There are always Chaoying trying to attack me [Comprehensive British and American]

The cold breath surrounded Yarlin and penetrated into every wound of his, evoking severe pain.Like sprinkling salt, or pinching into the broken skin-obviously, the god of death is very angry.

The young man rolled his eyes.

There was blood falling down his arm, against the pale complexion and slender figure, blooming flowers leading to the other shore.

The mask covered half of his face.Yarlin pulled his hood, stepped indifferently, and step by step left the Wayne Building, a symbol of wealth and power, behind him.

"Have you thought about the consequences of using me?"

The tone of death is gloomy and fierce, just like the villain boss in various literary works, containing almost paranoid resentment.

The boy ignored him.

"You take this robot very seriously—"

Yarlin's footsteps stopped.

He turned around and looked at the dumbfounded 01, his eyelashes drooping slightly, reflected in the clear pupils, dividing the pure green.

"……Do not."

- "You won't break the rules."

The young man who quickly figured out the logic let out a sigh of relief.He lowered his voice and retorted calmly: "No matter how dissatisfied you are, you didn't kill the person who was resurrected by me; you targeted me because I broke your rules."

——"You don't kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Death was silent.

The cold atmosphere surrounding Yarlin faded away.The ubiquitous God let out an inexplicable "huh" and stopped making trouble.

The boy lowered his head and walked over the crowd.

The passers-by who witnessed his "demolition of the building" watched him in amazement and hurriedly made way for him, for fear of touching him.

The area appears to be muted.

Holding the backpack strap, Yaerlin led the "Gululu" 01 with sliding wheels, turned into a remote alley, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Bruce Wayne was woken up.

Under his exhausted expression, Alfred called up the surveillance near the Wayne Building, and played the screen recording of Yarlin jumping off the building.

"It was my negligence." The butler said.

The dark knight, who was active at night, had only slept for an hour before he had to force himself to get up to deal with emergencies.While putting on his shoes, he stated: "We underestimated him too much."

"...underestimated his self-destructive tendencies."

Bats are in no rush to catch people.

Relying on the camera, he closely monitored Yarlin's actions, and ate a simple breakfast by the way, thinking methodically.

a week ago.

Bruce Wayne received a report from Superman—the god on earth, who recklessly surrendered his blood for a photo album.

"I want to give it to him at the right time."

Bats are noncommittal.

A week later.

The person who aroused Superman's desire to protect, made Superman willing to exchange blood for photo albums, smashed the windows of Wayne Building, and performed a much-anticipated jumping performance-the screen recording is probably going crazy.

Bruce sighed.

He turned on the laptop and entered a website skillfully: the upper half of the webpage was a person wearing a white cloak and hood, whose face could not be seen clearly; the lower half was frantically scrolling messages.

It was different from the begging and despair before.

Today's message boards have an extra voice.

"Why didn't Miracle save us! He clearly has the ability to save us! Can we just wait to die?! Come out!"

"I have money! Help me."

"If miracles will only appear after the war... can we find a way to die in the war? Lead to miracles?"

……

Hatred, eagerness, madness—

When a group of people whose lives are hanging by a thread get together and encourage each other, hoping to seize the only chance of life...no one knows what they can do.The administrator of the website kept blocking the account, but couldn't keep up with the growth rate of messages.

This is why Bat dare not let Yarlin wander in Gotham, and even imprison him simply and rudely.

Gotham is a mess.

If the boy saves someone on a whim... even if it is a one in ten thousand chance, Bruce would not bet on it.He must suppress potential threats to prevent greater losses.

Bruce Wayne closed the page.

He retrieved Bruce hesitated for a moment, then gave up on the autoclave.

It is better to be regarded as a "new mutant" with explosive force value than to be stripped out of a "miracle" vest...

…As we all know, mutants generally only have one power.

The boy who couldn't even heal his own wounds...

How could it be a miracle.

He closed the computer, glanced at the monitor, and froze.The bat frowned tightly as if it had seen something disgusting, and shock appeared in its light brown eyes.

——The? Joker

Obvious.

The clown has escaped from prison again.

The shadow once again enveloped Gotham.

Yarlin leaned against the wall, stretched out his arms, followed 01's instructions, disinfected, applied medicine and tied bandages.He took off his mask because of the cut on his face.

Blood smeared his pale and delicate skin.

The boy's silver hair stuck to the side of his face, embellished with fragments of light.His long and dense eyelashes, paired with beautiful pupils, are extraordinarily seductive.

He has many injuries.

He should have cried out.But his face did not change, the nerves stimulated by the disinfectant could not shake his emotions, nor could it affect his demeanor.

Like flowers on the edge of a cliff—

He is in full bloom, but crumbling.

Neighboring to the abyss, the vast blackness is regarded as a refuge.Rejecting all assistance, there is a glimmer of light hidden in the bottom of my heart.He stands on a dangerous border and seems to fall at any time, however.

In the boundless void.

He is the only point of light left.

Even if it's shaky, weak, and crumbles at the touch of a button, he embraces the light—a light that he doesn't even realize.

What a contradictory gesture.

The clown hummed an unknown tune, and slowly approached a person and an AI who were concentrating on treating their wounds, and stopped beside them.

Yarlin tilted his head and looked at him.

Human eyes can speak.

That touch of emerald green is buried with the tenderness created by love, the tenacity created by responsibility, and the sorrow created by blood... It is like a ray of light thrown into the dark seabed.

Dreamy and ethereal, it is fascinating.

——The clown raised the corners of his lips.

"Look what I bumped into?"

His smile has nothing to do with adjectives such as "friendly" and "gentle", and is full of indescribable, pure and unbelievable malice, like a naughty child who never takes harm seriously.

—"A Wounded Bird!"

"Oh... this must be a gift from Gotham—look, I ran into a poor bird just as I came out."

"Good luck."

He muttered to himself and took a step forward.

——Yarlin blocked 01 reflexively.

the same moment.

Peter Parker in the classroom stared at the video about "New Mutants", and unconsciously clenched his palms.

"..."

Ken was always hurting.

It's hard to heal...

He covered the phone in a complicated mood, lay down on the table, listened to the conversation of his classmates, and stared at the blackboard in a daze.

How much you love yourself——

"Crack."

Logan pushed open the door and stepped into Charles Xavier's office.The TV in the corner played the "New Mutants" video, and the host justly condemned the property damage caused by Yarlin.

Charles stood by the window with a calm expression on his face.

"This is the homework for the students." 24 lazily put down a stack of notebooks as if he didn't hear the host's high-spirited talk.

He turned and left, closing the door.

- There was a soft "click".

The professor remained motionless.He stared at the lush trees, the delicate flowers, the crystal-clear fountain... staring at all the quiet and beautiful things, the light in his eyes gradually became dark.

If he wants to leave, I will let him go.

So he fell all over and was criticized verbally and in writing.

--I regret.

Yarlin.

I regret.