Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After Bruce briefly recounted Onikiri's explanation of "Famous Swordsman" and the human form to Alfred, Mr. Butler's first impression of 23 has completely changed from the gentle and considerate snail man to the sakura who humiliated the official and died The samurai then calmly hung 23, which had transformed back into its original form, on the umbrella stand in the living room.

Considering the relationship between Touken Fusangshin and his master, Alfred thoughtfully selected the corresponding materials about "Shoubu" and "Touken Ranbu" from the collection and sent them to Bruce's bedroom.

However, when Mr. Butler opened the door, he should have been lying on the bed and counting the Kryptonians to sleep. The control freak master was already sitting in front of the bat computer. He seemed to have completely lost sleep and turned on the monitor in the living room.

"I thought you had completely believed Onikiri's words."

Alfred put down the silver tray, put aside a thick stack of A4 paper printed materials, and delivered a cup of hot warm milk to Bruce's cold palm without refusal: "Drinking a cup of warm milk before going to bed helps Sleep, you should keep this habit."

"Maybe Bruce Wayne is a no-brainer who loves new tricks, but Batman is different."

Bruce's steel-blue eyes were fixed on the monitor screen, he took a sip from the milk glass irresistibly, and then pushed it away: "Not to mention I'm used to being foolproof, Alfred."

A low roar of a lion came from the screen again, and the sword hung on the umbrella stand hummed continuously, and finally collapsed into countless pale golden light spots, flickering like a galaxy, and finally slowly condensed into a standing sword holding a sword. , tall and stern male warrior figure.

Bruce slowed down his breathing rate in an unclear manner. The not-so-bright light made his messy forehead hair cast a tired shadow between his brows, and blurred his not-so-obvious expression.

Onikiri on the screen stood alone in the empty living room with a blank expression, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.Different from the unfamiliar gentleness and intimacy when facing him, the Taidao in the state of being alone is sharp and aggressive, and the whole person carries a terrifying aura of not approaching strangers and killing those who approach him, just like a sword that has just been tempered by ice. water knife.

"It seems that this is the true form of Touken Fusangshen."

Alfred picked up the tray, and said with some emotion: "You must know that when you just entered the door, Master Onikiri's forbearing and aggrieved submissive expression almost made your poor old housekeeper think that you were enjoying something with some reporter or model. A unique and hot night."

For Westerners, the skeleton of an Eastern male is relatively slender and well-proportioned, and Onikiri's facial contours are too handsome. He is wearing a cross-collared blue and white samurai suit, with soft and luxurious fabrics hanging down to his ankles, and his crow-colored long hair. It fell down like a splash of ink.So even though he is close to 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, his Adam's apple is obvious, his momentum is as sharp as a lion, and he doesn't have a trace of femininity. Just looking at his back, he still looks a bit like an overly tall model girl in a Japanese kimono.

"...Master Onikiri? In a certain sense, your acceptance level really impresses me, Alfred."

Bruce said expressionlessly: "There are no reporters or models. I just refused the request to sleep with a knife. In various senses, whether it is a night watch or... this is reasonable."

"This is due to you, Master Bruce."

Alfred said without changing his face: "You know why, when the Wayne family just welcomed two extraordinary guests, Ms. Prince and Master Kent, I had this premonition. As expected, You see? In less than three months, Master Barry and Master Onikiri came to visit, and you said so every time."

This can't be blamed on Alfred, his restless master will tell him every time he brings a guest home, this dangerous Kryptonian cannot be trusted, and that lightning hamster with a sweet tooth needs special attention, but every time, the last The result is face-slapping and really fragrant.

Bruce was silent for a second, and then he took a sip of the milk glass that was pushed back in front of him with difficulty: "... just stop criticizing me, watch the surveillance now, he left the living room."

Sure enough, Fu Sangshen just stood by the umbrella stand for a while before leaving the living room, and arrived at Bruce's door without any mistakes. It was visible to the naked eye that his stern expression was like ice melting rapidly, and his indifferent pale golden pupils were stained. Feeling warm, he hesitated for a moment, then stood outside the door with a face full of shame.

What is he hesitating and guilty about?

Both Bruce and Alfred knew this well.For the master and the accompanying samurai, the night watch, also known as bedangban, is a very special task. Only the servants who are absolutely trusted by the master can be on duty at night.And Onikiri was explicitly rejected by Bruce, but still went beyond his duty to keep vigil.

"Generally speaking, there is a saying that things are like masters, but I have to admit that Master Onikiri is closer to Master Kent at certain times."

Alfred obviously benefited from the canine instinct that 23 learned from Clark, his expression softened quickly, and while putting away the mug with most of the cold milk left, he said to Bruce: "Good night, sir... I hope You'll get a good night's sleep."

Before Mr. Butler pushed the door open, Bruce heard him whispering to himself, "I hope my old bones don't scare him."

"Good night, Alfred."

Bruce added good night expressionlessly, and then went to brush his teeth again. Before falling asleep, he threw the silk nightgown aside with his chest bare, and turned his head to take a last look at the surveillance video.

Onikiri on the screen tensed his body and stood in front of Alfred pretending to be calm, his beautiful knuckles turned white. After Alfred comforted him in a low voice, although the stern young man still looked The guard was alienated, but he quietly relaxed his tense body.

At the last second of the picture, Fu Sangshen picked up the mug on the silver tray with no expression on his face, and drank the remaining milk in one gulp. With the tip of his scarlet tongue sticking out, he sipped heavily on the rim of the glass.

Bruce: "..."

He picked up the pure black silk nightgown, put it on again, and then began to think deeply about the education of swords.

...

Early the next morning, Bruce, who had slept for less than four hours, opened his eyes in cold sweat from the day after day of nightmares.

After three regular knocks on the door, Alfred pushed open the door of the room and brought new shirts and socks to him. Mr. Butler glanced at Bruce's inconspicuous bruises and cold sweat on his forehead. An experienced person handed over a silk handkerchief: "Your sleep quality is getting worse every year. In order to let me retire with peace of mind, why not treat my fragile body a little bit kindly?"

"I don't remember you being old enough to retire."

Bruce didn't care about showing his naked body in front of Alfred. After washing, he took off his baggy nightgown, put on a shirt and trousers, and finally let a pair of slender and beautiful hands button up his vest, straighten his Fold: "And I'm not fragile."

His movements paused, because the hands stretched from behind did not belong to Alfred, they were white and slender, as cold as a piece of ice, and belonged to the Tachi Onikiri he got last night.

"I'm afraid your not fragile stomach can afford a lamb chop for breakfast, so I prepared pasta and vegetable juice for you."

Alfred pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, leaned over to inspect Onikiri's results, and then nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that within two years, I will be able to train the next generation of housekeepers for the Wayne family. "

"First of all, congratulations on finding a perfect heir, but at present, your retirement plan seems to be far away."

Bruce reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth, took the tie clip and cufflinks from the butler, and said directly, "When did you come in?"

Compared with Fu Sangshen, Onikiri is closer to Yaogui. His body is cold, and he has no breathing and heartbeat. After controlling and restraining his momentum, it is difficult for even Bruce to find him.

23 subconsciously glanced at Alfred, and after noting how he made Wayne's bed, she replied: "Seven minutes and 28 seconds ago, I noticed that your breathing rate has changed."

That's when he woke up from a nightmare.

"...I really don't want another alien rescue dog to keep an eye on my heartbeat and breathing rate. You must know that sometimes the changes in the two are not all due to fear, but also sexual arousal."

Bruce took a deep breath: "After meeting Diana and Zatanna, your ability assessment must be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

23 Hanging the body Taidao back to his waist, leaning over to pick up the silk nightgown he threw on the ground, Bruce noticed that he even touched it subconsciously: "Please rest assured, Master, I will try my best to cooperate on this point You, I hope to end our running-in period as soon as possible."

Bruce: "..."

No, what should be put on the agenda as soon as possible is the issue of Toujian Fusangshen's education. He must know that a normal sword will never make such misleading and ambiguous actions like him.

He turned and went downstairs, and 23, who touched the silk fabric for the first time, also satisfied the curiosity of the poor with a mortgage on the rich world, put down the silk nightgown lightly, and turned to look at Alfred, Directly: "Who is the master's nightmare?"

"Master Thomas and Mrs. Martha, the super criminals of Gotham and the world, the lunatics of Arkham, and even Superman."

Alfred gave him a deep look: "It was true in the past, but it's probably only this one recently, the clown, he took away the second Robin of the master, and that will be the pain of his life."

23 expressionless: "The clown."