[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

"Yes, that's... what is it?"

Lucilia choked in the middle of her sentence, and turned to look at Jason.

"Space compression technology?" Jason didn't know which one she was going to talk about.

These scientific terms can kill half of the demon's life, Lucilia decided to muddle through: "That's about it. It won't affect the stability of the soul and body."

Anyway, make sure it's ok.

Superman leads the Bat-doll through the sonic tunnel and confronts a group of people in the watchtower.

At this moment, many people have gathered in the hall.

Guys like Green Arrow and Neptune who basically only stayed in their own territory came out of the sonic channel one by one, as well as Black Canary and Firestorm who just came back from the mission.

The huge watchtower was packed to the brim.

Taking advantage of Superman wearing the bat doll and being surrounded by crowds, and no one has paid attention to the devil friend for the time being, Lucilia quietly walked around the lobby of the watchtower.

"Wow, this is almost as big as my palace."

The Watchtower is not inferior to the Superpower Museum of X Academy. Accidents such as small explosions are normal. Jason dare not let Lucilia a demon run around, but always follow closely behind. Just in case Lucilia pops up and demolishes a tower or something.

"It seems that you have many servants." Human commented.

"If you mean the souls of sinners who built the palace for me, yes, there are some of them. They are very useful, and it doesn't matter if they are whipped to death. Even if they are exhausted, they will get up and continue to build for me the next day."

Lucilia recalled the hell and shared with Jason: "If it is a position like a housekeeper and a maid, no. I can take care of myself, I don't need those."

Speaking of servants, it is easy to think of Alfred, the housekeeper of the Wayne family.

It's just that Jason said very clearly that Ah Fu is a family member to them and the most reliable friend who will never betray them, not a subordinate or servant.

……

Wait, if Ah Fu, maybe he will go to heaven?

Lucilia tugged at Jason's sleeve, muttering about it in a low voice.

"Ah Fu is also included in your 'Neat and Neat Plan'?" Jason didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Well...it's really hard to say, Ah Fu was an agent or a soldier in his early years, and his hands were not necessarily clean."

Whatever the cause, the debt left by the killing doesn't go away.

But when the judgment comes, the judge will review the person's life, check every fight and collision, and comprehensively evaluate whether a person's life has a certain meaning.

Whether this meaning is positive or negative will determine where the other party goes.

Lucilia briefly explained this rule: "So, just because Ah Fu's hands are not clean, it doesn't mean that he can go to hell."

"Then neither can Batman."

"Yeah, maybe he'll be disappointed."

Opening his eyes, he found a bunch of white chickens singing the Gospel and talking to himself about his ideal hometown...

I always thought Batman would think this was a nightmare.

Jason was amused by his imaginary picture, and asked again: "Could there be some people who have no tendency at all?"

Neither good nor bad.

"No." Lucilia looked at him sideways. "There won't be such a person. No matter who they are, no matter how small they do, they have meaning to the world."

"Anyone can affect the world, no matter how small and insignificant he is."

"..."

Jason froze for a moment, and looked away from Lucilia.

Lucilia tilted her head in confusion, and was even more puzzled when she saw that hairballs suddenly started to appear on Jason's head.

"Lucilia," someone called her.

So Lucilia went to Batman and Superman, and accepted the scrutiny of the superheroes and the pinching of the big sisters. The little devil's female body was soft and cute, and she looked 12 points cute. It's hard not to like it .

Golden Pioneer: "Let's take a group photo!"

This guy is very skinny, let his follow-up mechanical ball fly high, and stuff the bat doll into Lucilia's arms, and the Superheroes surround Lucilia and the bat doll.

"Crack".

After shooting, the mechanical ball paused and began to spit out photos, one for each person, one for many.

The bat doll failed to resist successfully, her head was full of small veins, and she had the heart to kill the golden pioneer: "Enough! Go back to work!" roared.

It's a pity that no matter how fierce the milk bat is, it can't scare people. Although everyone is walking back, they are still enthusiastic.

Discuss and take photos while working, work and play both.

There are more veins on the bat doll's head.

These daring allies are still discussing his "belonging".

"Who is responsible for putting him to sleep? Do dolls need to sleep?" Diana thought of this question first.

Lucilia, who was asked, gave an affirmative answer: "Because he can't eat, he needs more sleep help. It is best to sleep more than 14 hours a day."

What a great answer.

With the eyes of the milk bat wanting to kill, everyone continued to discuss happily.

"Put it in a box? It's troublesome to squash it, right?"

"Superman? He can float and sleep."

"But none of us can sleep more than 14 hours?"

"Maybe it can be reversed. We work while he sleeps, just in the watchtower. Whoever is on duty will guard him?"

"Then I can start working immediately."

"I can too."

"I can work overtime all the time."

"……I can too!"

For a time, the enthusiasm for work within the alliance was at an all-time high.

In contrast, the face of the bat doll is getting darker and darker.

Lucilia, who was temporarily in charge of holding him, had a sensory illusion, as if those small veins and balls of wool in her mind had a solid body and weight, and they were getting heavier and heavier at the same time, almost bringing her to the ground up.

"As for being so angry?" Lucilia didn't quite understand, "They care about you."

"I need them to focus on their work." The bat doll was grinding her teeth.

Lucilia: "...then you are really more devil than devil."

The bat didn't make a sound, and a big "Hum" appeared on the top of its head.

At this point the allies had already changed the subject.

Referring to Jason's original experience, they believe that the current Bat doll needs a place specially for him to live in, away from water and other sources of pollution, especially the Flash's snack cabinet.

Barry felt discriminated against.

"I can make him one." Howl made a Green Lantern Castle out of the Lantern Ring.

Looking in from the window, there is also a princess tent with a bow tie.

Barry: "So you're ready to be a battery here?"

"of course not."

Saying so, Hal re-edited the windows of the princess room and changed them into protruding castle window sills, the kind that can open the door and walk out to sing to the moon.

Barry couldn't help laughing.

Zatanna didn't know what to think of, but she actually thought it was a good idea.

"A bat's voice is perfect for singing," Zatanna said.

Hal was taken aback: "What are you singing? Death metal or something?" He couldn't tell the difference because he wasn't good at it. He just vaguely knew that there was a music style for throat cancer.

Barry's laughter grew louder.

The shock made Hal's face stunned, his hands trembled, and so did the whole castle.

"I don't think so, your foundation is not good." Another young Green Lantern, Kyle Renner, was also there today. "Stability still needs Stewart, but it's a pity that he's not here today."

Hal protests: "He's not going to agree to stay here and make batteries. I mean, neither will I."

The castle made by Erha looks a bit alien, and its practicality is extremely low, but it is really big, and it fills up the alliance's lounge in no time.

At this point the bat doll returned to Superman.

Lucilia nestled on the sofa, leaning against Diana, and the two of them got together and swiped their phones to pick Lego.

What?Signal?

Steel domino WI-FI is convenient and reliable, and the signal is super good in low-Earth orbit!

Lucilia doesn't understand signals, and she doesn't think there is any problem with swiping her mobile phone to shop at the space station. She found the Lego building blocks she bought for Jason at the time. There are special arc-shaped "bricks" for building, which are especially suitable for building caves .

"We'll make him a Batcave." Diana snapped the deal.

Superman folded his hands, and it seemed that he was covering his left hand with his right hand. In fact, he really used some strength to carefully gather his fingers and maintain a proper gap to stop the bats trying to get out of the hole.

"Everyone cares about you too." Superman urged dryly.

His job is to watch over Batman while everyone else is having fun.

This prison guard is not easy to be.

"I don't need a LEGO Batcave!" Hellbat snarled.

Superman covered him.

"But there must be a place for you." After all, the doll is very small, and it is easy to be accidentally injured.

The bat is still protesting: "Ah Fu can take care of me."

"Ah Fu has worked very hard to take care of your body." Superman argued, "Shouldn't you take the initiative to think about him?"

Bat: ... MMP.

How come you can speak so well during political negotiations.

A rare quarrel between the chairman and the advisor ended with the chairman as the winner.

The little birds took Lucilia back to the nest, and the others surrounded the bats that were left behind. The steel skeleton and the birds came down together, because it took time to wait for the express delivery, and Chaoying always only ordered to pick up the goods at the store. Steel bone scissors rock paper lost, so he was beaten down to run errands.

"So I'm still a step late."

Tim spread out into a bird cake in the bat cave, and he has nothing to love.He looked dead, and when Damian passed by and tried to kick him, he regained his combat power in an instant, slid to the side, and dodged nimbly.

"How's Bruce doing?" Dick asked.

"During deep sleep, that Edie didn't even have a dream."

Jason: "Demons don't dream?"

Lucilia: "We don't need sleep, and we don't dream like humans."

Humans dream because of brain activity. Demons’ brains are more obedient, and they will not create dreams because of residual active thinking signals, nor will they reflect the subtle movements around them into dreams.

For the devil's brain, if there is no danger, it will sleep until the sky collapses, and if there is danger, it will kick the body to fight.

There is no option to dream at all.

To the devil, the so-called dream is more like the active travel of consciousness, a purposeful active behavior.

Damian is very disgusted with this physiological function: "Wouldn't there be a devil's brain that is overconfident and sleeps himself to death?"

"Yes." As arrogance, Lucilia has really seen a lot of this. "Those stupid people died and the idiot demons were extinct, and the demons became a smart race, so there is nothing wrong with it?"

There is survival of the fittest in hell.

What's worse is that those who are eliminated may not necessarily "die", and may just repeat the process of dying day after day, until the universe is completely destroyed, and hell also turns into nothingness.

□□ kinds of endings.

Either live forever, or die forever.

From some perspectives, it's surprisingly fair?

As for the three views and so on, they were ignored by the batmen. They talked about the three views of human beings with a demon, and they weren't really idle and had nothing to do.

It was Jason who suddenly remembered something, and showed disapproving eyes: "I remember that the morning alarm never woke you up when I was in school."

"...Because my brain knew it was the alarm for school." So my brain chose to continue sleeping.

Jason: ...#