[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

"I didn't play well last night." Dorothy said plausibly.

After waking up, she rubbed her eyes and lay on her back angrily on the small bed.

The little stars hanging from the ceiling swayed slightly.

"Little Xingxing thinks so too? Don't you?" Dorothy withdrew her shaking hand from pulling the bed curtain in satisfaction, and raised her hand to show her heart.

The little girl who fell asleep forgot all the fear at that time.

There's nothing that can't be fixed with a little sleep.If so, get two sleeps and eat a cookie with a cartoon.

——But little Dorothy was still furious. She turned over and buried her face in the soft pillow, heartbroken that she was a gamer and lost her adults in front of her father and brother.

I have no face to see my father.

She clicked her lips and added, "I was ready to pull out my props and teach Batman how to be a bat."

The soft and waxy voice of milk came muffled through the pillow.

—No wonder little Dorothy thought so.After all, even after every fight with Batman, Jason felt that he hadn't performed well, and he wanted to read the file and start over.

The system under the pressure: ... Heh.

The ones in different dimensions are united, and you can say a word to me through the coordinate points attached to the bed board.

Well, it was actually Dorothy who blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The system made up its mind again not to say a word to Dorothy.

System: Thank you Batman, you are a scumbag who abandoned the nest and was lying in two nests.

The coordinate point carrying [Dorothy's Nest] can be moved once every three days, and today happens to be the third day.Clever little Dorothy remembered super well, given that the system had kicked her out on missions twice in the morning, but not this morning.

The appearance of Batman made Dorothy feel a sense of crisis. As soon as she got up early in the morning, she moved [Dorothy's Den] to "Dorothy's Den" in Wayne Manor.

Attached to the safest and most comfortable place in the world, where you can lie there for three days and three nights without arousing suspicion - the bed.

Dorothy, who was caught by Batman, resisted the unbearable weight of the cartoon being cut.

After Dorothy came out of the instance of Robin and Carrot, she discovered that if she directly touched the coordinate points, she could communicate directly with the system.

However, the quality of the call is not good, as if the signal is interrupted by interference, it is the kind of call standard that will definitely be complained by customers if the charges are made.

All in all, Dorothy uses fixed phrases to draw conclusions, and the connection between the system and her is strengthened.

Dorothy turned over again and rolled around on the bed like a little dough, the little quilt covering her body being kicked into a ball.

No, Dorothy stopped and stroked her small chin. It might be better to say that the connection between the system and the outside world has been strengthened.

"Don't be angry, it's nice to stay here." Dorothy blinked and got out of bed.

Mo De emotionally reminded the task system that his heart was as hard as the chest muscles of the red hood: "It was so good that I almost cried."

System: Don't talk too much, it doesn't count if you hate Dorothy.

Dorothy covered her face: "Okay, okay, I didn't react."

She was so frightened that she almost shed tears, but fortunately she fought back desperately, Dorothy thought with lingering fear, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

The system map is not very good, it is full of gray dots, and the unexplored area is still dark. Dorothy hasn't visited Wayne Manor much yet.

It's all because of Batman's sneak attack, if he has the ability to face it head-on!Resentful, she selectively forgot about the "raid" when she knocked on the Mad Hatter's head.

"But I won't be anymore."

"A baguette in the left hand, a human body stroke master in the right hand, cat ear hairpin on the head," Dorothy stuffed the candy into her mouth, and muttered indistinctly, "I must make Batman scream next time."

"Swear by Robin Bird's bat belt."

Bat belt hidden in a corner of Gotham: ... No, I don't swear.

The system has no emotion: "Oh, this is what you will end up with if you don't do the task."

"I'm doing it," Dorothy said in a hurry, retorting quickly to cover up her petty innocence, and her little hands clenched her pajamas tightly. "Isn't it a mission to hide the mission?"

Why should the system divide the tasks into three, six, and nine grades?

Of course, getting back to Wayne's was the greatest mission in the world.

"It's Batman who is doing the sneak attack. He's really monitoring everyone who enters Gotham." Dorothy sucked her finger, suspecting that Batman was here to step on the spot.

"Can we change the game mode?" Dorothy paused for a moment, holding her small face and asked tentatively: "For example, change from adventure mode to simulation management?"

"How about planting carrots and raising Robin rabbits?" The cute kind.

Dorothy the warrior wants to be a happy carrot prince and live a happy life with the princesses ever since.

"Let's stop playing with Chaoying, okay?" After thinking about it, she added: "Just...leave the red hood on."

System: I'm afraid you are not dreaming.

The system couldn't hold back anymore: "Read less fairy tales."

Dorothy retorted: "What happened to the fairy tale?"

One of her mission clues was found out from a Gotham fairy tale!

But the story about the court of owls in Gotham nursery rhymes is so weird, and there are weird claws.As inexplicable as a mother goose nursery rhyme.

Still, it's Gotham.Dorothy sighed, Gotham's style of painting is too strange.

There are two pictures of clues in the task panel of Dorothy, and Dorothy, who was led by the high-playing red hood, found out by herself this time.

One represents the court of owls, and the other represents the hydra—this is easy to check, and Avengers has posted it on the Internet.

While arguing, Dorothy lifted up the mountain of quilts with all her strength and dragged them to the side against the wall.

After making the quilt, Dorothy clapped her hands.

"But it doesn't matter," Dorothy said in a cadence, "because I am the protagonist, and in fairy tales the protagonist will have the last laugh!"

System: Indifference.jpg

"I always thought you knew something?" Dorothy bit into another piece of hidden candy and said to herself, "But you just don't tell."

"Can't you tell?" Dorothy was surprisingly perceptive at times.

The system that can't hold Zai Zai's heart: ... so annoying, why did she guess right again.

Dorothy gathered her loose black hair into ribbons.

"Are you not angry?" She lay down and poked the mattress, grabbed the armrest and stepped back out of bed.

System: ... No, get angry.

The system decided to be a ruthless task reminder machine, before Dorothy, the scumbag who threw away the barrel, coaxed him away!

"How could it be! In order to accompany you, I am willing to lie on the bed for three days!" Dorothy vowed.

System indifference: Heh, you obviously did it for snacks and cartoons.

Still, go ahead, the system loves it.

But the system waited and waited but did not wait for Dorothy's next sweet talk, because she jumped off the bed.

It's time to water the radishes.

Abandoned system again: "???"

"Good morning, Carrot." Dorothy greeted cheerfully with a wave of her hand.

She stepped on rabbit slippers, dragged a small chair and sat down in front of the window, lying on the window sill with a pot to water the carrots.

"Bang bang—"

There was a crisp knock on the window.

Damian squatted outside impatiently, stretched out his hand to pull the window, stepped on the edge of the window and rolled in, nimbly avoiding the flowerpots placed along the window and half squatted on the window sill, facing Dorothy.

Dorothy almost watered Damian with a trembling of her hands.

She met his gaze in bewilderment.

This is the third floor!Little Wing is right, Damian is indeed a bear.

Little Dorothy was worried again: I seem to guess how Damian's arm was broken before.

The bandage on Damian's right arm has been untied. Although he still has a small face, he exudes a very happy aura inexplicably.

"Uh, hi, little D, good morning." Dorothy found her voice.

To be honest, Damian looks like a smaller version of Bruce Wayne, but he is not sweet at all, and he doesn't smile or say cute one-liners, which Dorothy is not used to.

"What did Todd teach you, talking to an empty flower pot?" Damian raised his chin, his eyes flew past, "It's not surprising."

Dorothy Wayne: ...Littlewing was right!

"You have to set a good example for the evil...Damian." Jason, who knew how to coax children, had a serious face at the time, and patted Dorothy on the shoulder to give Dorothy a heavy responsibility, successfully diverting her attention.

Jason is right, Damian is really a bear, she has to set a good example.

"Tsk." Damian nodded, looking around like a small landlord inspecting his territory.

Dorothy put down the small flower pot and tilted her head. The sight was so familiar.

——She forgot that she had the same eyes when she first came to Gotham to patrol the streets, the eyes that made Batman abdicate to Yin.

Damian glanced around and his eyes fell back on Dorothy.

He was really in a good mood, and Todd and Drake teamed up to try to screw him over by making up a nasty lie about him crying and waiting for his dad to sleep with him.

But in the end, he is the winner.

Damian wouldn't say that he didn't sleep last night just to wait for his father to come back from night patrol.

"Father hasn't woken up yet." Damian said without a word, with a hint of showing off on his face.

Dorothy suddenly realized, and she smoothed Damian: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad." Damian was satisfied.

He remembered why he came here.

"Cough, the sound is amazing." Damian cleared his throat, and leaned against the window to comment, "But believe in Wayne technology, the manor's protection system is far more useful than your amazing scream."

What was he so proud of, Dorothy was astonished, and he hadn't invented it.

"Gotham doesn't need to add a strange story," Damian was full of momentum, as if heirs of Gotham, "like screaming in the middle of the night."

Dorothy choked.Little Wing was right again: "That brat is very aggressive, don't give him a chance to kick his nose in the face."

She said wearily: "Have you experienced it yourself?"

This time it was Damian's turn to choke.

Damian has really experienced it himself-when he wanted to escape back to the League of Assassins, he was defeated on the spot, and the record is gratifying.

"But thank you, little D," Dorothy pulled back the chair and stood up, "would you like to come in and play for a while?"

Dorothy understood what Damian was saying, and he was comforting her awkwardly.But should Damian take a class in language arts?

Damian, who ridiculed MAX, said it was not necessary.

"Why don't you come down the hall," said Dorothy, "and find Wings by the way."

Damian squinted at her and said nothing: ... just to avoid Todd.

"Although I advocate vegetarianism," Damian glanced at the bare flower pots. He knew that Alfred liked to place some green plants for decoration, but now there is no trace, he thoughtfully reminded: "But the grass and vegetables still exist. difference."

Dorothy: ...

"Oh, that's a carrot. I can share one with you when it's ripe." Dorothy hugged her chest.

Only one, because the others will be put away and fed to Robin.

Damian suddenly looked like a fried cat with its tail trampled on, ready to pounce on someone, but he just stared at Dorothy for a long while.

Then he turned around and jumped down the stairs—he was afraid that he would not leave again, so he couldn't help but pick up the flowerpot and peel the radishes.

Robin hates carrots.

Robin, who had been poisoned by the carrot, clicked his tongue in disgust, but at least he still had reason, and his jumping movements were not too out of the ordinary.

"Did Batman step on your tail?" Dorothy called to Damian from the window.

Damian left a noble back that never looked back.

Dorothy remembered Little Wing's entrustment, and decided to be a good sister——

"Little Wing, little D just turned over the window." Dorothy knocked on Jason's door, biting the accent for emphasis.

"The third floor!"