[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"No," Dickie said seriously, "I have to correct a little bit, I didn't."

But the action is very honest.With the tactical baton pinned to his waist, he took out the small medical kit and squatted down to carefully examine the injuries of his youngest brother.

Red Hood took a few steps forward, watching Dicky bird inspecting the devil cub with a full face.

"Tsk."

"By the way, Little Wing," a relieved Dick turned his head and winked at Red Hood, full of wisecracks.

"Your new jacket is so cute, but the color is too dark. Do you want to consider changing to a lighter color?"

Water-pink graffiti is printed on the back, vaguely like smeared abstract style lines, hooked and circled, and a small heart of the same color is painted on the chest near the heart.

Speaking of which, is this a trendy art genre?Stylish teen dick preying.

Red Hood glared at him and turned to the wall.

This action made Dick's heart shudder, he slowed down the bandaging action, and glanced at the red hood suspiciously.

Little Wing is not quite right today, he looks full of worries.

Damian covered his forehead with one hand and struggled to support himself against the wall behind him.Robin, who just came out of the dungeon, still can't control his body well.

...It feels like a stuttering feeling of network delay.

What a bad metaphor, Damian sneered from the bottom of his heart.

"Little D, how do you feel?" Dick's brisk voice rang in his ears.

These words effectively dispelled Red Hood's extremely powerful taunt. If that fellow Todd dared to say one more word, he would definitely raise his knife and kill him!

"Can't die."

He closed and opened his eyes to adjust to the gradual normalization of vision after the rotational blur.

Damian just woke up and regained consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Nightwing and Red Hood coming quickly, and received a wave of ridicule from Red Hood by the way.

It seems that Batman has installed other locators on him, and Damian's mood is a bit complicated.

During the days when he was trapped, he did have a faint expectation in his heart, looking forward to his father descending from the sky.

Descend from the sky as a hero as Batman.

Damian shook his head to wake himself up, the sharp buzzing in his head basically disappeared, but the sequelae of a severe headache remained.There was an imperceptible slit in the domino mask.

The wound healed quickly and was wrapped in a cloak. It looked scary but it was just a skin trauma.

The only problem is, he's stiff now as if he's been in a pool of narcotics.

"Have you dealt with it? Little D, the healing agent has been used." Dick put away the gauze and bandage.

"It's a bit strange, but the wound healed well."

Therapeutics?Maybe Alice.

Damian paused, and then he recalled everything before he fell into a coma, his face suddenly darkened.

Damian blurted out, "Where is Alice?"

The raised voice was mixed with sharp sharpness.

"No problem, it's been bandaged, and I'll go back to the Batcave for a follow-up examination later..." Dick, who was chattering, suddenly fell silent.

The red-hooded Xun Sheng who was leaning against the wall came over and looked at it with interest.

Dick's hand trembled, and he accidentally pressed Damian's wound that hadn't fully healed.

Hiss, it hurts a little, the pain is recovering, and even doubled in a short time.Damian glared at him dissatisfied, then raised his hand and slapped him away.

Dick held Damian's shoulders, stopping him from trying to get up.

"No, wait, little D, who is Alice?"

His voice was in a trance, as if he was walking on clouds, and then he was blown away by a sudden strong wind.

"...the little blond girl I was with, blue-eyed, white, and shorter than me."

At this moment, Dick looked like an old mother who saw her son's puppy love and eloped, with disapproval and shock mixed on his face.

Red Hood, who had been watching them all the time, instantly understood Dick's strange brain circuit.

Dickie Bird looks like he's about to scream.

But, Red Hood thought grimly, he wouldn't remind.

Red Hood's fatigue from not closing his eyes for two days dissipated instantly, and he even moved his position to find himself an audience seat with an excellent position.

Put your fingers in your pockets and press the keys, quietly recording.

He had just lost a little white girl with blue eyes, but black hair.Sneaking faster than a rabbit, he even had the nerve to scribble on his jacket before he slipped away.

Damian frowned, and spoke vaguely, he was knocked unconscious by that stupid rabbit before he could see clearly.

Dick Grayson, the suave, handsome and compelling Wayne eldest son, the former first Robin, and now Nightwing who is flying solo, discovered a major problem, a little secret about his younger brother.

Dick stared strangely at Damian and felt uncomfortable, and Robin frowned.

"Little D," Dick said with difficulty, his face heavy, "We will all respect your choice, but don't run away from home on the next date..."

"Ye Yi, has your brain been soaked in cereal at last?"

Damian was instantly blown up by Dorothy, and he was furious.

Red Hood hits the recording pause button.

Great, Red Hood thought happily, the source of happiness for the past few days has been obtained.

"Oh my god," the voice over the comm interrupted Damian.

Red Robin - Tim Drake's sleep-deprived voice came out weakly, "Am I dreaming?"

Damian choked. He glared at Dick angrily, and broke free to grab the communicator.

"Uh, I forgot to turn off the communicator." Dick put it away immediately with an innocent face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Damian yelled, breaking down.

"I was teleported to a strange place claiming to be a game three days ago, and I have been trapped until now. Alice is my teammate."

"That place disturbs me, she..."

Damian suddenly fell silent.He noticed that Nightwing and Red Hood were caring, but they were actually gossiping, even gloating.

So he swallowed the unspoken words "she even cheated on me".

a bunch of idiots.

"Anyway, what about Batman?"

"Uh," Dick and Damian glanced at each other, "he found a new clue."

Damian held his breath and turned to the red hood: "Todd, put away your schadenfreude, or I don't mind kicking your hood off."

"Oh, you can try it, devil bastard." Red Hood said cheerfully.

With one hand, he restrained Robin, who jumped up and was about to give him a kick when he could move a little, and he couldn't help but lift him on the motorcycle—more troublesome than mentioning another bat cub.

Damian is very, very bad.

"Let me go, I can go back by myself."

"No way, devil bastard."

"Hey, Little Wing," Dick chased after him, "be gentle, little D is hurt."

Without looking back, Red Hood started the locomotive:

"Looking at him alive and kicking, I guess he just drank too much anesthetic."

Still, he carefully avoided Damien's bandages.

Dorothy lifted the lid of the jar, and a big white rabbit toffee lay quietly in the round belly of the sugar bowl.

There are no game instructions.

She reached out and took it out, and the sweet smell of toffee lingered in Dorothy's nose through the wrapper.

"I think I should eat it."

So Dorothy did so, peeled off the wrapper with her fingertips, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The milky aroma melts instantly and permeates the mouth.

"Will I upgrade if I eat it?" Dorothy had sugar in her mouth, and her voice was also tinged with sweetness.

Her eyes were shining.

"It's time for you to write a diary." The system said suddenly, and then quickly disappeared.

Once again, the system made up its mind not to say a word to Dorothy.

"Okay," Dorothy sat obediently on the sofa, opened the diary on the coffee table, leaned over to hold the pen, and only scratched a few letters before stopping.

The cutie looked up with a solemn expression: "System, I think I need a dictionary."