I don't want to be a good person for the younger brother of the protagonist of the American man

The moment Zatanna reached out and touched the scepter of the mind, the magic power overflowed from her body like a sudden awakening, like a purple cyclone rising and surging in the lounge, making her mysterious and powerful in the magician uniform.

The daze in the depths of her purple eyes dissipated, and the mysterious runes flashed.

at the same time.

Thousands of kilometers away from Gotham, in the ruins of an ancient cave.

At the end of the deep darkness of the cave, an old woman dressed as a witch, wearing a black turban and cloak, with deep wrinkles on her face, suddenly let out a scream.

She suddenly coughed up a mouthful of sticky blood, and her cloudy eyes were full of disbelief: "My magic has been unlocked, how is this possible..."

The spiritual magic is not so easy to untie, unless there is a magician who is stronger than her to assist.

"Is it in Gotham?" The mysterious witch's eyes showed deep fear, and her figure disappeared in the silent darkness of the cave.

Gotham, the magic show venue, the magician's exclusive lounge.

The scepter's light faded quickly, only the magic power on Zatanna's body was still like actual energy, constantly stirring and sweeping out, following her every move and even her heartbeat and breathing.

"I remember it all." Zatana murmured softly.

She remembered that she was not a magician, but a real magician, from a magical family of both parents.

Her father took her to travel all over the country since she was a child, and while performing in the circus to earn travel expenses, she also practiced her irony and magic, until she met a powerful witch.

The other party cast a very powerful magic on her, which separated her from her father, and she could not be reunited for the rest of her life unless the magic was broken.

Now, that evil, curse-like magic is lifted.

Zatanna recalled everything about magic, but also about her father's whereabouts.

All of this is just because she touched the scepter just now and borrowed the power of the scepter.

Zatana woke up like a dream, and then looked at the corner of the dressing room, the scepter in the basket full of clothes had disappeared.

Zatana seemed to be aware of turning around, and saw the boy who disappeared in the dressing room just now, standing behind her more than once, watching her with a smile.

"Loya... who the hell are you?"

Zatanna, who has recovered her lost memory and magic, is still full of doubts when facing the boy.

"I said that I am also a magician, do you believe it?" Loya's mouth slightly raised.

"Of course." Zatana nodded firmly, and asked again: "Why did you help me?"

Loya spread his hands: "At first it was just because of a bet with someone. But, more importantly, aren't we friends? Helping friends is a matter of course."

"Friend?" Zatanna's purple eyes reflected the boy, covered her mouth and let out a happy smile: "Yes, we are friends."

"It's a pity, I don't think we will be able to see the magic master's wonderful performance tonight." Luo Ya joked pretending to be regretful.

"Don't worry, after I find my father, no matter how many times you want to see magic tricks, or magic tricks, I will perform for you, my dear friend."

Zatana smiled lightly, stretched out her hand and poured Loya into her arms, and gently stroked the back of his head.

……

this evening.

The staff of the magic show venue issued an announcement that today and the recent magic show were canceled due to the unwell magic master Zatanna, and the Gotham audience sighed in disappointment.

Leaving the magic show venue, Loya walked alone in the Gotham amusement park.

On this day, teacher Wonder Woman left Gotham, and her new friend Zatanna also left.

Suddenly feeling a little lonely under the night of Gotham, Luo Ya took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "It's me, come and pick me up by car, I'll take you to a place."

10 minute later.

A motorcycle stopped in front of a new bar in the Burnley district of Gotham.

The location of this bar is between the underground and the ground. The location is not considered a bustling area, but it has only been open for a week, and it is full of guests almost every day.

The reason why the business is so booming is not because the wine here is delicious, nor because the environment and service are good, but because...

In the Poison Ivy Bar, the large main hall seemed crowded due to the continuous flow of business. Twenty or thirty Gotham drinkers were drinking spirits and chatting, while staring at the woman who was mixing drinks at the bar with blurred eyes.

The woman is in her early 20s, with a charming and outstanding appearance, fair skin like snow, and a protruding figure that is even more attractive. The green and thin long skirt wraps her mature body lightly, like a budding rose People can't wait to peel off the petals to see the splendor of the flower core inside.

It would be worth dying to taste the sweetness of this rose!

This is the uncontrollable thought of many drinkers at the scene.

Of course, they all just watched from a distance, and no one dared to make offensive moves, or even approached him.

Roses are gorgeous, but they have thorns.

When this bar opened a few days ago, with Gotham's simple folk customs, it's not like there were no drinkers who wanted to offend and tease the female boss.

As a result, before the hand touched the female boss, she was pierced through the palm of the hand by the other party with an ice chisel.

A few days later, the other party died of bizarre poisoning at home. The Gotham police came here to investigate, but there was no evidence pointing to the female boss.

But obviously, the drinkers didn't think it was just an accident and a coincidence, so no one dared to easily touch this thorny poisonous rose.

Don't dare to touch it, but it's good to enjoy it...

While the drinkers were enjoying the wine intoxicated, the door of the bar was suddenly pushed open again, and a teenager who looked like he was underage walked in. He was wearing a cowboy hat and couldn't see his face clearly. The female proprietress at the bar whistled: "Miss proprietress, have a glass of wine, it would be even better if you could feed it to me!"

The main hall of the bar, which was full of feasting and feasting lights, suddenly became silent.

The drinkers at the scene were dumbfounded, thinking to themselves, where did this kid come from?It's over!

The glamorous female boss at the bar looked at the young man, was slightly taken aback, covered her mouth with a casual smile, and said, "It's not impossible."

All of a sudden, there was a sound of broken wine glasses falling to the ground in the bar.

"If you damage a wine glass, you need to pay ten dollars." Poison Ivy glanced coldly at the people in the main hall, and announced coldly: "In addition, the bar will be closed early tonight."

After clearing the Poison Ivy Bar, Loya took off his cowboy hat and sat on a chair at random.

"You are here. After all, you are the owner of this bar."

The Poison Ivy Girl was no longer indifferent as before, she looked at the young man with eyes full of joy, showing a beautiful smile on her face, as if she was fully blooming from a budding state.