[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

In the dimly lit basement, there are only a few light bars emitting dim yellow light to provide some light.The environment without any windows for ventilation looks dull and depressing, especially the graffiti covering the surrounding walls, consisting of the three letters of F, O, and X. The color and the crazy and dazzling writing style, like blood dried up, make the The 'people' who saw it felt uneasy.

Yes, the 'person' mentioned here refers to... the little fox.

Where is this? !The cool wind brought by the fall and the pain of falling to the ground awakened the little fox from his nightmare.She looked left and right at the surrounding environment, and that kind of strange and familiar terrifying feeling was really frightening.

The little fox clearly remembered that it was because Clark was coming to the Bruce Manor, and she hid in the lounge on the third basement floor of the manor for fear that their meeting would cause unnecessary trouble.Then I fell asleep because the temperature environment and the bed were very comfortable.

Yes, absolutely!When she closed her eyes, she was at the Bruce Manor!So what's going on now?Did Bruce change the background of the room while she was sleeping?

...Hehe, it's impossible to even think about it.What kind of room decoration was changed inexplicably, and let alone the speed and this weirdness were completely inconsistent with Bruce and her style, even if it was really changed, it was impossible for her not to hear a sound.So, she was really caught off guard and crossed again, right?I also had the experience of time-traveling while sleeping before... Thinking of a young and old ogre duo, the little fox shuddered all over.

Let's see where this place is first, maybe she came to the time when Bruce was a child like last time?By the way, why is this place so familiar, I always feel as if I have been here before.While thinking hard, the little fox planned to stand up with his hands on the ground.

"Hiss!" The severe pain from the bone in his right hand made the little fox lose his strength in an instant, and he fell down with a thud: "It hurts!" Just now, he traveled through in his sleep, fell and did not adjust his posture, probably because his arm was injured .

Boom!While the little fox was checking the injury on his right hand, the door not far from him was suddenly kicked open violently.

"Ha! Which little mouse is so bold?" Someone dared to break into his private domain!The originally bored man grinned excitedly, his sharp steel teeth gleaming with a dangerous cold light.

Because of playing games with Batman before, the Joker was sent to Arkham to experience life again.But this was not a problem for him at all. He had been raised in Arkham for a few days, and he couldn't stay idle at all, so he directly blew up Arkham and ran out of it.

What the clown didn't expect was that within a few days of retirement, a man who claimed to be the rookie crime king popped up in Gotham, and threatened that the clown was trash, and if he met him, he would blow his head off.That's interesting!He just likes this kind of people who provoke him desperately. It will be more fun if the opponent is strong!The excited clown immediately sent a game invitation to the new crime lord, but in less than a day, the man knelt down and begged for mercy.

Huh, rubbish.

Just when the clown was planning to go to the Justice League again, unexpectedly, another little mouse came to the door, and this mouse was much bolder than before, and came here directly!

"HA! If you dare to break in here, you can—" The clown kicked the door excitedly, and his cold blue eyes, which had no emotion at all, froze for a moment when they touched the white figure in the room.

Grinning in pain, the little fox instantly forgot the pain when he saw the person coming, and only panic remained in his heart.She stared blankly at the clown who stood at the door and stared at her expressionlessly and murmured softly: "The clown..."

"Hmph, hum..." A hoarse and deep muffled laugh slowly sounded, even his shoulders couldn't help trembling.Half of the man's white skull-like face was hidden by the darkness, and half was illuminated by the dim light: "Hahahahahahahaha!" The creepy and insane laughter filled the entire basement, and the cold blue eyes flashed with extreme anger and anger. Violent, dangerous breath rushed towards that figure.

bang bang bang! ! !The pale hand instantly pulled out the gun and pointed it at the house and pulled the trigger.

Unexpectedly, the little fox, who attacked her as soon as the other party came, rushed to the side to avoid the bullets. He wanted to teleport away in a seal, but realized that his right hand was broken, so he couldn't seal it at all.

God!House seemingly endless rain!Her lucky value is still as bad as ever!

The clown strode into the basement with a tense expression, kicked hard with his short boots and closed the door with a bang.He pulled out another gun from his waist and frantically shot at the little fox.

"Wait a minute! Why are you—" The little fox thought that the clown might torture her, such as locking her on the bed and doing some weird things, which was not unheard of before, but she didn't expect that he would shoot her as soon as they met , She didn't do anything to apologize to him!

perhaps...

"I wanted to play with you." The clown seldom didn't smile, but at this moment, the face covered with oil paint was extremely tense.He looked at her expressionlessly, raised his hand and pulled out a crowbar from the weapon shelf next to him, and the prayer bead bracelet on his wrist collided with the crowbar, making a pleasant crashing sound: "It's a pity that your stupidity dispelled my fear." interest."

"What?" The little fox shivered as he looked at the clown who was no longer laughing wildly, but had a normal expression that was even more frightening.

The clown stepped forward a few steps and hit the little fox with a stick.

The little fox quickly dodged the blow by leaning back, but the clown swung his backhand one step faster.

"Wait!" The little fox twisted to the limit and retreated, only to feel that the curved tip of the crowbar caught the clothes around his waist, and hooked off a piece of fabric with a thud, exposing the white skin around his waist like that: "The clown you-"

"Who gave you the guts to impersonate her!" The clown roared hoarsely, his cold blue eyes full of fury that had been touched: "Who gave you the guts to run in front of me and pretend to be her!" The black pry The stick hit the little fox's head with a strong wind.

He thought she was impersonated by someone else!

"Bar! One-night stand! Buddha beads!" Seeing that the fox's head was about to be blown off, the little fox caught sight of the Buddha beads on the clown's wrist, had a flash of inspiration, and almost screamed a few words out of his voice.

Swish!The crowbar suddenly stopped at a distance from the little fox.

The little fox stared stiffly at the crowbar in front of him, and the back of his clothes was drenched in cold sweat.She moved her eyes without daring to breathe, and glanced at the silent clown who was still expressionless. After hesitating for a long time, she moved her body cautiously to the side.

The cold blue eyes followed the little fox's gaze.

"Mr. Clown, we still have a game to gamble." The little fox walked around the crowbar, enduring the trembling of his liver, and walked towards the clown: "Don't you remember?"

The clown slowly put down the hand holding the crowbar, and quietly watched the little fox slowly approaching him with blue eyes. The expressionless white face was more like a skeleton without human emotion.

"Mr. Clown..." The little fox blinked her innocent black eyes and approached him, raised her left hand and slowly put her arms around his slender waist: "You scared me just now." She raised her head and complained aggrievedly in a low voice road.

The clown lowered his eyes and met the little fox's gaze. After a while, his expression moved slightly, and he asked suspiciously, "Kitty?"

"En." The little fox responded immediately, for fear that his slow reaction would irritate the lunatic.

The clown narrowed his eyes, grabbed the little fox by the collar with his ring-covered hands, and tore open her clothes violently.

"Oh, what are you doing!" the little fox screamed.

Stab it!The sound of cloth tearing was heard again.

"Wait a minute, don't pull your pants! Underwear! Underwear is going to tear! Stop it, you pervert!"