Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Compared with the bat cubs that Dick brought—Tim is okay, mainly the domineering and arrogant little devil Damian, and the red hooded, docile, well-behaved and understanding little tengu who has grown into a violent element. It is an angel.

The little guy obviously understands the difference between himself and humans, so even though the ungrown wings are sensitive and fragile, it still cooperates very well to gather the wings as much as possible and stick them to the back tightly, letting the young man use the police uniform jacket Wrap it tightly, without revealing anything.

Dick hugged its limp body, and the little tengu immediately wrapped his arms around his neck in a sensible way, laying softly and docilely on the young man's chest, and whispered: "Dick."

Officer Grayson raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

The little milk dog quietly glanced at his white and tender chubby arms and short legs, and said solemnly: "I will not always be so weak. In a few years, I will be able to pick you up."

Dick looked down at the little guy's hard-tightened baby fat and serious and immature expression, and couldn't help but hug him a little tighter, and he probably understood where his tangled look came from—as a big tengu, The wings are so weak, but Xiaodouding's self-esteem is quite high.

Officer Grayson coughed lightly, forced down the helpless smile on his lips, and gently comforted him: "I know that Maomao will be as powerful as the big tengu in the future, but for now... don't be afraid, little guy, I will take you back Home."

Little Tengu pursed his petal-like lips, buried his delicate cheeks in his shoulder, and refused to continue talking.

Dick fondled its creamy blond fur.

God testifies, he has never brought such a cute cub before, he is still a soft milk doll, but he has to put on a stern face and pretend to be serious like a big tengu... But it is just so good Er Da, no matter how serious his expression is, there is only a cute feeling left.

The little tengu struggled for a while, and under Dick's narrow gaze, he couldn't help but retort with a lack of confidence: "Don't look at my immature body, it's just because the ghost's infancy is relatively long, in fact, I'm about to change Mao is old enough to grow very tall soon."

To be honest, Dick was also a little curious when this question was mentioned. After all, Daitengu looks young and handsome, a stern young man between an adult and a teenager, but his age starts from the time of Emperor Sutoku Counting, that little tengu looks like four or five years old...

He paused, trying to make a simple conversion. Before he could determine the specific value between 180 and 190 years old, he heard the little tengu continue to add seriously and solemnly: "I am seven years old this year. It's not a three or four-year-old kid anymore."

Dick: "Pfft—sorry, sorry lol."

He covered the little tengu's gaze from unbelievably dull to aggrieved and condemning with his palm, tried to suppress the smile in his throat, and said gently: "I know, I know, sorry, I'm not laughing at you, but only Only children will emphasize that they are not children... Maomao, did the big tengu tell you that you are so cute?"

The little milk dog covered his reddened cheeks, looked at him aggrievedly with his moist eyes, and stopped talking.

It wasn't until Dick cleared the surveillance records of the police station and brought the little tengu back to his apartment that he realized that the adjective cute was a bit underestimated for the golden retriever puppy.

Dick's apartment is the most typical apartment for single men. The word tidy is only half of it. No, I don't use it very often at first glance.

Looking at the new stack of underwear placed on the sofa in the form of a freshly opened express delivery, Xiao Tengu's expression was stunned.

Dick himself thought it was nothing. He put the puppy down, stroked his soft fur affectionately, and told him, "I'm going to get takeaway, just sit down and don't run around."

The little tengu frowned delicately, nodded seriously, and gently rolled up the wide white sleeves of the hunting clothes: "Yeah!"

Ten minutes later, Dick, who was standing at the door of the apartment with a takeaway box, looked at the spotless living room and the glamorous floor-to-ceiling windows, and fell into deep doubts: Who am I?where am I?This is my apartment?How fat four?

Before he finished thinking, the little milk dog ran over with short legs, first took the takeaway box in his hand, and said seriously that Brother Dick had worked hard, then held the takeaway and put his feet on his feet Put it on the kitchen table.

Dee!gram!elder brother!elder brother!pungent!bitter!up!

Every brother who has brought Damian may have such a question in his heart when facing the little tengu: Does this kind of docile and well-behaved cutie really exist?

Dick wiped his face dumbfounded, feeling deeply that he had been ruined by the arrogant and domineering Damian and turned into a shivering M. Seeing a better-behaved baby felt like seeing an angel.

He followed the little guy into the kitchen, and after the ding of the household appliances, Officer Grayson watched helplessly as the little Tengu took out a cup of hot milk from the microwave.

Little Tengu brought the milk to the dining table, and ran out to get a pair of slippers for Dick in a super considerate way: "Change your shoes."

It was only then that Dick realized that the little Douding, who was less than 1.2 meters in length, had already cleaned his apartment once, without leaving any gaps, even the surveillance cameras he had installed, wiped them clean and put them on the coffee table one by one.

Officer Grayson was shocked: Bruce, what kind of cutie is this?Knowing how to do housework and make love milk, the little golden retriever is like an angel!

Dick couldn't help thinking about Jason and Damian.

Thirteen months ago, when Damian first came to Bludhaven, the devil boy stood at the door of his apartment and looked at the living room, frowning impatiently, and asked bluntly: "TT, what is this?" Your kennel, Grayson?"

Jason was more straightforward. He wore white hair that didn't stain Matt twice, looked at his apartment and himself with disgust, and said coldly: "If you don't enter the doghouse, you won't talk about cereal."

The memory is still fresh, in order to retaliate against this ignorant brat, the next day Dick fed him three meals of milk and cereal to let him know whose territory he was standing on now.

Dick: "..." These two brats.

After dinner, Dick changed into Night Wing's uniform and prepared to go out for night patrol - night patrol is so dangerous, of course the soft and weak little tengu is not allowed to go with him.

The little guy pursed his lips without saying a word, and looked at him aggrievedly, with dark wings hanging behind him, obediently did not beg, but those eyes that seemed to be cut out of a small piece of the sky made Dick feel Very guilty.

But whether it is appearance or temperament, it is just a weak but serious child. The so-called ghost's incomparable aura and momentum...does it count as cute?In short, it is indeed not as powerful as the big tengu, so it cannot be reassuring.

The little tengu followed Dick step by step, raised his head and glanced at him cautiously, his clear sky blue eyes dimmed little by little: "Come back early."

The creamy golden hair hangs down listlessly.

Dick was hit knowingly. Considering that the little tengu has the ability to fly, and his apartment is not a safe house, he helplessly rubbed his forehead and said in a compromise: "...you must follow me, don't mess around. run."

The smallest sky in the world lit up again.

Then that night, an unknown one-eyed criminal gave Dick a deep understanding of the weakness of ghosts.

The little tengu flew unsteadily in the air, its pitch-black wings were immature and soft, and looked fluffy, as if poking its wings could make it lose control of its direction and fall down. This is indeed the case, little guy Even because he glanced at Dick distractedly, he fell straight straight from mid-air, and was almost caught in his arms.

But facing Dick's enemy, its immature face suddenly became serious, the wide sleeves of its snow-white safari fluttered in mid-air, and sand and rocks flew under the vibration of its wings, and it chanted in a childish voice: "O wind, please obey my order!" Bar!"

Dick didn't stop him. His arm was slightly injured. Although the relatively weak little tengu didn't have the lethality of the big tengu, it should be fine to cause trouble to the opponent. He can also take advantage of this to breathe a little bit of relief .

The flag flew up immediately.

Ye Yi covered the oncoming dust, looked up and saw such a familiar scene, the little guy looked stern and condescending, just as proud and beautiful as the big tengu when he dealt with Poison Ivy a few months ago, but he was young A little bit——it raised the sacrificial character fan high and swung it down fiercely. The light blue monster power suddenly condensed into countless sharp flying feathers and shot out in the air, coming through the air at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Avoid Dick and take down enemies.

Maybe it's because he still doesn't know how to control the force. When the tornado went down, there was not a single piece of complete debris left on the ground except for a rain of fishy blood and flesh and blood.

Dick was speechless: "..."

Papapa, congratulations Yeyi, slap in the face in a second.

Any criminals were caught, and the corpses were sliced ​​and cut up.

He clutched the bleeding wound on his arm, facing the fragments on the ground, his mood was extremely complicated for a moment. The previous big tengu's own strength was suppressed due to external problems, and he couldn't be sure of the opponent's real strength. , but only looking at the ability after suppression, the small tengu's feather blade storm clearly does not seem to be much different from the big tengu, and it is obviously more lethal to a single person, it is not weak.

Dick looked at the little tengu, and didn't know whether to tell himself that this was the strength and nature of the demon, or whether he should condemn his wrong prediction, so he fell into a deep silence.

And the little tengu that caused all this fell to the side covering his eyes, his eye sockets were red and the tails of his eyes were moist. He was obviously terrified, but he still mustered up his courage, tiptoed carefully, bypassed the debris, and hugged him gently. Holding Dick's thin waist, he whispered comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, Dick, I won't hurt you, I will protect you."

Dick was breathing heavily, and he rubbed the space between his brows with some headache, feeling as if his throat was stuck.

When he noticed that Dick looked at him a little strangely, the little milk dog fluttered his wings and flew up in a panic, covered his eyes in a hurry, and said in a crying voice: "Don't be afraid, no, no, it's just blood and blood. Corpse, he won't hurt you anymore, I will protect you."

Before it finished speaking, it couldn't restrain itself from crying: "Wow ah ah ah - human beings are so scary!!!"

... Well, he was thinking too complicated. This is still a child, but his strength is too strong and he is not good at controlling it. If you think about it, Maomao is much more well-behaved than Connor, and he can also do housework and heat milk. A must have at home.

Dick sighed, stretched out his hand to hug the little tengu who was still in shock, stroked its wings gently, and combed its wings and hair: "Don't be afraid, Mao Mao opened his eyes, I'm still here .”

The little tengu was sobbing, and tentatively opened one eye, but quickly closed it again: "A lot of blood, are you bleeding? Let's go home, woo woo woo... I'm scared."

"You can watch me, Mao Mao, I will protect you."

Dick said softly: "Let's go home, I will sleep with you tonight, but we have three chapters, okay? You need to restrain your strength, the weakness of ghosts is still quite scary for human beings, I don't want you to kill people, maybe Scaring myself again, can this be done?"

The pale golden eyelashes of the little tengu trembled, and then it opened its eyes, looked at Dick seriously, and fixed its gaze on his handsome face and deep and beautiful blue eyes.

"I thought human beings were very powerful... Ootengu-sama told me so. I thought they were all invincible like adults. I didn't want to kill him. I never kill people."

The little guy’s frightened little milk’s voice changed a bit. It hugged Dick’s shoulders, buried its delicate cheeks in the socket of his shoulders, and no longer cared about its serious image as a little adult, sobbing: “I want to go home, Chong Tian Gao Yun doesn't have such a human being, Master Datengu lied to me, he is as fragile as tofu, not as powerful and terrifying as he said at all."

"The strength of human beings is not only reflected in the body."

Dick sighed, and patted the little guy's soft back comfortingly: "Tomorrow is my vacation, I will take you back to Gotham to have a look, I... my father, Batman, he is the powerful and powerful man that the big dog said Terrible human being, you are still young, but you will eventually understand what this means."

The little milk dog nodded ignorantly.

Then it rubbed the end of its eyes guiltily, lightly touched Dick's arm holding it with small, cold fingers, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so emotional, I... I I disturbed your night patrol, and you still have injuries on your arms, let's go home quickly, I will help you deal with it, I have also applied medicine and bandaged small animals before."

Dick looked down at the wound, it was a small wound, it only scratched the flesh, not the bone, and the bleeding had gradually stopped, it was nothing at all.

He kissed the little Tengu's forehead, and the eyes under Domino's mask curled up, and he said softly: "Thank you then, Mao Mao, I will ask you to take care of my injured big blue bird tonight. "

The tips of the little tengu's ears turned red.

Dick rubbed the top of its hair amusedly, held it and shot a hook lock, and leaped towards the apartment.

The little tengu lay on his shoulders, his ice-blue pupils were extremely cold, and he glanced expressionlessly at the criminal who had turned into pieces of meat in the dead corner of Dick's line of sight-one disguise could solve the enemy of Bruce's adopted son, and it was a sure profit. No compensation.

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