[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

Bruce followed the brave to enjoy a camping meal on the side of the road.

The food was bruce grilled and tasted surprisingly good.

In all fairness, Bruce doesn't know how to cook.He just likes to add his own little creativity when cooking, and doesn't trust the experience of his predecessors so much.

As a result, Ah Fu forbade him to step into the kitchen again, preferring to eat burgers with a knife and fork outside.

There are no pretentious conditions in the wild, and Bruce and the brave are holding a shaved branch and biting the grilled fish on it.

The brave man picked up several twigs, with roasted broccoli on them, and sprinkled a little seasoning from the huge luggage bag.

She inserted all the branches into the soil in front of Bruce, and said earnestly, "Eat more vegetables."

Bruce looked at the oozing green beside his hand, and then at the brave man who was holding a grilled fish and gnawed it with wide eyes.

"Is it good for the body?"

The brave man nodded solemnly, "It's good for the body."

Bruce pulled off half of the broccoli in front of him and put it in front of the brave man, "Eat more, it's also good for your health."

One big one and one small hypocritically shirk the ownership of the broccoli.

April looked gloomily at the broccoli split equally by Bruce, "Okay," she murmured, "it's something healthy, let's eat it together."

Bruce quietly observed the brave man who was frowning over the vegetables.

Combined with the copy of Ai Puli they saw before entering the dream, the brave man in front of them may not be the only "Ai Puli" in the dream.

Bruce doesn't think it's a coincidence that he meets one of the "Appleys" as soon as he enters the dream.Behind the seemingly coincidental results, every bit of driving factor is related.

Considering the identity of the hero, the dragon corresponding to her may also be played by a special person.

The identity setting and storyline of this dream are somewhat fairy tale style.Assuming that Ai Puli's mother can control her identity, she will choose an identity with power or extraordinary power, and the possibility that she is a dragon cannot be ruled out.

He couldn't see the grudging, graceful eating of broccoli strung on a twig, "I'll go with you to the dragon's cave."

The brave is still trying to share some of his vegetables with Bruce, "Are you going to hunt down the dragon too?"

"I want to meet the dragon," Bruce said, pushing the broccoli back nonchalantly.

When the plan failed, the brave man frowned, imagining that he was eating a steak that he forgot to put salt in, but the shape was cut a bit strangely.

Bruce asked her, "Why are you the only one in your village who set out to hunt down the dragon, and the adults didn't go?"

"Because I'm a brave man," said the brave man, gnawing on a green steak cut into the shape of broccoli. "Everyone has their own job, and the job of a brave man is to hunt down dragons."

"Are not you afraid?"

The brave man thought about it seriously, and even the expression on the face of eating vegetables did not look so painful.

"I still feel scared," she stretched out her finger and gestured a slit, "There's only so much fear, don't tell others."

"No." Bruce solemnly promised, "You are brave enough."

Instead, the brave felt embarrassed, and she poked small holes on the ground with the branches of the broccoli, "But others say that the brave is a very powerful person, but I am not very good."

Bruce looked at the luggage next to the hill, and remembered the small figure of the brave man who was completely covered by the luggage when he was walking on the road.

He suspects that the villagers' perception of Li is not powerful needs to be reversed.

"It is not the responsibility of one person to seek peace in a certain place," he said. "You can regard these as your pursuits, your ideals, but others cannot think that this is what you should do."

The brave man looked up at Bruce, her blue eyes were clear and clear, like a calm lake, like a mirror.

"Do you think so?" she asked.

In a daze, this question coincided with what Alfred said.He thought of every birthday he had, every time he broke himself.

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"Gotham needs me," so he gave himself, body and soul.Talking about responsibility with the brave here, it seems that he is lenient to others and strict with himself.

"Just a thought." Bruce looked away, and packed their bags.

One hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, with little strength.

Bruce turned his head, and the brave opened eyes that were lighter than Dick's, resembling Dick asking Bruce a question when he was a child, "What do you think is a successful crusade?"

She gestured in distress, "Should I fight the dragon away, or lock it up, or should I chop off her head?"

"It depends on what the dragon does," Bruce said, "but beheading is too bloody for a kid your age."

"That's right." The brave man propped his chin up, "It seems that the evil dragon didn't do many heinous things, she just scares the people who live around here."

"It seems that you have your own ideas."

"But I still want to see her with my own eyes." The brave man said, she looked at Bruce, and suddenly asked a question, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Bruce didn't speak, he stepped on the fire that was still smoking in front of him, and wiped away the traces.

A murderer who murdered a rich man, a philanthropist, a father, son and possibly a husband.The murderer may be the same person as the victim.

He packed the bag-like luggage and carried it on the brave man's back, "Do you know the exact location of the evil dragon?"

The evil dragon used by people to divert the topic lay on the tip of the golden mountain, its tail flicking contentedly.The tip of the tail slapped the gold coins.

Next to her was Barbara, whom she had invited to lie on the dragon's treasure.The two lay head to head, shoulder to shoulder, on top of a pile of shocking gold, silver and jewels.The body is uncomfortable, but the spirit is happy.

The brave are talking about the dragon, and the dragon is talking about the brave.

"I haven't done anything that is too much to be tolerated," the evil dragon complained. "It's the villagers who are afraid of me. It's none of my business!"

"Have you considered moving to another mountain?" Barbara asked. "Listen, there are forests where the residents have signs of animals. You can try moving there."

"It's all the same," the evil dragon waved his hand, "I'm always different, and it's really troublesome to move."

Barbara sighed with her. "It must be hard to move all this shiny stuff."

She turned her head, looked at the immature horns emerging from the dragon's hair, and restrained her hand that was about to move.

Emotionally, she quite understands the mentality of the evil dragon.

After all, Barbara is a very thoughtful girl. She has encountered many hidden rejections and puzzles since she was a child.

When she chose to become Batgirl, when she was paralyzed and sat in a wheelchair, when she gave herself the code name "Oracle".

When she handled the case for the first time as Batgirl, Dick was still Robin. At that time, there were not many female superheroes without superpowers and special identities. Since then, she understood that she was a special one among the crowd.

This special feeling became more intense after she was hurt and sat in a wheelchair. This time, not only the masked Batgirl was scrutinized, but also the disabled Barbara became the object of criticism.

She experienced a major turning point in her life, pain, despair, struggle, and getting out. The name of Batgirl was passed to Stephanie, passed to Cassandra, and turned back to her.

Nothing seems to have changed, but something has quietly disappeared in the process, and something new has been introduced into Barbara's life.

The days of flying in the night sky of Gotham coincided with the days of being stuck in a wheelchair and unable to walk. They were like a hammer, hitting and shaping Barbara who was burning red and hot in the furnace of life.

Barbara touched the dragon's head, and the dragon looked at her. She took the opportunity to squeeze the sharp horns of the dragon, which were slightly hard, but the tips were a little soft.

"It's good to live here, and other people shouldn't hinder you." Barbara withdrew her hand, "What are you going to say to the brave man?" She smiled, "Are you going to duel with her?"

"No," said the dragon solemnly, "I will mock her height severely."

"Who is going to laugh at my height?" A dissatisfied shout came from the entrance of the cave.

The dragon and Barbara lifted themselves from the golden hill.

The first thing they saw was a huge black shadow, at least 1.8 meters above.The black shadow has a strong body and strong muscles, and the evil dragon's eyes are round and he gasps.

The black shadow took a step forward, illuminated by the splendor in the cave.Bruce was carrying a bulging luggage bag that was almost stuck in the hole.

A girl circled behind his legs, the brave man and the dragon on top looked at each other, the brave man's eyes were wider than the dragon's.

She crossed her waist and yelled angrily, "You are as tall as me at all, where are you from a monster, you actually despise me for being short!"

"I'm taller than you!" The evil dragon sat up from the golden mountain and said angrily, "Don't take the dragon's horns for height!"

"Longjiao can be counted as height, so my luggage can also be counted!"

The evil dragon hummed a few times, and was furious at the brave man's questioning of her height. She jumped down and fought with the brave man.You grab my face, I grab your horns, and roll on the pile of gold coins.

Barbara watched from the side for a long time, but didn't see any lethality from the two of them, and her hair hasn't shattered until now.

Bruce put the luggage aside, "Did you meet anyone else?"

"No," Barbara shrugged, "I'm concentrating on being the baby dragon's spoils."

She admired the magnificent scene of Dragon Quest, and said softly, "There is a royal family in this kingdom, and I guess there is someone we are looking for in that place."

Bruce's expression remained unchanged, only the corner of his mouth curled up narrowly, "Do you think Dick will be the king of this country?"

"That's not necessarily true," Barbara said regretfully. "If he was a king or a prince, he would have been captured by the evil dragon and enshrined on the Golden Mountain."

Barbara smiled, "He must be very popular in this world."