"Yes, he and I..." Harry counted on his fingers and finally said, "We haven't seen each other in four days."
Bruce nodded with some disappointment. He turned around and looked at Clark, only to see that the other person's expression was similar to his.
Harley looked at them with dazzling eyes, and then said with a bright smile: "What do you want from him? I think I can also help you. Has any particularly powerful monster appeared?" As she spoke, she
Be very proactive and even a little impatient.
Clark pursed his lips and smiled restrainedly: "There is no monster, just...a little personal matter."
Harley didn't pause and continued to ask: "Private matters don't matter, who do you want to hit?"
Seeing Clark shaking his head again, she said quickly: "Don't worry! I'm very powerful now. If he can do it, I can do it!"
Bruce was speechless, and Clark smiled politely.
There was only one meaning on their faces: I don't believe it.
Harley was anxious.
She directly rolled up her sleeves, revealing the gold and red dragon pattern on the back of her hand.
I saw her clasping her hands together, rubbing them gently, and then slowly spreading them apart.
Suddenly, she saw a miniature divine dragon leaping and spinning freely between her hands. When she looked closely, she saw that the divine dragon was equipped with scales and claws, and its eyes were moving and lifelike.
Then, Harley threw it upward slightly, and the dragon suddenly turned its head and soared into the sky, its body growing rapidly against the wind at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it expanded from less than half a meter to over a hundred meters.
The golden scales were reflected in the morning light, and the mottled shadows were constantly swaying. The sharp claws were curled under the body, and the dragon's mane and beard were swaying in the wind. Suddenly, the dragon swung lightly, and the dragon's head drooped to the top of everyone's heads.
Every time I breathed in, the cool breeze blew against my face.
Bruce was stunned on the spot.
Clark was also stunned.
After a few seconds, the two of them looked down at the back of Harley's hand in no particular order.
Harley did not dodge, but stretched out her hand as if to show off.
"Look, he gave this to me. I can borrow his power from him through this thing."
"Borrow?" Bruce keenly discovered the core element.
Harley nodded: "Well, that's what he said anyway, but he also said that I can do it for free."
"Whoring for free?"
"It means you don't have to pay any price."
Clark suddenly came to his senses at this time: "This is equivalent to him sharing his power with you."
Harley's eyes rolled: "Yes, you are right, so I am very powerful now, how about it? Do you need help?"
She has been blessed by the Dragon King for a long time, but during this time, she has been facing Gotham's local gangsters.
Although the people of Gotham are famous for their simplicity and simplicity, it cannot be tolerated that those simple guys are just ordinary people. No matter how ferocious they are on a daily basis, their strength is still limited.
Harley has already transitioned from being excited at the beginning to being boring now.
There is no better time for wise men than this.
She also saw the scene of a group of people beating Poseidon before, and she felt very regretful about this.
If only she wasn't in Gotham at that time.
Now Harley is equivalent to a knight who has just obtained the secret book and magical weapons through an adventure. She can't help but want to find some strong guys to test her strength.
Clark glanced at Bruce, and then said: "Harry, I am very grateful for your attitude, but we have not found the enemy yet..."
"So there are enemies?"
"Uh...yes."
"Then can you notify me when you find the enemy?"
Clark glanced at Bruce again.
Bruce looked at his nose with his eyes, as if he was practicing.
Helpless, Clark had no choice but to say: "If there is no special danger, I think it is okay."
Harley was not satisfied with this, she pouted and said: "How can that be done? Only special danger means there are powerful enemies behind it. If they are just ordinary people like gang members, what's the point? "
Clark clearly disagrees with this view.
But before he could refute, Bruce finally answered in advance.
"Harry, I think if we need help, I will definitely contact you as soon as possible."
Harry immediately beamed with joy and stretched out his hand.
Bruce gave him a high-five without hesitation.
"Great, we have reached an agreement! Mr. Wayne, you are indeed a good person, both before and now."
Bruce smiled softly.
After a pause, he looked at the back of Harley's hand and asked, "Miss Harley, you just said the word 'borrow', does that mean you can use it to borrow power from Hong?"
"That's right, this thing comes in many colors. Only the one with my color can be bought for free. The other colors need to pay a certain price to borrow power."
There was a delicate light flashing slightly in Bruce's eyes.
"Miss Harley, do you know what you need to pay?"
Harry raised his head slightly, put a finger on his chin, and brought his eyebrows together slightly, thinking: "Hmm... I think it should be something precious or special?"
"This seems more like an exchange?"
"You can also say that."
"Then... I mean, as long as you pay something precious, you can definitely borrow his power?"
"Well, that's what he told me."
Bruce's first thought was a scam.
He felt that this was not because of his villainy, but that anyone would have such worries after getting such a thing. After all, there was no very special public institution as a guarantee.
Just like the legendary contract with the devil, no one knows whether the devil will defraud your soul or even everything through deception. This kind of story has always been popular in the human world.
“What exactly can I get in exchange for it?”
"That's too much!" Harley introduced him enthusiastically.
The arm image flashed faintly, the palms turned over, two gray-yellow flames rose in the palms, and the air was suddenly filled with a burning breath.
Turning his hand again, Harley's hands turned into two sharp claws, and the sharp claws easily cut the corners of the table smoothly.
Following that, Harley sometimes condensed a circular magic shield with intertwined lines and magic text, and sometimes dozens of arms separated from behind her, and they danced together to draw portals in the air.
Then, a pair of black bat wings with a wingspan of about three meters suddenly appeared behind Harley. The wings shook, and Harley flew up easily and easily.
Bruce and Clark were immediately dazzled.
Harley flew at low altitude and smiled at Bruce: "Do I look more like Batman than you now?"
Bruce was speechless.
Harley flapped her wings again, came to Bruce very quickly, and pressed a palm on Bruce's chest.
Bruce instinctively wanted to dodge, but his speed was far inferior to Harley. When he reacted and wanted to dodge, he suddenly found that he was floating.
That doesn't seem entirely right, because not only did he float up, he even saw the back of his head.
His eyes widened immediately, and when he looked down, his whole body became transparent.
Clark watched from the side without even blinking.
Bruce was like a balloon with a broken string, drifting further and further away. After reacting, he struggled forward, but because he was in the air, he couldn't use his strength to move. In the end, he could only drag the air heavier than himself as if he was swimming.
forward.
Harley smiled and waved, and Bruce's soul suddenly accelerated back into his body.
The moment he woke up, he stepped back quickly, and Superman stepped forward to hold him up.
Bruce looked at Harley's palm and asked in confusion: "What is that?"
"Astral projection is also one of his abilities."
"All of those just now?"
"That's right, I used to be just an ordinary person."
"The thing used for exchange...how to evaluate its value?"
"Well, of course it's not measured in human currency, but anything that has practical significance and special value in human society can be used. Even some technological products, weapons and equipment can be exchanged for his power. It's just an order of magnitude.
It may be less. You can also exchange physical strength that can be restored naturally. By the way, I heard from him that if some strength is not consumed after being exchanged, storing it in the body can also delay aging and death.
It is not even impossible to directly extend life span."
Bruce finally kicked the thing on the back of Harley's hand out of suspicion of a scam.
Because according to Harley's demonstration just now, he didn't need to think carefully to find that if this thing could be produced in large quantities, the benefits he would reap would be unimaginable.
Just imagine, suppose you can use what you have now in exchange for supernatural powers that ordinary people have no access to before, and even directly break through the human life span...
Speaking of the latter alone, what can Hong Fei get from it?
Bruce can figure it out with his butt.
Beside him, Clark also sounded a little envious.
Of course he didn't want to borrow something from Hong Fei, but assuming that he also had the ability to make this thing, he could share his power with Martha and Louise for free. In that case, let alone
It's a kidnapping. Even if they encounter some difficult battle scenes, they can still be innately invincible with their strong physical defense.
Clark doesn't expect or want them to participate in the battle, as long as they can avoid being hurt, that's great.
Bruce glanced at Clark at this time, and with this quick glance, he could directly see through Clark's mind.
He asked again: "This thing should be difficult to make, right?"
It should be difficult, after all, such an exchange goes against the laws of science.
"Is it difficult? It's not difficult! He gave it to me, and he gave it to Gabriel, and it seems he gave it to other people, but Gabriel's is not as good as mine. And I saw that he still had a lot in his hand before."
Clark blinked, his heart suddenly moved.
Bruce: Me too!
"Oh, by the way, Miss Harley, I forgot to ask you just now, does this thing have a name?"
"Yes, he calls it the Dragon King's blessing, but the other colors are called the Dragon King's mark."
Bruce nodded and finally ended the conversation.
Afterwards, they casually chatted with Harry for a few words before saying goodbye and leaving together.
After they left, Harley's smile changed, like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.
She called out Arthur and said with a smile: "Tell him what happened just now as soon as possible. I think...he will definitely like their reaction."