[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

With the remaining 531 points in [Arkham Slaughterhouse], Joward first used 240 points to exchange for Thor Ball and Tattoo Ball for two hours each.

He is down.

But he felt that what should be done, still had to be done.

Then, in the small attic, two sturdy men with a height of over 190cm suddenly appeared.

When the Thor Ball recovered its body, it was still standing on the bed.

With a height of 198cm, when he grew taller, his head hit the attic ceiling directly, and with a bang, a deep pit appeared on Joward's ceiling.

Sol seemed to be a normal person, while climbing out of the bed, he was shaking his muscular arms and long legs—right!This is the power of God!It's so hard to live without muscles!

Joe Ward: "I, want to... discuss something important with you. Because we had a hard time communicating before—so I guess, it will be easier this way."

Saul nodded, and pulled a bench for Er Haxia to sit on.

"My faithful steed deserves its own seat."

Erha Xia didn't sit down, and rolled over and collapsed on Joward's instep.

Sol nodded again, and praised: "Its attachment to its former owner is enough to show its loyalty."

Joe Ward: "..."

He hasn't agreed to send Erha Xia to Sol...

Joe Ward told them everything he knew about his encounter with Team One, the system tasks, the origin, the language of the ball, and Brainiac.

Should we stay in the clinic and continue to do the task, or should we stay with the first team and wait for the bats to solve the problem of the five-dimensional space?

He wants to hear what these two chaoying think, and then respect them completely.

The little doctor looked down at Zhi Nian, thought of 2-3 uncontrollably, and sucked his nose lightly.

Only then did Arthur look up at him.

He keenly caught the red corners of the opponent's eyes.

Tsk.Delicate bag.

In the dictionary of life, there is only the wild and turbulent Neptune, who evaluates him silently.

After Joward finished speaking, he weakly imitated the bat's concluding statement: "Then... is there any problem?"

Thor: "I understand. This is another test for me by the gods. After one adventure after another, I can return to Asgard with my glory and my flawless body."

Joe Ward: "..."

No, you don't seem to understand...

Thor: "I choose to fight with you, my petite partner. The real royal family will never be saved by soldiers, they will always charge at the forefront of the army."

As he said "petite buddy," he patted Joe Ward on the back with a super wide palm and slapped Joe Ward from the bed to the floor.

... The poor little doctor silently got up from the ground.

Now he turned his attention to Arthur who said nothing: "Sir..."

Aquaman: "Arthur."

Joe Ward: "Arthur, what are you thinking? Then I saw that you have been unwell today... Do you need anything? Medicine? Or a way to contact the first team?"

Arthur: "A glass of water."

Joward went downstairs to pour it for him.As he came up, he heard Arthur and Saul talking in low tones, a relaxed conversation about where to go for a drink.

Both of them were standard subwoofers, and their voices became deeper and deeper than the other, making Joe Ward's eardrums and head rumble.

Joward handed the cup into Arthur's palm, and heard their topic getting more and more biased, he added: "Now each of you has two hours of body time, once two hours pass, you will shrink, Then enter the 10 times dormancy time - during the dormancy time, you will have no combat power, so usually..."

Saul laughed: "Sounds like Cinderella's 12 o'clock ball! So much fun! The atrium always surprises me so much!"

Joe Ward: "..."

He specially gave Arthur and Thor two hours to give them enough time to relax in their original state.

So they said drink, and Joe Ward didn't say anything.

He felt that he had completed the task of explaining, so he sat quietly aside, wanting to send some news to the bat tree cave.

He first typed 2-3, feeling very depressed, so he frowned and silently deleted the number.Start to write about the two balls piecemeal.

Arthur glanced casually at the time and stood up straight.

He has an unusually sturdy physique, covering half of the light in the attic when he is standing alone, and he has just finished drinking water, the dark golden pupils are even more fierce.

Joward silently took a step back toward the corner.

... He always felt that Arthur was going to hit him.

Thor: "Where to, my ally?"

Arthur: "Not going to drink?"

He went down a step, turned his head again, and asked expressionlessly, "Are you an adult?"

Joe Ward: "?"

He looked at Sol first, then pointed hesitantly at himself.

Arthur: "Ask you."

Joe Ward: "I'm 23 years old..."

——If God gives him another chance, he will answer, 13 years old...

… Now he is sitting on a rumbling heavy locomotive, his face is dazed, his body is stiff, the countless headlights of New York streets flash past him, and the cold wind blows his face face.

He still couldn't understand how Arthur kicked the gangster who was robbing the shop opposite in 10 minutes, rode his motorcycle away, and lifted Joward in front of the car like a cat went to...

Joe Ward: "...you can just drink, why pull me??"

Arthur: "You're an adult."

Joward: "???"

This is hijacking!He wants his phone!He's going to call Captain America and Da Chao!

——Then he remembered in despair that when he was picked up in the car, he didn't even bring his mobile phone.

When Saul heard that he was going to drink, he happily said that he would change his clothes, and he would follow after a while—Joe Ward didn't even know whose clothes he was going to change, so he could only silently pray that he could find in the closet, and give Da Chao and them Christmas. Bought old clothes, otherwise he might see a Thor in a cropped T-shirt on the street...

Joe Ward gritted his teeth and said, "You put me out of the car, I don't want to go."

Arthur made a sudden stop and stopped in front of the traffic light.

With one long leg on the ground, he sat up straight on the motorcycle and said, "Then get out of the car."

Joward, who was lying on the car body, froze for a moment, stretched his head to look at the surrounding streets, and began to crawl down.

Halfway through the climb, the green light came on, and Arthur picked him up again like a cat.

Now he is completely desperate.

Not only was he kidnapped by a superhero, but this superhero also had a particularly fierce face, so fierce that he didn't even dare to say "You bastard!"

He thought that Arthur, who had drunk tattoos and burned his head, would take him to a harmonious place where he took drugs and danced disco, the kind where Joe's parents and Joe's mother told him over and over again, "Boys are not allowed in! They will be sold if they go in." place.

As a result, when Arthur stopped somewhere at the junction of New York and Metropolis, Joe Ward found that this was an ordinary old tavern with dim lights and music from the 70s.

... Sol didn't know where he went.Maybe lost.

Arthur seems to know the tavern owner.

As soon as he entered the door, he said first: "I have no money."

Boss: "On credit."

Two glasses of beer and whiskey flew over from the other side of the wine table.

Arthur pointed to Joe Ward: "Sweet for the kids. That's what Diana always ordered."

One of the glasses of beer was taken back, and a glass of fragrant and fragrant iced wine was served.Joward shrank on the high stool, carefully touched the cold glass wall, and retracted his hand again.

He didn't know that his little action looked like a cowardly animal to others.

Arthur's dark golden eyes looked over, and it was really fierce: "Drink it, it's sweet."

So Joward had to sip his mouth.He recognized it after one sip, sweet and aromatic, the wine usually served with cheese—

"Alsace Gewurztraminer."

He muttered softly.

"Oh, it seems to be understandable. I really thought you kidnapped a minor to drink."

The tavernkeeper smiled and wiped his glasses.

"I think I have a good relationship with you Zhenglian, so don't mess with me like this."

This is not pure Gewürztraminer, the alcohol content is very low, and other floral aromas have been added to the wine, which tastes icy and sweet.

Joward took a sip, and while Arthur wasn't paying attention, he stretched out his head and took another sip.

Now he knew why that Diana liked this wine.

Arthur: "The child is not happy today and is crying secretly at home. I will take him out to get some air."

Joward was suddenly exposed by him, and he blushed in embarrassment: "I didn't cry either..."

Arthur: "That's not about you."

Not long after, Sol got a small scratch on the back of his head and ran over.As soon as the two met, they found a table and started wrestling their wrists, which made the tavern owner cry out that he felt sorry for the table.

Joe Ward sat in the corner and watched them wrestle their arms, drinking slowly while holding the wine.He really doesn't like to go out, unless someone drags him, he may die in his own clinic, let alone go to the bar at night.

But the slow music, shaky lights, and old comic posters in this tavern made him feel that everything was just right.

Not to mention a bespectacled Clark Kent running in a few minutes later.He ran in without ordering anything, first he gave the little doctor a gentle hug.

Arthur: "So this is how you guys—Squad [-] get along?"

It's no wonder that a squeamish bag came out.

He felt strange that such a white and soft child could go around doing tasks with the superheroes of Zhenglian and Avengers?

Not to mention being shot, it is estimated that if a knife wipes off his finger, he will roll up and cry in pain.

Clark only said: "Arthur, next time you want to take him out for a drink, you can actually tell us first. The mission is the same—especially when you learn that there will be bats."

He also left a contact information for Arthur and Saul.

I saw the man with domineering tattoos on the surveillance, picked up the little doctor, got into the car and ran away. He and the US team worked hard to dispel Tony's idea of ​​directly launching the Mark armor to hang the motorcycle.

Arthur took the time to glance at the coquettish bag.

At this moment, the child is holding the wine and drinking slowly, listening to Saul and Clark talking.She curled her cat lips all night, and curved back a little.

The gray feeling of helplessness in the face of misfortune that had been hiding in the blue eyes was finally gone now.

So the golden-eyed man drank by himself and stopped looking at him.

...And that night, the big bat still didn't hear from the little boy.