"A world-class expert in ancient languages and a world-class icon? ... I'm tempted to say that I don't have a sense of reality, but I always feel that only this level of family inheritance can be worthy of the weird operation that my son has been doing, anyway... The children of idols should generally be super beautiful... It doesn't look like it. ”

"Dad... My face follows my biological father, and I don't think I'm bad-looking. ”

"Compared to idols, it's a long way off."

"Are you talking about those unscrupulous artists who are not skilled and whose character is quite cheap? Please, please, can you not treat my mother as a guy of that level? My mother is world-class, not something that can be compared to those little deflated three. ”

It was already evening, and Xingle was lying on the bed in the medical room, looking at the Livelyttes and Alex in front of him complaining about their life experiences without mercy, and at the same time complaining back.

"Even if you say that, I don't know how to say it, because I don't know how to react to the fact that your mother is a world-class icon, because there's no actual... I've seen your mother's abilities, and you know that. ”

Alex had an expression that didn't know what to put on after all, Xingle suddenly said that his life experience was very powerful, but there was no real material, to be honest, it was really subtle, that feeling.

"I didn't lie this time, besides, with a child like me who can sing and dance, isn't that enough to prove that I have the blood of idols?"

"It also proves how your kid's superficial show-loving temperament came about, but now that I think about it, this is very reasonable, because many artists like to do all kinds of ridiculous things to attract attention."

"I tend to hit the 'ball' on people."

Xingle didn't shy away from saying such a sentence, which made the corners of Brian's eyes twitch fiercely, especially the rogue and literary atmosphere that this kid usually has, and sometimes I really wonder if this kid is schizophrenic.

"Not to mention this, regarding the battle above, according to the investigation, there is an unknown fighter jet involved in the battlefield, and with this fighter alone, it is equal to Bogajou. Dizaste's offensive, but... Looking at your kid's face, it goes without saying that that fighter should be your boy's masterpiece, right? ”

Brian originally planned to explain the battle in space to Xingle, and at the same time wanted to talk about the unknown fighter, but looking at Xingle's raised eyebrows, but he was not surprised at all, needless to say, that fighter must be Xingle's masterpiece, and it is very likely that Batman is piloting.

"Batman and Damian, they're on that plane, I'm not wrong, am I?"

"It's really the two of them, it looks like they're ready, and they should be able to help them drag on a little longer... However, there is still some fear that they will be self-defeating, and that fighter will deal with Bogajou. As for Dizaste, I have confidence, but his ability is too strong, and I am quite worried that Bogajou will learn something from it, and then I will be in big trouble. ”

Xingle said while laughing at himself for the fate of less than three days left, feeling embarrassed, after all, he knows the full performance of the Bat War Dragon, even if Batman is not in place and there are changes, but the equipment and systems that are basically loaded on it are the system packages that Xingle asked a predecessor to be compatible and adjusted, so its performance is still terrifying.

Although it is impossible to copy the light energy attack of the Spice Element, it can copy various combat formats, and these will become things that Xingle will face in the future, which can be regarded as shooting himself in the foot.

"Then you're going to let them fly that fighter plane?"

"There's no way, if you can't stop Bogajou here. Dizast for a while, this guy will quickly aim at various high-energy sources on the earth, not to mention how many people will die, just the follow-up disasters, it is not easy to clean up, I can't bear to see this scene. ”

In this regard, Xingle showed a wry smile, after all, he has this kind of character, now, he is sitting here, waiting for a reply, in fact, it is also a helpless move, although he has recovered to the level of one-third of his strength, but his actual combat power is not one-fifth of his peak state, this kind of combat power, it is better not to have it.

And now Bhagavajo. Dizast is in the outer universe, absorbing all kinds of fighting methods and energy, the radiation of the universe, for Bhagavajo. Dizaste is a very incredible tonic, and these things are not blessed to be consumed by Xingle.

After all, for Xingle, the only supplement is protein, and having such a body can be regarded as a sign that there is nothing and no weakness.

While Xingle was talking, the door of the medical room opened, and Rong En walked in, with a hard face, and said:

"People from the government department are here, in this situation, they may be looking for you, or they may be 'accountable' for the matter of that fighter, and you have to find a way to get out of here yourself, so as not to be caught."

After saying that, he left, maybe it was delaying time, after all, the faces of most government departments are notoriously unanimous, arrogant, and arrogant, and when they see someone, it is as if the other party owes them money.

Needless to say, Xingle knows that those grandsons who don't do their business all day long either covet the black technology materials in Xingle's hands, or they are under house arrest for the current Xingle, but that is also the worst situation that can only be done, but will Xingle give them the opportunity to do so? Joke.

Tomorrow there is a more troublesome thing on it, waiting to be dealt with, and the result is still here

"It seems that your kid has become fragrant again, how about it, do you want to tie it up or dodge it?"

Brian naturally understands the faces of these government officials, the energy that Xingle has at the moment is too great, so that those victimized paranoia and interest gamblers can't help but move their own minds, but Xingle definitely doesn't have that international time to play this and that with them.

"I'm not in the mood to pay attention to them now, I don't want to fight, can't I hide from me."

Xingle rolled his eyes at this, and at the same time took out a pink crystal from his pants, which was the magic crystal block of the previous spatial movement, which would teleport all the existence within the scope of the operation back to Xingle's office.

If you want to talk about the safest place, naturally you have to talk about Xingle's black technology and black magic office hut, that place is a hut that can't be entered without the certificate of the world's deacon, and now Xingle needs to rest, instead of playing sloppy with these guys, what should I do when the earth is beaten? Isn't the weird star music enough? Amusing.

"Well, I'll leave here too, I always feel like these guys will say something I don't want to hear, and it will affect my mood and recovery."

After Sarah on the side finished speaking, she picked up the clothes on the side and went to the bathroom to change them, after all, the hospital gown is still here, so let's change it out.

"Then I'll be together, Xingle, this guy always loves to be strong, and he always hides any harm and secrets on his body, so I follow up to watch this guy don't die, and just hand over Sarah to Xingle, I'm not at ease."

Alex on the side was the same, with the willingness to follow, but... What do you mean by 'I'm not at ease when handed it over'? Am I that unreliable?

Xingle couldn't help but roll his eyes and disdain Alex, turned his head, only to see Brian's eyes looking at him, which made Xingle stunned for a moment.

How to say it, I always feel that my adoptive father is looking at him at the moment, as if he is looking at the eyes of some animal, which makes Xingle feel that he is a beast, although he has not been seen by others with this kind of eyes in the past, after all, the things he did are not something that people can do, but it always feels a little weird to be looked at by his father like this.

Myself... Has anything been done? Although I have done a lot of things that I have not done, have you ever done a bad thing to make my father see me like this? Probably not.

But looking at his father, his expression was complicated, his eyes were weird, he lowered his head and sighed from time to time, and wanted to roar to the sky, but he was depressed, headache, annoyance, anger, heartache, joy, relief, pity, forgiveness, all kinds of emotions appeared in front of Xingle's eyes, and finally turned into indescribable complexity, walked forward, and came to Xingle's face.

"Uh, Dad, how are you..."

Feeling the strange gaze of his father, especially when he raised his hand, put his hand on his shoulder, and patted his shoulder as if he were serious, Xingle felt a strange feeling, as if he was wearing a white dress and holding some kind of ceremony in a certain church, huh? How do I have this delusion? Haven't I often seen churches as drug dens?

When Xingle's brain traveled outside the world, Brian was already sighing, with a posture of a master who didn't care about the world, and left with his hands, so that Xingle's brain couldn't react a little, what's going on? Why has the style of painting changed today?

But Xingle didn't notice that his mother Sophia didn't know why she was laughing, and the smile was meaningful, so elusive, even Xingle felt that there was something wrong with the taste, wasn't that the smile she usually put on when she played tricks on people?

"Mom, you're again... What's wrong? ”

Just when Xingle was about to burn his brain, Sophia also stepped forward and patted her adopted son on the shoulder, as if she had entrusted something, and that kind of entrustment, how did she feel... A very lifelong, very lifelong vow... How does it feel weird and weird?

It's a pity that Xingle hasn't asked yet, and Sophia has also followed in her husband's footsteps, making Xingle half-open, almost stunned, and doesn't know what to say.

On the contrary, Alex on the side couldn't help but shake his head, looking like he didn't know whether to do it or not.

At this time, Sarah had already changed into a white dress and walked out of the bathroom, so that Xingle also dispelled his doubts, and at this time, let the two girls stand on both sides of him, directly to the ground under him, smashed the crystal, let the hexagonal circle appear, and teleported away the three people......

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