Chapter 3073

Lord Marvel's foundation is still good. After receiving the blessing of the old power, he flew faster. When he disappeared in place, the waiter was still in a daze with a large golden wine cup in his hand.

He looked down and smelled the contents of the cup. He saw several maggot like tentacles dancing wildly in the blood and meat mixture, and couldn't help but dislike his mouth.

"It's really a walk away trip. It's the first time I've taken the initiative to die." He poured out the plasma in the cup and took the gold cup as a trophy: "Luther, it seems that my cousin's plan is coming to an end. Do you want to follow it? It seems unnecessary. The Lord is dead. "

Luther, dressed in purple and green, calmly came in from the door. He began to search marville's bedroom and calmly replied:

"No, I'm confident in the death knell, but his plan is still one step faster than mine. Tut, it's just a few seconds away. Let's break up when we get some benefits."

Once he felt that the death knell was like a hyena. Luther, who would only grab benefits in the event, eventually became a hyena.

Back in the past, Luther was also rich. She never searched for bodies, picked up other people's equipment, let alone copied home.

But now, reality has crushed his waist. Indeed, it is the fastest way to get benefits after killing others. The methods to become rich and strong are indeed recorded in the criminal law.

However, he still has a bottom line. He doesn't want anything such as gold wine glasses, gold candlesticks, gold shoes, etc. He is not short of money. The dead waiter takes all those things.

What he wants is magic props, books he can't understand, and objects with energy.

It's just right. They get what they need.

"Then you told me about buying a house in Gotham... You see?" The dead waiter came closer and scratched his ass in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I always mean what Luther says, let alone just a house." The bald head answered very generously. At the same time, he took a luminous square trioctahedron in his hand and stuffed it into the storage compartment of the armor: "you can move what you want here by yourself. I think there are some valuable hard currency."

"You're a good man, lex. Next time you fight Superman, you must remember that my heart is with you, brother." The dead waiter touched Luther's ass and solemnly... Slowly licked his lips with his tongue.

Although in that case, he may be physically standing with his cousin, Slade can't control his cousin's deep love for Luther!

He felt the evil black hand and his bald body shook. Although he had a lot of dealings with the creepy Madman of the clown, the madness of dead waiting is completely different from DC's style.

Who can stand running down the third road?

But who is he? He is Luther, the smartest man on earth, the new man.

No matter how he responds in his heart, he should keep a calm expression, otherwise he will lose to the bat?

"Oh, I know, but Batman has more money. Maybe you can touch his crotch." Luthor has a move. It's always right to leave the madman to Batman anyway.

The waiter tilted his mouth and began to collect things that looked valuable, such as the gold statue of kesulu:

"He has no money. The cat girl and the clown played immortal dance for him, which swept away the working capital of Wayne group. According to reliable information sources, Alfred is so poor that he doesn't cook meat dishes and only eats grass for Batman."

"I know about it, but the thief just stole the egg, and Bruce still has the hen laying the golden egg, but he can't catch the thief. Note that it was Bruce's fiancee Serena who transferred the Wayne group's money, not Gotham's strange cat girl. "

Luther, who wiped his palm, smiled. It was really a surprise that the clown could plot against the cat girl. The madman often did some interesting things:

"That's how clowns play. Serena can live realistically, and Bruce can live realistically, but bats can't. Batman is Gotham's Totem. If he uses his Batman identity to deal with Bruce's former fiancee... The clown will win because he made Batman take that step. "

The bald rich see clearly that when the clown is not aimed at him but at others, he has a sense of detachment from the bystander.

This is not the first time a clown has played like this, attacking or using people around Batman to try to get Batman out of control. It's an old trick.

From breaking Barbara's spine, to making double faced people, to killing Jason, a series of actions are for the purpose of this game to make Batman out of control.

However, at present, Batman is very sober. He still abides by his own rules and does not cross that line.

Perhaps the emergence of the laughing bat has become an alarm. Batman is now more strict with himself.

Maybe clowns understand this, so such bats are more fun.

Listening to the tongue twister, the dead waiter's head tilted to the left and to the right. He didn't understand what Luther said

Why do people compete with their uniform identity? Isn't Batman Bruce? Is this psychosis or psychosis?

"So Batman is still rich?"

He understood this.

"Money, at least compared with you, he doesn't have to worry about money." Luther clapped his hands. He took everything he could see: "we can evacuate. Since the operation is smooth, I'll buy you a drink and go to your earth."

Baldheaded looked very enthusiastic, and he seemed very satisfied.

When he heard of drinking and waiting, he was excited, but he suddenly remembered, or what he remembered under the reminder of the audience:

"Er, not now. Wait for me for a moment. My cousin has to say that I'll come right away."

With that, he took out the gem of the plot rationality and disappeared with the transmission belt.

When he disappeared, the smile on Luther's face disappeared, his body retched uncontrollably, and the time with the dead waiter was obviously not as easy as he showed.

But there's something to finish.

Holding the wall, he walked out of the Lord's bedroom, walked through the corridor full of flesh and blood and deformed tentacles, and walked out of the 'H' spacecraft that fell on the ground.

The technology of the ship obviously belonged to another person, but it didn't work for Luther.

Looking at the unclean doctor who was forgotten by Wade and standing outside the ruins of the spacecraft, he waved bareheaded to the rotten giant and wanted to know some information:

"Friend, I'm very interested in what you call love. Can you introduce your gods to me?"

Strange's face, which had become a great unclean, was swollen with pus, but it did not affect his naive smile. He sat down cross legged and put his yellow face as close to Luther as possible:

"Of course. Let me introduce our kind father."

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