good."

"Woof~" Bones yelled, similar to some kind of response.