[Comprehensive English and American] This is not a serious day-to-day

In religious classics or fantasy novels, evil creatures are described, demons, devils, evil gods, all kinds of creatures born in the darkest and darkest are hidden in the alien space, coveting the main material plane all the time, eager to destroy the material world Of any life in the world, a few will trade with creatures of the Material Plane, deceiving countless races through subtle lies.

Greedy people try to get something for nothing, desperate people try to realize their wishes, countless people seek ways to summon the devil, sell what they have left to these monsters from hell, and finally reduce to nothing, only a few people can gain in the deal with the devil. If there is no benefit, most people will lose everything together with their souls.

However, few people know that even evil creatures also have camps and rank chains. The higher-ranked beings naturally have an aura to suppress the lower-ranked beings. The hatred between the chaotic camp and the lawful camp even exceeds that of good forces, the abyss and hell. They are two completely different planes.

The abyss belongs to the devil, and hell belongs to the devil. The soul of the former echoes the echo of the will of the abyss, sinking in the endless desire to kill and devour, while the latter uses lies and deals to play with human beings, appreciating the despair and pain of mortals, just like chaos In eternal hostility to order, demons and demons can never coexist peacefully.

But the same thing is that all evil creatures will covet the purest dark blood in spite of fear.

The cool wind swept across the room, and the candlelight flickered in the strong wind, illuminating the man's slightly ferocious sallow face. He was staring at the mirror, his deep-set eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his breathing was as rough as The bellows roared, flickering on and off under the dim candlelight, looking strange and terrifying.

The candle flames flickered more and more violently, and finally rose sharply. For a while, the room was brightly lit, and the next second, the red candles covering the room were all extinguished, and the darkness engulfed the entire space with a howling roar.

The man screamed, and before he could relight the candle, a circle of blood-red flames suddenly ignited from under the mirror, and the frame of the mirror slowly melted under the licking of the flame, but the mirror surface was dark, like a long path leading to an impossible place. knowing darkness.

Footsteps sounded from the depths of the faint path, the man's pupils shrank, he licked his lips, stared at the mirror with half fear and half expectation, holding his breath waiting for the final result.

A figure came from the depths of the path, and quickly walked into the light range of the flames.

He has a dull middle-aged man's face, dressed like a salesman, with a black coat, trousers, top hat, and a briefcase, looking very polite.

"Good evening," he said in a melodious tone, "follow your call, I heard your wish, you are willing to sign a contract with me, are you?"

The man regained his senses from the shock, trembling with a half-crying expression, he said frantically: "Yes! Yes! I summoned you—one of the seven devils in hell! Please—"

He began to talk about his past upside down, and every sentence was enough to make Grammar cry, and make the words want to disintegrate themselves, so as not to end up in pieces in his mouth, but the summoned devil showed superb professionalism, Not only was he not impatient, but with an encouraging smile, he pushed his monocle and continued to listen to the man's confused expression kindly.

When the man finished speaking, the devil nodded: "Okay, I already know your wish—"

This was originally an ordinary "deal with the devil" story, but at this moment, the devil suddenly changed his expression, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The human disguise disappeared from his face, and the expression revealed only belonged to the devil in hell. His eyes were a mixture of frightening ecstasy and hunger, evil enough and creepy enough.

The devil licked his lips, looked away, looked at the man in front of him, and said politely: "Unfortunately, but our transaction needs to be postponed for a while, and I need to go to a feast now."

"What? No, you can't—"

But it was too late, the devil showed an expectant smile, snapped his fingers while holding the briefcase, the flame suddenly went out, and the room was once again engulfed in dead silence and darkness.

……

The advantage of holding hands is that even if Rania can only see the swaying red head now, she doesn't have to worry about falling into the sewer with her feet empty.

However, in the next month, Mister can basically be regarded as offline and unable to do anything, Rania had to transfer her consciousness back to Wayne Manor, after all, she can still use the method of "turning grief into appetite" here. Excuse to eat the cake... On the side of the red hood, I can only watch the red head float.

After following the red hood to reach the destination, Rania listened to the door knock and followed him into the room absent-mindedly, not guarding against a question coming straight at him.

"Are you going to follow me every step of the way for the next month?" Red Hood asked.

Rania: "...Is it your habit to say the obvious truth out loud?"

She heard Red Hood laugh lowly.

"I'm going to sleep with you, girl, and you're listening?" he said.

Raniya thought to herself, isn't this obvious, she can only hide in his body and pretend that she doesn't exist: "If you need help with props, I can—"

The black mist can freely transform into any weapon, but it is more troublesome to use it if it is not the host. For example, Raniya can only attach to her human shell for a short time, and most of the time it is just hidden in the clothes and transforms into a Claws or armor, but if you switch to someone else, it's basically impossible to use her.

But for the Red Hood, this problem does not exist. Rania thought about it carefully, and felt that she could actually be a tentacles assistant in theory... Of course she wouldn't do that.

Red Hood: "..."

Jason imagined the scene for a moment.

A second later, he shivered, dispelled the weird thoughts in his head, and firmly rejected Mister's proposal: "No, no, no, thank you."

He watched Mist narrow his eyes slightly, and twitched the corners of his mouth, the arc was not big, but the irony was beyond words.

...Jason thought he was wrong, so he pretended not to see it.

"What should I call you?" he asked.

His attitude was not so sharp, Mist glanced at him, sighed, and the gloomy and cold breath slowly receded from the golden pupils.

Her tone was low: "Mister is fine."

...Jason felt that he could quite understand Mister's depression.Think about it, she will never leave her for the next month, unless she runs to Wayne Manor, she can't even go back to see Rania, it's like a forced breakup.

After confirming that Mist must follow him closely, Jason also had an idea about how to ask for help behind her back and his friends.

Even if you keep an eye on him all the time, it is impossible for Mist to decipher the encrypted message in a short period of time, thanks to Tim Drake—or something else, it doesn't matter, he didn't miss those bat phones, and contacted in this way He'll thank them when he goes to them.

It is absolutely impossible for him to accept a one-month adaptation period. Before that, he has to get rid of this parasitic relationship, depending on the situation, whether he should get rid of this parasitic creature by the way.

But now, Jason felt that he could let go of the latter idea. Although the two of them were still fighting for life and death just now, it now seemed that it was all a misunderstanding, and there was really no need to fight to the death.

Not long after, he was sitting on the sofa, holding the bat phone, with a serious look on his face.

After connecting to the inside line of the Batcave, Jason's tense spirit relaxed a little, and he quickly sent a message to Dick to confirm whether he was still alive and flirting with girls, and whether he had flirted with his sister's girlfriend.

As he sent the message, he glanced cautiously aside.

The white hair like wire was scattered around his hands. The safe room was not big, and the single bed was even narrower. The girl curled up beside him, her eyes closed, and her thick and curled eyelashes hung down like a small piece of snowflake.

The two of them hate each other now. After confirming that there is only a single bed here, Mister simply fell down on the bed, her slender body curled up, her face was as cold as an ice rose, and she almost hung a piece of " Red Hoods and Red Hoods Keep Out" sign.

Her attitude of not getting close to strangers was exactly what Jason wanted, and it was also convenient for him to send messages to the Batcave.After confirming that Mister was not awake, he turned his attention back to his phone, and while furtively editing the message, he thought in confusion that this scene seemed a little familiar.

...It seems a bit like an affair scene.

Jason pondered for a while, and decided not to consider how similar his current behavior was to a scumbag.

It's all the oppression of life.Jason consoled himself.

He didn't want to give in, but life was a bit heavy, and he could grow a bunch of tentacles.

A bubble flashed in the dialog box, and "Night Wing" replied to his message. Jason immediately cheered up and looked at the phone screen.

RedHood: Are you alive?

Nightwing: [image]

The picture was quite blurry, and the two people could only be vaguely distinguished. Jason was very puzzled. He didn't know why Dick sent this. If he didn't know that it was impossible, he would even think that Dick sent it by mistake.

He zoomed in on the picture for a while, and suddenly felt a little cold behind him.

...The picture above is him, and Mister.

At this moment, Red Hood suddenly realized how shameless the relationship between Mister and Rania would make their current bonded state look...

Apparently Dick thought so too, and he quickly sent another message.

Nightwing: Bruce doesn't know yet, but I guess soon, after all Tim didn't go back tonight.

RedHood: ...and believe it or not, it's complicated.

Nightwing: Oh.

Jason: "..."

He squeezed the phone and started to have a headache.

RedHood: Listen, Grayson, whatever you think, it's not like that, nothing, do you know what she is?

Jason Todd mobilized all his language skills. He succinctly described his experience tonight, highlighting his innocence and misfortune, with sincere feelings and beautiful language. After reading it through, he felt that he could definitely apply for a reporter job. Only when Superman's rice bowl was satisfied, he knocked and sent it.

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and a simple emoji was sent.

Nightwing: Turn your head, Jay :)

Jason: "..."

Red Hood suddenly had a very bad premonition.

This premonition prompted him to turn his head numbly and look at the window of the safe house——

Eyes met Nightwing, who was lying on the window in uniform.

His brother glanced at him faintly, and tilted his head. Jason's gaze lowered with him, and fixed on the sleeping white-haired girl beside him.

In the middle of the night, lonely man and widow, one bed.

Ye Yi's eyes froze.

Jason: "..."

He felt he heard Dick's sanity snap.

……

Mister actually doesn’t need to sleep, but it’s boring to put her consciousness in the red hood, so Rania closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and focused her attention back on the dessert in front of her, feeling the delicate and sweet taste on the tip of her tongue. I had a great time eating.

Not long after putting down the dessert, Dick left the room in a hurry.

"Good night, Rania." He said softly before leaving.

Raniya was pierced by this "good night", and her heart melted into honey water. She only hated that she was still in the adaptation period and couldn't let the black mist protect Dick all the time.

Ah, Dick is so cute.The little girl thought dizzily.

He's just as cute as her labrador, and he's so much thinner than her father that he's light enough for a mountain bike!You have to pick it up and put it together with your own human shell to protect it!

"Good night." She said softly.

She didn't know that this good night made Dick even more tender... the heart of wanting to beat dogs and men became more and more determined.

After Dick left, Rania happily ate dessert, hardly thinking about the headaches over the red hood, but at this moment, a sudden sound of glass breaking broke her comfort.

Rania:?

In the safe house, the white-haired girl opened her eyes and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The first thing that catches the eye is a touch of red.

The intruder who broke in through the window had a red bird on his chest, and that was the only part Rania could see. The red bird's wings stretched to her shoulders, outlining a red V shape, and the fabric fit the beautiful chest. The shape, the ups and downs between the movements, it looks like a young lady.

The big-breasted lady with a deep V fell from the sky, grabbed the red hood, raised her fist without saying a word, and began to beat her up.

Rania: ...? ? ? ? ? ?

Is this... a violent scumbag?

The other party came too suddenly, and the red hood didn't react for a moment, and it was only after being punched that he came back to his senses, and roared furiously: "Why are you crazy?"

Another punch was his answer.

He jumped out of bed and began to fight with each other full of anger. The two rolled into a ball on the ground, and the whole room was filled with various impacts and the muffled sound of fists hitting flesh.

Hearing the sound of fist-to-flesh fighting, Rania was dumbfounded, and stayed for a while, thinking of her current position, she suddenly shivered.

and many more……!

The little girl curled up on the bed and shivered.

If this is the young lady who came to beat up the scumbag...then isn't she the third person who was caught and raped in bed? ? ?