[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

Under the vicious, cruel and ruthless questioning of the clown father (in fact, she didn't), little Angie finally complained about what happened before she suddenly appeared in Arkham.

Little Anqi looks like a girl of seven or eight years old now, but she doesn't know how old she is.

As predicted by the clown, if there is no one who has pure malice towards Angie and does something, she cannot kill without reason.Otherwise, the wounds she inflicted on others will also appear on her correspondingly.At the same time, the self-healing ability will also fail.This is the price she has to pay for her ability to heal herself.And the clown's magical touch seems to have found a loophole in Angie's unreasonable restrictions-to solve it before Angie "kills" people.

Speaking of this restriction, the clown felt that it was more like a curse.

Killing people by hand, this is the choice, it all depends on whether you "want" or "don't want to".

As for Angie, she was deprived of her freedom to "take life" (injure or kill).

No one knows where this curse-like restriction comes from.

As long as little Anqi can remember, she has been locked in a laboratory that has seen no light, let alone the geometry of the years.But there was a vague image in her stereotyped memory of a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes.She was wearing a white dress, and she lowered her head to caress her bulging belly.An Qi couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but only remembered the gentle corners of her lips.

The laboratory was deduced by the clown based on Little Angie's words.As for that woman, no need to guess, she is probably little An Qi's biological mother.

—but that's not important.

The ugly master ignored her directly.

"White walls everywhere", "There are no windows that can see the outside", "There are many adults and friends who wear white coats and glasses like Mommy before"...In addition, when I first met little Angie, she was dressed like that. The clothes that looked more like hospital gowns than his own and the mutant suppressors on his feet, there was nothing the clown didn't understand.

But that's what makes it weird.

When little Anqi met the clown for the first time, her mother tongue "Daddy" revealed her nationality - Huaxia.

In China, the mutant suppressor is a contraband.

Since the end of the Second World War, China, the great country in the east, has grown stronger again at an astonishing speed after a short period of recuperation.Strongly known as one of the five permanent members of the United Nations.

At the beginning of the 21st century, mutants with X-gene abilities were exposed to the eyes of the world. As one of the world's top five hooligans, Huaxia launched the "Mutant Citizen Protection Law" with behaviors that the U.S. emperor could not understand.

The four big hooligans other than Huaxia couldn't figure out what the little buddy was doing without scratching their heads.Foreign media have also published "China threat theory" and "China conspiracy theory" openly and secretly, and made full use of the old Chinese saying that "people who are not my race must have different hearts", and accused China's decision-making of self-destruction. Humans are in charge.

Huaxia?

The people of Huaxia all over the country laughed.

Since the 80s, the hidden mysterious power has gradually come into the public eye. In the millennium, the Chinese government chose to make it completely public, and the people of the whole country were refreshed by the "immortal cultivation" and "supernatural power" that only existed in novels.Under the wise leadership of the party, the whole country has been unified, and a new era of coexistence of science and technology, cultivation, and metaphysics has entered.

Mutants with the X gene are heterogeneous?

Holding an ID card, the humanoid monster who is also a Chinese citizen hahaha.

In my Great China, humans and monster races can intermarry and have babies, and you still tell me "not my race"?

They are all species on the earth, who is more noble than whom!

There are not many monster clans, and those who can cultivate human form are even rarer. In a large country with a population of more than one billion, the monster clan is comparable to the existence of the national treasure giant panda.In particular, the big demon who lived the history is a small publicity held by historians and bigwigs in various fields.

The overwhelming accusations from the foreign media made Xiaogongju, who felt that "things hurt his kind", feel a little emotional.Including Lord Shenlong who is regarded as the patron saint of China.Going deep into its origin, this is the ancestor of the Yaozu.

Before the others have spoken, Huaxia's leadership team will quit!

Those gringos know shit!

Goddamn my Great China's Shenlong, after going through the war for so long in the last century, finally recovered and opened his eyes after the Beijing Olympics, and the weather in China has been smooth in the following years.The leadership team is still thinking about getting Master Shenlong to move away from the Qinling Mountains and go to the desert to sneezes a few times so they can plant trees.The foreign media took this big shit pot over.

The group of sand sculptures' mindless spraying made the Ministry of Foreign Affairs stationed in the United Nations and embassies of various countries very angry.

How much manpower, material resources and small money will be saved by letting Lord Shenlong move his feet?How many schools will be built and how many poverty alleviation projects will be done with the little money saved!You capitalist big asses know a lot!

Threat theory?

The Minister of Foreign Affairs really wanted to sacrifice the country's distribution to him, and he could turn it into a [-]-meter machete to slash at any danger, so that this group of unsophisticated capitalists could try the power of a new weapon that combines cultivation and science.

Fight back!

Must fight back!

If you don't go back, you will be sorry for your self-proclaimed "descendant of the dragon".

As a result, Huaxia, which has been quietly engaged in development, quickly implemented the "Mutant Protection Law" in the country with a firm attitude.

In China, mutants with abilities can choose whether to have this sudden ability according to their own wishes.After all, not all abilities that mutants possess are completely harmless.

For example, there was once a mutant who had nuclear energy in his body, and he couldn't control himself.If one is not good, the whole person will explode, and the surrounding buildings within a kilometer will be razed to the ground.

No one wants such abilities to hurt others and themselves.It is difficult to control such an ability, but it is easy to eliminate this ability.The vaccine developed by the Academy of Cultivation Sciences is injected into the tube, not to mention the supernatural power, and the cultivation base can be eliminated for you.

It's a long way off. Although the clown doesn't understand China's national conditions, he does know about mutants' rights protection.Such things as mutant suppressors are absolutely forbidden in China.That laboratory has absolutely no guts to build it in Huaxia.However, if it's not Huaxia on the other side of the ocean, but in the United States, where did An Qi learn her mother tongue?

No one knows this, including An Qi herself.

The clown is not interested in knowing either.He only knew that the little girl was now his daughter, his little treasure!

And little Angie was rescued when she met the clown.

There is a new kind-hearted doctor in the laboratory. According to the clown's guess, that person may be an undercover agent of the mutant organization.

That person was in charge of the group of children that Angie was in.From time to time, I would tell them stories about the outside world, and brought them a hand-painted mutant story.The doctor paid special attention to An Qi. After he discovered that An Qi had the ability to control metal, he looked at her very tenderly and pointed to the armored, purple man in the drawing book.That man is just a back view in the scriptures, standing in mid-air, the purple cloak behind him flutters in the wind, and the metal around him is formed into huge sharp blades in several rows, like a loyal knight, guarding their king, as long as he As soon as he gave an order, he overcame all obstacles for him.

"This is your father." The doctor said softly, his gentle brown eyes full of nostalgia.

"...That's it." The little girl told about her past experience, and seriously thought about whether she had missed anything.It's not difficult to see her trust in the clown from this undisguised appearance, but she doesn't know that the daddy she relies on wholeheartedly is not the "daddy" that the doctor said at all.The clown also knew this, but he didn't steal the child's self-consciousness at all, and even secretly planned to ask people to find out the man who could control metal and like to wear purple clothes, and shoot him when he was found.

—Oh, no no no.

The man could control metal, which was a bit of a hassle.

but it does not matter.

There was an exaggerated smile on the clown's pale face, with obvious malice.

——He still has a lot of bombs.

Little Anqi didn't know that the dear father in front of her was planning how to murder her "brother".She is still telling the story behind.

"Then... suddenly a group of other people broke in, and the doctor brought a few people with him, saying he wanted to rescue us."

"But, before we come out, there's boom!" An Qi opened her hands and made a big circle, "It exploded."

"The sound was very loud, and his ears hurt. Xiao Bai seemed to be frightened. There was a white light on his body, and he said he wanted to run for his life."

"After that, I met my father." After finishing speaking, the little girl smiled happily and hugged the clown.The little head was rubbing against his arms, like a lost cub that was finally found, extremely attached.

The clown was obviously very satisfied with Angie's close and dependent attitude. He stretched out his hand to smooth the baby's hair, and then raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Dimension teleportation."

"Huh?" Little Anqi raised her head and blinked at him, obviously not understanding what "space teleportation" was.After the clown gave a brief explanation, she nodded, "Xiaobai ran out before, but she came back not long after. She said she was caught. Then, the collars around our necks were removed and replaced with Thin circles."

As she spoke, An Qi raised her foot subconsciously, her ankle was empty.Oh yes, the circle has been removed by the clown and turned into a pile of broken parts.

"Speaking of which, I also want to thank that... Xiaobai you mentioned?" The clown smiled, but that smile didn't look like gratitude at all.

"Yeah." The little girl nodded without any objection.Although that Xiaobai always snatched her tortillas to eat, but since he sent himself to his father, please forgive him.

As for thanks...

what is that?

Angie was never taught.And the ugly father, how could he teach this?

Thinking of the restriction of "not a villain at all" on little Angie, the pale and gloomy handsome face of this crime lord of Gotham looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh, baby..." He said in a low and dangerous voice, in a tone that seemed to be sighing and softly reproaching, "You really will make trouble for Dad."