Three Burials of the Tang Dynasty with Bronze Head and Iron Arm[Comprehensive English and American]

Jason's guess was right. Bruce hadn't woken up yet. In fact, he had worked all night for nearly 32 hours and barely fell asleep two hours ago.

And from the moment he saw the three burials, Alfred's sixth sense frantically called the police. He not only sent the audio information back to his Batcave, but even made a backup, ready to transmit it to the three primary colors in Metropolis. little trapeze.

"Yes, it was a rather important morning meeting."

Alfred didn't even bat an eye, and said with sincere emotion: "Although as a housekeeper, you shouldn't talk about the private life of the master, but the new lady secretary is indeed very feminine, the master will do it for that It's understandable for Miss to get up early, are you right?"

Jason: "..." Are you kidding?

Right off the bat, Superman couldn't possibly get him up early.

The little red bird's soft bun showed a cute and helpless expression: Well, Bruce's reputation in Gotham is indeed not very good, everyone knows that this is a disguise he created himself, the name of a playboy It couldn't be more useful to conceal his true identity.

San Zan has a look of regret, and he doesn't know what to do. He never thought that the positive character would be deceiving: "It's really a coincidence that Sajia came here!"

Jason looked away indifferently, San Zan already knew Bruce's identity, and this lie would most likely be exposed, but because of his identity, he couldn't expose Alfred directly.

And after knowing that Bruce was fine, his awkwardness came up again, but due to the deepening influence of his young body, all rebellion turned into grievances.

But Wukong is different.

"Old man, don't bluff people. Old Sun Mingming heard that there are still two heartbeats in that room, and the beating is vigorous and powerful. It is a strong and strong person. Who else can it be if it is not Batman!"

Wukong squatted on Sanbu's shoulders, put his palms on his forehead and looked forward, his red-gold pupils flashed golden, and said: "It turned out to be a big black dog, but the one with bats embroidered on its open jacket and trousers, If it's not Batman, who is it!"

Jason and Alfred were shocked at the same time.

Jason never imagined that the little monkey would be so powerful, not only good at magic, but also possess superman's super hearing and x-sight, it can penetrate even lead-coated bedroom walls, but even Superman can't do it arrive.

Alfred's calm expression finally changed, and he looked at the little golden monkey in surprise.

Wukong bent his tail, and his golden fur exploded. He looked away unhappy, and said, "This guy is still looking at the portrait of Master. How does the old man explain it?"

"What's wrong with the head of household checking for trespassers?"

Alfred suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and said calmly: "Sir, according to American law, trespassing on the owner of a private house has the right to kill directly, and you and your friends don't look like they just want to visit."

Wukong turned his head a little guilty: "..."

He knew the plan of the third burial, and insisted on feeding the Batman with a mouthful of Buddha's blood to save his life. The master's move was inappropriate, but it was for merit, and Wukong could understand it.

However, human beings are different from goblins. Goblins regard human hearts and livers as appetizers, but for humans, drinking blood is a barbaric act of beasts. There is no precedent for cannibalism, and it is too offensive to rashly feed blood.

That's why the Monkey King lost his prestige a bit.

The housekeeper pointed out his hand and said, "I will not send you far away."

At the critical moment, three burials have to be done to solve it.

"Old man! It's better to put aside the vulgar etiquette for now. The situation is urgent at this time, and the Sa family is so uneasy!"

The third funeral put Jason down, bowed his hands to Alfred, and said sincerely: "Sajia was entrusted by someone to save Batman from death, so he was worried about his safety, and it was really a last resort, so he trespassed on the private house. Please forgive me, old man."

"It turned out to be Master Bruce's partner."

Alfred's heart was full of turmoil, but he didn't show anything on his face. He asked politely, "Then we can't generalize it with other intruders. Maybe some of you would like to stay in the living room for a while and wait for me to notify Master Bruce?"

"Sajia's heart is for his wife, I'm afraid I can't wait!"

Sanbu pushed the complicated-looking little Jason into the butler's arms, and hurriedly said, "Please take care of me, I will apologize to you in person after the Sa family has seen Batman!"

Little Jason still had the force value, but he couldn't move well wrapped in cassock. He was pushed and staggered, and fell into Alfred's arms, causing the tip of his nose to turn red.

Seeing the mage rushing into the manor and going straight to the study on the second floor, Alfred, who couldn't stop him, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and put his palm on his waist inadvertently.

"Alfred, I don't think he has any malice."

Jason grabbed Mr. Butler's wrist and stopped him: "Bruce will solve it, and we have no way to stop him. Maybe only Superman can compete with him."

Feeling the force on his wrist that cannot be ignored, Alfred lowered his head in surprise, and looked seriously at this boy who looked exactly like Master Jason that he had been deliberately ignoring from the very beginning.

With soft black hair and dark blue eyes, he is no more than five years old, but even when Master Jason came to Wayne Manor for the first time, he was more than that old.

And most importantly, even though it was not obvious, Mr. Steward could still see that under the child's childishness and innocence, his eyes were full of depression and pain, which was exactly the same as Master Bruce in some respects.

Jason raised his head calmly, and said, "Trust your own judgment. If I remember correctly, you haven't reached the age of old eyesight and menopause, right, Alfred."

Well, there is also this little temper that hasn't changed in the slightest.

Alfred murmured, "Master Jason..."

Jason was naked and wearing a red cassock, like an ancient Greek saint under the command of the goddess Athena, and said in a childlike voice, "Alfred, I am indeed back."

Mr. Butler suddenly got a certain point: "That gentleman? Is he also helping Master Bruce for this?"

"I climbed out of the grave, and the mage helped me regain my sanity."

Jason took the initiative to explain: "His magic turned me into my current form. It's hard to imagine how powerful he is, but except for Superman, no one in the Justice League can compete with him... He is indeed here to help .”

"It was a surprise in two ways."

Alfred wiped the corners of his wet eyes kindly and gratified: "There is no doubt that Master Bruce will like this surprise, and Master Dick, I will inform him to go home for the weekend, and he will be very happy too." happy."

Veins twitched on Jason's forehead: "What???"

No, wait a minute?Why even notify Dick!

"Looking at you now, as soon as you go out, rumors of Wayne's illegitimate child will spread in the Gotham Daily tomorrow."

Alfred smiled knowingly: "I still remember that when you were just a little taller than now, you admired Master Dick very much and said you wanted to take him as your target."

Jason: "...That's because I was young and ignorant."

Alfred pretended he didn't hear it. While sending the message to Bruce, he edited a message with the communicator and sent it to a series of familiar phone numbers.

"Don't tell me you're informing Bruce about this."

Short-legged Jason couldn't see what he was doing, but he wasn't ready to meet Bruce, and didn't know what expression to put on his father.

He tensed his body and resisted: "Don't tell him!"

Perhaps due to the influence of his body, his thinking has also become childish and straightforward. He no longer wants to hide his anger and sadness, but wants others to see it, hoping to get the love and comfort from his elders.

Obviously, he succeeded.

"I know what you're trying to do with the master, but Master Jason, please forgive me, any running away from home without the premise of moving out of the household registration book is acting like a baby with your father."

The steward easily made Jason freeze on the spot speechless, and continued with a calm expression: "You need decent clothes, but before that... maybe I have to contact Master Kent first, and I'm locked up by you." Overturned coffin boards."

Jason: "..." By the way, fill up the soil, thank you.

Dejected, little Jason was led by the butler to change his clothes, and San Zan also rushed to the study on the second floor like a gust of wind.

In the study, Bruce Wayne just turned off the surveillance video, turned his head expressionlessly, and looked at the third funeral.

San Zan took a breath: "!!!!!!"

How could this Batman be different from Sajia's memory?

I saw the man sitting in the soft chair with sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes, his color was like green bamboo and white snow, his pair of steel blue eyes were as deep as a cold pool, handsome and dangerous, like the sharp edge of a knife.

The mage ruthlessly recited the mantra in his heart.

He didn't know that Batman looks so annoying!

Goblin!Almost messed up Sajia's great Buddha's heart!If it wasn't for the Sa family's heart falling on the king, I'm afraid it didn't change their sexuality because of this, Amitabha, it's really terrifying!

It is also rare for Wukong to meet a man who can compete with him in appearance, and Sanjian still behaves like this...

The monkey weighed in his mind for a moment, even though this Batman is sickly and weak like rain hitting a white lotus, but after drinking the Buddha's blood, his physique will surely surpass Schwarzenegger's, and he is cuter.

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, and they both secretly made up their minds that they must not stay in the place of right and wrong for long.