i spent the summer in gotham

315.

The Lego clown is rolling in place in the glass.

Lego Jason packed the game cartridge I bought him in a handkerchief, and put his beloved on his back for the road.

Lego Bat secretly handed me a small note, "Do you know the strategy of this game?"

I:……

I sent him a note back, "It's not shameful to be good and playful."

"Bad girl." I heard him mutter under his breath.

"I have a question that I have wanted to know for a long time. If you tell me the answer, I will tell you which anchor has the best strategy." I seduced Lego Dad.

The LEGO villain raised his arms, "Ask."

"What do I look like in the Lego world?"

"..."

He was silent, he was silent!

Why don't you remember what your daughter looks like! ?

"It can't be my fault. After all, she has been studying in Huaxia University," Father Lego tried to quibble, "I feel like she was studying in university since she was born."

Shut up, you're not my sweet sweetheart pig daddy anymore, huh!

The real sweetheart pig daddy: ?

316.

I received a call from our diligent space-time maintenance worker Timothy on the other end of the phone. He didn't even say hello when he came up, "It seems that you have received someone."

"What do you want, Duck?" I asked, "Are you trying to trick us into working for you again?"

"How can it be a lie?" Timothy hypocritically said, "Good brothers should help each other."

He coughed softly, "There is a world where your father is fighting Superman, will you help?"

"No," I said indifferently, "Can the two of them call it a fight? It's called cats and cats scratching each other. If there is a fight, you will definitely not look for me, and you will directly go into battle with a kryptonite spear."

Timothy was quiet for a while, and then said, "There is Dick Lily in that world, are you going?"

"Go! Please entrust the task to me with confidence, and I promise to get back the high-definition photos!"

Lego three blocks were sent back to their world by Timothy, and we were also sent to other universes by Timothy.

Yes, we, specifically all members of the Hyperspace Paw Team.After all, with Dick Lily around, who wouldn't want to go and take some memory cards?

Didn't find out until after we went over, we were duped again.

Without Dick Lily, Dick Lily has gone to the graveyard.

"I didn't lie to you," Timothy defended himself on the other end of the phone, "I'll be alive right away. You just happened to be in time to pick someone up about soaking in a pool."

That's why we didn't time travel to send Timothy to a striptease.

The time in this world is very early. My burly father and the curly-haired Superman are not friends yet. They are fighting in the dark, fighting all the way from the alleys to tall buildings, smashing the roof of the building, rolling into the toilet and then fighting.

We squatted on the roof of the opposite building and watched with high-powered binoculars.

"Young people are really cranky," Dick said. "Why don't people have a little tolerance and understanding for this world?"

"I don't believe what you said," Jason said, "You only hit people in the face when you get angry."

"I'm so hungry." I put down the high-powered binoculars, "I've been fighting all night for the black mask's arms and legs, and I want to eat."

Dick chimed in, "Actually, I'm kind of craving donuts right now."

As we all know, donuts are the standard equipment of American police. American police may not carry guns, but they cannot live without donuts.Jason frowned, "You've been a policeman for so long, haven't you gotten tired of donuts yet?"

Dick shrugged, "I used to be able to eat a box by myself in the office."

With the sweetness of American donuts, the amount of Dick's per person per box is basically equivalent to dry white sugar.I have to admire.

Tim fondly took out his phone, "Let's order a takeaway, I don't know if there are any delivery boys who dare to deliver here."

"How can you be so disrespectful to the delivery guy!" I said in surprise, "Isn't the delivery guy just the kind of expert who can even charge Apocalypse with a small battery for timely delivery?"

Tim nodded his head, "You're right, but there is one problem," he showed the payment failure interface, "Our money can't be used here."

That's a big deal, and Dick and I glanced at each other and couldn't help but focus on my dad, who was rolling over the wall with Superman.

"Isn't there a ready-made wallet there?"

"Yeah, it's nice to have a dad."

Damian crossed his arms and couldn't bear it anymore, "You know that Superman's super hearing can hear this conversation?"

"So what?" I said as a matter of course, "Who doesn't have kryptonite equipment?"

As soon as these words came out, faint green light flickered on different parts of the five of us.Everyone put away the kryptonite rings, kryptonite daggers, kryptonite needles and other anti-kryptonite treasures that were displayed, facing each other.

"Although it's not surprising that some of us have this thing in our hands," Tim looked at me, "but why do you carry a kryptonite dagger with you?"

I put the green dagger back into the lead scabbard, "I bought kryptonite in the live broadcast room of the underworld on Double Eleven, and I asked my brother to make a dagger for me."

Tim's expression froze, "...you still sell kryptonite in the live broadcast room in Hell?"

I didn't take it seriously, "Not only sell kryptonite, but also sell Lazarus spring water, the pure natural and pollution-free kind, directly sold by the Assassin League factory."

Damian frowned, "Why didn't I know that the Alliance still sells Lazarus spring water?"

"Of course the people from the manufacturer went to drink it secretly," I showed my thumb. "It's for this reason that a bottle of Lazarus spring water costs tens of thousands of dollars!"

317.

Superman suddenly slipped and was thrown by Batman by the shoulder.

Why he was suddenly distracted in the fight, we all know why, but we don't say.

318.

"You're secretly having a concubine outside," Jason accused, "You betrayed Du E!"

"How can you call me a little wife who specializes in martial arts against Kryptonites," I cried while holding a kryptonite dagger, "I won't do things like Wanwan Leiqing, I am a good woman who is devoted to love!"

"The number of your wives has reached double digits so far, starting with five," Tim clicked his tongue a few times, "You are not convincing at all when you say you are dedicated."

It's going to be the beginning of [-] soon, because you're kicked out of wifehood, Drake.

Jason glared at Dick resentfully, "You should take [-]% of the responsibility for her becoming like this."

Dick was shocked, "It's none of my business, I don't have a double-digit ex-girlfriend!"

"Wait," Dick snapped his fingers, "Do I have double-digit ex-girlfriends?"

You're already a dead man, Grayson.

319.

Unable to announce the results, Dick tried to pull Jason into the water, "You are no better for naming every gun. Ah Ci learned this trick from you. Before she met you, she only had Duer!"

Jason sighed, and stroked his favorite gun strapped to his thigh, "What are you talking about, every gun is my treasure."

Tim was scared when he saw it, "Pathetic." He stood up and squeezed between me and Dick, just to stay away from Jason.

"Your kryptonite dagger doesn't have a name, does it?" Tim asked warily.

"Of course there is." I touched the scabbard, "The little baby is called Bixue. I will send it to be refined next month after Du'e is refined."

Tim stood up again, he weighed Jason, Damian and me, and finally chose to squat next to Dick.

"Your kali stick doesn't have a name, does it?" he asked cautiously.

Dick: "...no."

But his ass has a name, Silly Tim.

320.

Everyone loves weapons.

Dick's girlfriends are his weapons.

Jason's weapons are his wives.

My wives are my weapons.

Chinese and Chinese are broad and profound.

321.

Damian borrowed Bixue to take a few glances, "The knife is good, and the kryptonite is also real. The kryptonite in the live broadcast room of the underworld is actually real?"

"Live mining, quality assurance, the hired mining team is the Shushu expedition." I said, "If you want, I will post the link of the live broadcast room to the group later. They not only mine green krypton, but also mine red krypton." Blue krypton powder krypton, you can buy a piece of orange krypton for Titus to play with. Cutting rough stones will be broadcast live."

"Why is it the same as betting on stones?" Jason probed, "Send me a copy of the link."

Dick: "Me too..."

Tim: "Me too, let me go first."

It is our duty to revive the glory of kryptonite!

322.

The suppliers of the Hell Live Studio are the major extradition points, and the direct person in charge is Carrefour Uncle Yin Yang.

That unscrupulous profiteer is bound to be impossible to do business. Their family will deliver goods differently depending on the purchase object. When I received their kryptonite for the first time, the courier ghost brother thought I was an ordinary person who bought kryptonite for fun. Give me Send a piece of green beer bottom.

That night, I took Duer to Carrefour to shave a crew cut for the yin and yang uncle.

Since then, I have been a SVIP customer of Jifu Live Studio, and orders placed today will arrive the next day.

323.

We solved the problem of who would go to my dad in the big war for money in the traditional way.

If you are indecisive, just guess the game, rock-paper-scissors can solve all problems.

Jason looked deeply at his clenched hands, "Did you guys conspire to get me?"

"How could it be?" I said after the cloth was out.

"How could I lie to you?" said Tim, who also had a cloth.

"It's just your bad luck, so just accept it," said Dick, the third one out of cloth.

Damian, one of the publishers, pushed Jason away, "This is your moment to show yourself, go ahead, Todd."

Jason took a step, and the car that was thrown by Superman landed at his feet.

Jason:  …

He glanced back at me, I sighed, rolled up my sleeves, "I'll do it."

324.

When I joined the fray, Superman was about to punch Batman in the face.

Although this father looked very thickly dressed, as thick as a large black penguin, but it shouldn't be a problem to hit him with a superhuman hand and give him a concussion.

Superman didn't expect that we, who had been beeping and beeping, would suddenly fall from the sky, but he and Batman were fighting, and there was no way to free up our hands.

Like a slippery loach, I nimbly got in between the two of us.In the wind of Lingling fist, the two of them were startled by me who came out unexpectedly. Batman just threw a bomb, Superman clenched his fist and greeted his face. Seeing my face, the Kryptonian unconsciously closed his hand strength.

I was caught between Superman and Batman, with my right hand firmly catching Superman's fist, my left foot caught Batman's right foot, and my right foot caught Superman's ankle.

"Dad," I yelled at Batman, "do you have $100 on you?"

The world suddenly fell silent.

I held Batman's bomb with my left hand, and the kryptonite powder in it was about to explode. I gathered my five fingers together and squeezed it into a piece of scrap iron wrapped in kryptonite powder.

"Peace, peace is the first priority of a good life." I said modestly.

The world is not only quiet, but the world has become dead silent.

325.

"Stop pretending," Jason said with a look of disgust, "Dick is going to starve to death."

Oh.

Then he will continue to be hungry.

It is more important to act aggressive in front of my father.