Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The snow-white fox is as tall as a person. It is slender and slender, but it looks bigger than a lion. Stepping on the faintly burning purple fox fire is like stepping on soft clouds. Its posture is light and it does not attract any patrolling warriors Noticing him, he sent Damian to the bedroom window.

After the boy broke open the window lock and jumped into the bedroom, its tall body was slowly hidden in a hazy haze of smoke, and then the smoke cleared, and a soft and fluffy man with fur, at most no bigger than two palms of an adult man, jumped out of it. Little fox, but still dragging those nine big tails.

And Damian crossed his arms and looked at it with serious but somewhat guarded eyes. He just turned around, and the big fox that could occupy most of his room turned into a fox that could be hugged in his arms. The little fox's majestic and seductive aura suddenly changed into a soft and cute one.

Perhaps because of the shrinking size, the fox's long, narrow and charming pale golden eyes looked round now, but when it saw the boy's vigilant gaze, it showed a familiar loving look, and let out a helpless cry.

"I don't understand, don't call me a fox."

Damian closed the door and window, and then he stretched out his arm, holding the fox by the soft back of the neck with a bit of revenge, trying to lift it from the window edge to his arms.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a delicate black locator fell out from the thick and big scarf around the fox's neck.

"pat-"

The fox took a look.

fox:"……"

fox:"……"

fox:"……"

This locator was originally fixed on the thick long fur on its neck, but with the shrinkage of its body, the length of the fur also changed. The tracker hidden in the fluffy fur could not be fixed, so it fell out directly.

The fox turned his head quietly.

Although I don't know why a fox can make such a vivid expression with its white fluff on its face, it is indeed looking at Damian with a complicated expression and can't say anything.

Damian picked up the tracker and fixed it on the fox again. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior. He looked at the fox confidently and asked, "What?"

The fox shook his head, jumped onto the boy's shoulder lightly, and then wrapped his tail around his wrist.

"Look, I'll only say this once, Fox."

Damian lifted it up to look at him, with a cold and arrogant expression, and said with a sense of control over all physics: "Your name is Puff, I am Damian, your master, remember your Responsibility, and identity."

The fox pressed the soft pads to his forehead.

"I'm past the age when I can't understand rejection."

The boy said coldly: "But I won't allow you to refuse."

The fox showed that pampering expression that he couldn't do anything about you again, it responded in cooperation, and then with great interest, it parted a tail to scratch the boy's white chin.

Damian pursed his lips into a sharp arc, and unexpectedly indulged this overreaching move, exposing his fragile throat to the fox's tail that could snap off steel, and although his gaze hesitated, he controlled it. It kept going down all the way, landing on the soft belly of the fox.

fox:"……"

It refused the little devil's temptation to bury his chest without hesitation, even the (male) fox's (flat) chest would not work.

Damian snorted coldly, and then he walked to the end of the bed, and under the fox's thoughtful eyes, he found a place where the footsteps sounded wrong and stepped on the floor twice.

The floor slowly bounced up, revealing the boy's self-made hidden space. There were two bags of dog food, a box of dog biscuits in the shape of bones, and even a bag of goat milk powder specially used to feed animal cubs. .

Fox: "..." Awesome.

Since the little fox is not a "little fox" in the true sense, Damian directly brushed over the goat milk powder, took out the can of dog biscuits, and distributed them to the foxes one by one. piece.

The fox ate the dog biscuits in a complicated mood, was hugged by the boy's warm body, and slept in the room.

It was less than five o'clock the next morning, and Damian opened his eyes on time, holding the samurai/knife and preparing to go to the training ground.

He rubbed his sore waist, and glared angrily at the cohabitant—and as the instigator, the fox lay leisurely on the pillow, with its nine big tails spreading out to occupy more than half of the bed, even though it was very warm at this moment And soft, but this also made Damian have to be careful not to press its tail when he slept, and because of this, he slept in a twisted posture all night.

Don't ask him why he didn't throw the fox down, how could a qualified plush fan have such a terrible idea, not to mention that there are nine fox tails in front of him.

Damian put on the light armor and fastened the red cloak. Before going out, he said: "I will go to the training ground with my mother, and my grandfather will also go. After today, all assassins will know that I am the heir of the League of Assassins. Will allow me to raise you, so stay here and wait for me to come back."

The fox narrowed his eyes and curved his lips in response.

In less than 10 minutes, the buzzing of planes appeared in the sky above the base, and Deathstroke Slade Joseph Wilson brought the evil warriors, ready to destroy or capture the League of Assassins, so the war quickly started at the League headquarters.

After Lei Xiaogu was attacked by the death knell and lured him to chase and hit the fire source and died, Talia had to take Damian to prepare to retreat. The Lhasa Road Pool could not restore the body that had been damaged to this point. If Talia wanted to To reorganize the League of Assassins, he must not be distracted from taking care of Damian.

Damian put down Lei Xiaogu's body. Although he felt that Lei Xiaogu couldn't just die like this, but his personality couldn't make him express other emotions, he still chose to follow Talia's arrangement: "Mother, I can do it alone. .”

"Damian, you have to get out of here."

Thalia held her son's arm and said firmly, "Go to Gotham, it's time for you to meet your father."

Damian ran two steps side by side with her, suddenly broke free from his mother's arm, and said quickly, "Wait for me for a minute."

He quickly climbed over the ruined walls and returned to his bedroom, then grabbed the fox by the back of the neck with a cold expression, forced it into his small package, and packed it away.

fox:"……"

The dark journey lasted at least ten hours, the turbulence finally ended, and the small package completely stabilized.

As night fell in Gotham, Talia stopped at a hotel with Damian and sent Batman a message.

When Talia started flirting with the man in the black bat uniform, Damian hid behind the curtain and tore open the pocket of the backpack, and a fluffy fox head was quickly revealed at the opening, with two Listen to him.

Damian has already replaced his light armor and cloak, and now his attire is lighter, and the style is somewhat similar to Japanese-style samurai/soldier/clothes. He put his index finger on his lips, signaling the other party not to make a sound, and then moved quickly He took out a bone biscuit from his pocket and stuffed it into the fox's mouth.

In fact, in order to accommodate the fox, Damian has removed many items from his rucksack, even the warrior/soldier/knife that never leaves his body, and some small weapons were stuffed into the warrior/soldier/suit by him. Loose interlayer, but even so, he insisted on bringing dog biscuits for the fox.

But soon, he pricked up his ears and heard what Thalia was saying to Batman, so he quickly pushed the fox back, calmly posed, and was ready to deal with his father in the sense of blood, the other half of his blood. Provider, the omnipotent perfect man in the mother's mouth.

"Don't be so surprised, Father."

The son of Batman looked at the past with the same scrutiny as Batman: "I thought you would be taller."

Batman lowered his gaze.

Then he went straight to behind the curtain where Damian was hiding just now, and after a week of inspection, he finally landed on the motionless small package: "There is still one breath."

Talia's condition was not very good, and Damian deliberately concealed it, so she didn't realize that her son had brought a stowaway from the Himalayas to Gotham. Hearing Batman's affirmative voice, she His movements paused, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Damian: "What?"

Damian raised his head and replied, "It's puffs."

Talia rubbed the center of her brows with a headache, and she guessed it must be a cute fluffy animal as soon as she heard it.

It should be said that they are real father and son. Bruce also has this little problem of naming small animals. He even named the unicorn he rode as Biscuit, and Damian perfectly inherited this. Their naming The styles are all the same - puffs, listen, dessert again.

The three eyes fixed on the small package containing the puffs at the same time, and in the next second, the position where the bag came out of the package moved, and a little white fox with fluffy fur came out.

The palm-sized little fox cub squatted on the ground, with its nine tails trailing behind him, with round watery pale golden eyes, tilting its head and whimpering softly.

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If it wasn't for a day ago, this fox used a prototype as tall as a man to separate a tail, teasing him like a cat, Damian would have believed his evil.

The boy twitched the corner of his mouth: "...NO."