The Joker stood in front of Batman.

one person,

He bent down slightly, slanted his head at a very strange angle, poked out, and looked at Batman under the night.

"Do you want to know who I am?" Zhang Jun put his hand on the Batman mask. He had endured this ghost mask for a long time.

The clown nodded.

The mask was taken off without hesitation, and after the mask was Bruce Wayne's handsome face.

"It's him, gaga," the clown smiled, his expression of speaking was so cute: "What is a rich man supporting him? He is taking all kinds of risks for others. I can't figure it out. This man is really a weird flower. Shouldn't the rich all sleep on the poor man's **?"

The poor are the best, the rich's bed. When a society measures everything with money, human nature itself will change. The rich will never truly understand what the poor want and what the poor want.

The rich class will only make rules with high standards, some bullshit rules, and then use violence to maintain these bullshits.

"A rich man who accidentally showed some sympathy, haha." The clown shook his head, feeling that this cold joke was really not funny.

"You said it was him, but not me." Zhang Jun listened to the clown's words to himself: "How do you know, I'm not Batman's?"

The clown feels funny: "Well, um. It's intuition, you don't have the stinky smell of shit on you."

Zhang Jun didn't understand the clown's words, but he liked the clown's blunt way of speaking: "Very good, I will let you die in my hands, not the people behind me. It will be easier to die in my hands, and the whole process will not be long."

Zhang Jun raised his foot and walked towards the clown.

The moment of lifting your foot,

His face began to twist strangely, and the bones on his cheeks became a little bit stuck, stretching his head flat. Zhang Jun took a breath of air conditioning. The deformation process was still very painful.

This pain made him very excited.

He resisted the urge to whip his head.

At this time, if you are beaten a few times, the chip in your mind may emit electric current due to impact. There are only a few cells left in your brain, and you should be able to feel the stimulation of this current.

Now there is no time to self-harm, Zhang Jun is walking forward.

The skull that was laid up began to collapse downwards. The whole face began to fall from the high nose in the middle, and it went back bit by bit, with eyes, nose and mouth slurred together tightly.

"Sorry, this may scare you, but I don't have the extra energy to keep it. Bruce's handsome face is spit out of his head, which is completely unpopular.

The clown nodded, stretched out his left hand to spread his clothes, and the clothes were covered with grenades and the garden ring of the fuse were hung on the thumb of the other hand. The clown shook his thumb.

Zhang Jun's nose was crooked, but he was not angry: "Why do you have to send yourself to that heartless woman?"

Zhang Jun kept walking towards the clown.

Behind him, the full moon has climbed to the top floor.

And on the roof, a white gauze had risen up flutteringly.

In the full moon, the white gauze is white.

Where is the dream frozen? I looked at the clown under the moon coldly, and the clown’s shaking thumb. Just like the goddess of the moon, I watched an ignorant mortal.

"I'm going to gain another soul again" a gentle voice spoke in Meng's mouth.

Next, there were sound waves visible to the naked eye, emitted from the body of the Moon Under the Garden, and moved forward in a cluster.

It was directly blown in front of the clown's body. The clown had the fuse that he pulled into his hand and was fixed in place by this wave of sound waves.

There was a madness on his face,

"Ah" Meng said softly. Under the touch of fear, the clown was not completely controlled, and he was still struggling in his mind: "A ordinary person is just a very high mental resistance."

"However, it's just a lot of willpower, but after all, it's just an ordinary person." The left hand swayed lightly, and the white moonlight of the moon gathered in his hand and hit the clown.

Like a spotlight, it illuminates the clown in front of Zhang Jun.

The clown fell down in the beam of light, kneeled down on the ground, fists shrank, and her purple hair hung in front of Zhang Jun's feet, and her hair swung into a dance.

"Put your heart to me and merge it into my heart full of holes." Meng looked at the clown who was still unwilling to surrender under the beam of light: "Speaking of it, under the touch of my fear, you are the first ordinary person who can support me for so long."

The clown lay down on the cold ground. His nervous twitched, his hands and feet were completely out of control. In his heart, the past of his life was like a movie, and he was spinning rapidly.

The clown saw his father, the man who killed his mother and then cut through the corner of his mouth.

The clown saw his wife and loved her deeply, but she just gambled randomly. The woman who was even scratched by someone in the end.

The clown suffered too much in his life and was afraid of too many things. But after suffering hardships and rolling his eyes to the world, the clown is no longer afraid, even the slightest fear of death.

He was also suppressed by the clown, and the clown knew that what he was doing now was worth it.

Just for the strongest demon to come to the world.

Looking up, under the beam of light, the white paint on the face is whiter and the scars are brighter.

He lowered his head and choked with his face.

Where the clown's head touched, blood began to fly and scatter.

The smooth ground is illuminated by a beam of light, like a jade plate made of beautiful jade.

The bloody scene was actually covered up under the white beam of light. What was finally revealed was a beautiful picture.

A beautiful picture of big beads falling from a jade plate.

"Why?" Meng said softly. This was not what Meng controlled the clown to do, but the clown was using pain to stimulate himself in order to get rid of the unsuppressible fear in his heart.

"Why?" Wang Jun had already completed the change, changed back to his extremely ordinary face, and looked down at the clown: "Anyway, you are always going to die. Why do you have to die so painfully?"

The clown was speechless, just kept hitting his face. He could die, and when he came here, the clown knew the result.

But before that person arrives, he must not die easily.

Wang Jun looked at the clown, turned his head and looked back for a while.

The eyes were facing Meng in the full moon, and Meng understood Wang Jun’s meaning.

Wang Jun is a cold person, but at this time, he has such a little bit of jealousy towards the clown. Can you give him a break? Wang Jun asked about the meaning of dreams with his eyes.

Dream nodded.

The beam dissipates.

Wang Jun squatted down, stretched out his left hand with a metallic luster, and stuck it on the clown's neck, half dragging it up, the clown who had seen nothing white paint on his face.

"Go away" Wang Jun is not a talkative person.

While speaking, the metal fake hand had already begun to exert force.

(Thanks to Situ Tianwen for your reward. Thank you sincerely)

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Chapter completed!