[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

According to reports, it has been three years since the two major leagues of the Premier League reached a cooperation.

It didn't take long for Dorothy to figure out that getting the unknown object in the fourth copy was part of the puzzle.I didn't react in time because the jigsaw puzzle's sense of existence was too low, and it never worked.Later, I found another piece when I cleared the eighth copy.

The frequency of dungeons is decreasing, and the interval between them is getting longer and longer, but the difficulty is increasing exponentially.

Exploring the fragments of the world, cleaning up the black fog of erosion, bridging the space-time gap, and summarizing the misplaced data, the system is still dead, as if the data has been erased.But everything is on the right track and developing in a good direction.

The exclusive database in the world is established and has the highest authority.Set up the Timeline Correction Administration to collect information on heroes who once "affected time".

Like the scratch marks on the tree trunk, the mysterious time loves to attach itself to the simple form, hiding in the tall figures of children.

In this regard, Damian has an absolute advantage in the right to speak.

He was like an energy compression ball, releasing all the energy he had accumulated before, jumping up like crazy, quickly passed Dick, stepped over Tim, and chased Jason hard.

Damian has grown into Bruce's appearance, tall and steady, with broad shoulders and narrow waist—according to Dicky Bird's words, even Damian's long legs are almost as small as when he just came home.At the same time, he raised objections to the word "stable", because he searched the dictionary and could not find the meaning of "temper" in the definition of the word.

Dick lived up to expectations as the shortest of the brothers, a title he'd never mentioned since the day Damian was officially taller than him.But the vengeful Damian will not let him go. Now that the two have reversed their identities, the youngest brother seizes this point and launches a counterattack against his elder brother.

Also commendable is the friendship of the boys, Damian and Chris will invite each other to the house as a guest, and sometimes they will fight, most of which are Damian being vexatious.

But Damian refused to admit this, and accused Chris of complicating the problem with his expert language skills.

The solution for the parents is to let them solve it by themselves, and the "Teen Titans cancels compensation for losses caused by teammates fighting" project.

In fact, it is the latter that plays a key role.

After the two of them had an inexplicable quarrel and collapsed a building, they never made any big noises again.

Rumors circulated that Robin and Superboy each contracted housework for a year to earn pocket money to pay for "war damage".

Just like Batman and Superman, they are always fighting, disagreeing, and making up again, but they will always be the best partner in the world.

Dorothy, too, had a seizure, and grew taller.Her skeleton is still slender, her lines are soft, her skin is milky white, her nose bridge is high, her sapphire-like eyes are always smiling, and her sharp eyebrows add a touch of heroism to her overly sweet face.Thick and slightly curly black hair hangs behind her, she looks like a girl walking out of an oil painting.

Alfred sighed at this, if Master Bruce was a girl, he would probably look like Miss Dorothy.

Damian worries that Dorothy is too thin and thin. "Even Richard can knock you out of the air with one punch."

Damian, who has gone through the voice change period, has faded out of his little milk voice, and his voice is deep,

Very well, this is another change, a small old-fashioned in a certain sense made a small change in the issue of family names.Although he still refuses to use nicknames.Red Hood said that Damian has been an annoying brat with a high self-awareness since he was a child, and now even the advantage of cuteness has been dismissed.

Dorothy's eyes were glued to the video game and she didn't look up. "So why should I give him a chance to punch me?"

She dodges at full point, okay?

Jason, who was spread out on the sofa, chimed in: "Actually, Dicky Bird can't even catch the hem of her clothes."

Dick, sitting on the banister, tapped his heel on the edge angrily: "I'm still here!"

"Oh, sorry, next time I will be careful not to expose your scars in person." Jason perfunctory without sincerity.

Before Dicky Bird made a deep leap towards Jason with a difficult move, Jason dodged it lightly, then took a deep breath, quickly turned his head and shouted to the kitchen: "Ah Fu, Dicky Bird is playing on the ceiling again!" acrobatics!"

Dickie Bird's Cookies are gone again.

Genes are amazing sometimes, Tim sighed looking at the two faces that were obviously different in style but extremely familiar, he yawned, slowly turned his eyes away and continued to stir the coffee.

He was sleepy as hell.

He didn't know that genes could be more wonderful.

When Dorothy cleared her No.12 copies, she found another puzzle piece.In addition, I also received an unexpected special gift-a little boy from Krypton. AKA Superman, the counterpart of Kal-El.

The name of the dungeon this time is "False Reality". It is a fully enclosed double dungeon, and the teammate is named Karl El.

The venue is a research institute full of sci-fi futuristic, er, it was like this before it was abandoned, but now it has become a lair of monsters, full of twisted madness, howling all night long.

At first Dorothy thought the teammate was Superman, and the small green dot that stood still on the map meant that Superman was trapped.

Thinking about the worst situation, there may be some kind of weird magic that jumped backwards.Low magic resistance is trouble.

That's all right, Dorothy thought, touching the kryptonite, she doesn't fight unprepared.Dorothy always has plan B too!

She still thought so when Dorothy single-handedly overthrew all the enemies and came to the locked gate with the heroic and fearless posture of a prince slaying a dragon.

The gate made of an unknown material is extremely strong. Although there are scratches and traces caused by violent impacts, it is still not broken.

Don't know what it was originally used for, but it has instead become a fortress against monster attacks.

Behind the door is the Red Sun cell, but it is not the superman Dorothy imagined.

is a boy.

The tight-fitting building is filled with glaring red light, which is disturbing and makes people frown.

He was curled up in a corner of the room, as thin as a paper man, so brittle that it would turn into powder if touched lightly.

The baggy white lab coat was draped over him, empty.He gave Dorothy a flustered look with his wide, frightened eyes, and shrank back, but couldn't help looking a few more times.

The ubiquitous red sun light made his body too weak, and the wandering madness after the mutation made his mind miserable.

At the moment the door opened, there was a trace of hope in his eyes that he didn't understand.

Dorothy was silent for a moment, as if she knew what this vast institute was for.

It's a Kryptonian.

Dorothy stopped in front of him, stretched out her hand, and said with a smile: "Let's go, teammate."

The little Kryptonian was stunned, he clutched the hem of his clothes and stammered and repeated: "Team, teammate."

"Yes, teammate. Your name is Kal-El, right, so it must be." Dorothy picked up the little Kryptonian who was so light that it was almost weightless, and weighed it.

"I'll have to jump straight down from the elevator shaft in a while. If you're really scared, you can put your arms around my neck."

This area has collapsed, the ceiling is crumbling, and the central control room where the transmission channel is located is located on the lowest floor, about dozens of floors away from here.The elevator has already crashed, and it takes too much time to climb the stairs. Anyway, the straight line between two points is the shortest, so you can just jump down with your teammates in your arms.

After the eighth copy, you will not be able to teleport after clearing the customs, you must find a passage to leave by yourself.But the channel is unstable, so it has to be fast.

The standard princess hug, Little Wing would coax Dorothy when she was a child.

And where does the prince Dorothy coax the rescued little princess now.

The little guy in his arms stiffened nervously. He stretched out his fingers to touch Dorothy's hair, and then retracted like an electric shock.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine under the yellow sun when the copy is released." Dorothy thought he was still afraid, and comforted: "You are superman!"

"Super, man? Yes, what?" Little Carl was very dull, and the language system that was not used often seemed to be rusted out of the machine.

"Superman is a superhero, do you know superheroes?"

"hero?"

"A person who upholds justice will be respected and loved, um...it is equivalent to being a good friend of people." Dorothy saw the Krypton cub in front of her at a loss, and racked her brains to explain it in as concise a way as possible.

The Kryptonians who have not left since they have been conscious understand almost nothing.

Even the slightest burst of light can make him panic.

Dorothy with the cubs did not slow down and ran to the elevator shaft. She jumped lightly and fell rapidly. Dorothy felt the Kryptonian cubs in her arms hug her tightly.

Landed smoothly.The hallway was empty and had been cleaned.

Lowering his head, two pairs of azure blue eyes met, and the collision of eyes made little Carl freeze again.

It felt like anything could frighten him, Dorothy thought.

Dorothy paused. She had just opened her eyes, alone, without any memory, and she knew what it was like to be alone when she didn't know what it was.

But at any rate, the system accompanied her through the most difficult moments. Later, her brother was stupid and her father was angry, but they were all lively.

She said softly, "don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

In the Batcave, Reliable Tim, who was changing his uniform in the workshop, was dragged out by his sister, and was stunned by the "little accident" that Dorothy said.

The little Kryptonian hugged Dorothy and did not let go, and finally coaxed into the examination equipment, and now lying in the medical cabin, his eyes were glued to Dorothy.

Except for her life and death, he refused to communicate with anyone, although he only saw three people now.Dorothy, Tim and Alfred.

Alright alright, the fledgling effect.Tim thought with a headache as he slammed down a cup of coffee and got to work.

"Can we take him in?" Dorothy looked at the side eagerly, hoping.

"Good girl, there's really no room in the Batcave." After the shock, Tim calmed down and looked at the data, before finding time to reply.

"Excuse me, your little friend Shazam is still in the Batcave." Billy Batson hasn't left since he rented it three years ago, and he has the tendency to stay here for a long time.Coupled with the same black hair and blue eyes, the outside world is rumored that Bruce Wayne has adopted a little boy.

You can't send a kid like Dorothy back to the streets, can you?After all, he is Batman's Zhenglian colleague, so it's not a big deal to provide him with a place to live.Green Lantern's rent is still a directional payment from Zhenglian.

Kid Flash currently follows Green Lantern, another of Dorothy's sidekicks, Wally West, who also joins the Teen Titans.

Considering that the sponsor of Zhenglian is Bruce Wayne, it is almost Bruce who is raising the cubs.

But this new guy... Tim is getting headaches again.

He glanced at his own cub who was trying to adopt Kryptonian cubs, and paused briefly at the black-haired and blue-eyed Kryptonian, lost in thought.

Could it be that adopting a black-haired, blue-eyed little boy is an inheritance he doesn't know about?

"I'll tell Superman when I'm done checking." Tim sighed, casting a cryptic glance at the little Kryptonian. "Don't worry, Superman will take care of him. This is his peer after all."

"But I picked him up," insisted Dorothy. "Bruce can adopt a picked-up child, why can't I?"

Tim's head hurt even more: "This is different."

"Why is it different?" Dorothy asked back, "It's fine if I adopt him. He is so small, and Superman...they are not the same at all!" Dorothy thought of the situation when she met little Carl.

Little Carl looked only sixty years old, at most ten years old, about the same as little Dorothy at the time, and also didn't quite belong to this world.Moreover, he suffered misery and became an experimental product since he was a child.They are obviously the same body, but the lives of the two are very different. She is a little worried about Superman's proposal to adopt Carl, and Dorothy doesn't even know whether to let them meet.

Put yourself in the shoes of Dorothy if she were in Carl's situation...

"He's just too skinny because he's weak," Tim explained. "He's 13, a year younger than you."

"Trust me, he'll be stronger in a few months if he gets out in the sun more," Tim said.Kryptonians are good at that.

Tim paused, he understood what Dorothy was anxious about, she never got rid of the other world, and the missing five years had a great impact on Dorothy.

"Well, let's talk about it when Bruce comes back." Tim took a deep breath and said softly.I touched my sister who had grown a lot taller.

Batman isn't currently in Gotham.But he had to get this sorted out before Batman came back.

"Before that, how about following my command?"

"Of course!"

Tim Drake walks out of the Batcave worried.

Little Kal-El fell into a deep sleep, and the special yellow sun lamp emitted soft light, replenishing energy for his body to repair.Dorothy sat by and flipped through relevant materials.

"What happened to Timothy?"

The sudden sound startled Dorothy, she quickly turned around, trying to cover the rear with her small body.

Why did Damian come back early?He is not on a mission.

"Ah? Ah." Dorothy said hastily. She blinked and asked back with a guilty conscience, "What did you say?"

"Why is he scratching the door in the hall?" Damian took off his cloak for a moment, then threw it aside without changing his expression, and walked towards Dorothy.

Dorothy swallowed her heart back, thinking Tim was off to snitch.

Dorothy's expression was sincere and her tone was full: "Good question? Why do cats need scratching posts?"

Then suddenly I heard Damian asking, "What's behind you?"

The tall boy, who was nearly two heads taller than Dorothy, pressed his sister's shoulders and easily saw the scene behind him.

As soon as the words were finished, a hot gaze suddenly shot at Damian. He was startled, and dragged Dorothy to the side.

"Carl's awake!" Damian heard Dorothy exclaim.

Turning his head, a little ghost who looked a little familiar was staring at him vigilantly.

Then, in Dorothy's ambiguous words, Damian learned of her grand plan to adopt Kryptonians.

"So where did this kid come from?" Damian asked angrily, pointing at him.

Dorothy worded it carefully: "I got it from the game's [-]th anniversary celebration player's daily online gift pack."

Damian's expression was rare and vivid, and even the strands of his hair conveyed a message: Are you fucking kidding me?

Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, Dorothy immediately changed her words: "It was a gift from the game."

There is nothing wrong with sending Krypton gold to Kryptonians.

The logic is perfect and self-consistent.

Billy Batson, a guest at Wayne Manor, was in the watchtower while Damian was trying to convince his sister that the cubs he picked up just couldn't be kept and that he could just throw them to Superman.

Today is not Shazam's duty time - in fact, Caring Billy is only a middle school student, and he hardly gets his turn a few times.

Today is Superman and Green Lantern on duty, and the steel skeleton that almost grows in the watchtower on weekdays rarely has a holiday.Today is Cyborg's birthday, and his father deliberately took some time out of his busy schedule to accompany him to watch the rugby game.

Cyborg has been looking forward to this day since two weeks ago.

Billy is here on a mission this time, to ask the heroic and charismatic Green Lantern, um, about some emotional issues.

It happened that Dorothy had just downloaded the dungeon, and according to the rules, she might not come back until near evening.It's only mid-afternoon, and it's still early before the sun goes down.

Hal Jordan, the greatest Green Lantern, a well-known policeman in the universe, a master of emotions, a master of seduction, can easily carry everyone when he comes to a bar.

After Billy arrived, he was exposed to Shazam's transformation form. He sat on the high stool in front of the bar in the lounge, staring at the sparkling water in the bottle a little awkwardly, and then looked at his watch.Green Lantern sits idly beside him.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind and cleared his throat: "Well, I have a friend who has a little relationship problem."

"Come on boy you"

Billy looked at Hal in shock.

Hal Jordan blinked and showed a handsome smile: "Uh, I thought my friends equaled me as a common social unspoken rule."

Green Lantern put down his legs on the table and sat up a little bit. He clenched his fists and coughed with great interest: "Hey, let's start from the beginning. What exactly is your friend's problem?"

The sudden communication interrupted Billy, who opened his mouth and closed it again.He saw the comms.

Green Lantern glanced at it casually, and said casually, "I'm looking for Superman." Superman dropped the communicator on the table.

Billy subconsciously said, "Wait, it's a communication from Dorothy,"

"Maybe she was looking for me, my phone is out of battery," Billy said a little excitedly, "she said the copy and asked me to go out for dinner."

In fact, it was a dinner party of the Teen Titans, and Dorothy called the Zhenglian staff who were also in the "teenagers".

When Dorothy couldn't find anyone, she had the habit of calling people around her to inquire.

"Superman, your communicator is ringing. Dorothy is calling." Billy picked up the communicator to find Superman, and knocked on the door of the data control room.

Superman can hear, come on, he's Superman!

Superman buried himself in the data control room.He was restless before, and accidentally fell while walking and smashed the console of the steel frame. Now he is in a hurry to repair it, and he has to finish it before the steel frame returns.

Of course, the excuse for the two colleagues is that he wants to watch a 3D movie here for a while, alone.

Super hearing brought him information, so he replied with a guilty conscience: "Is it Dorothy? It might be for you, so you can answer it."

Billy flicked his fingers quickly.

But not Dorothy—

The moment it was connected, the current Robin's voice poured out, almost toppling the dome.

"Superman, take your new cub home, the Batcave is fucking crowded!"