The cries were filled with fear and helplessness; every syllable was like a distress signal from a soul struggling in the darkness.

Qin Yang turned around quickly, and his body changed direction in an instant like a flexible gyroscope.

After a while, Qin Yang's eyes were fixed on a tragic scene not far away - the young Bruce Wayne, the future Batman, was standing there helplessly, witnessing the horrific scene of his parents being brutally killed by unknown forces.

His eyes were filled with shock and anger, and his gaze was like two burning torches, wanting to burn away all the evil in the darkness.

Qin Yang whispered to himself, instantly entering combat mode and said, "This is not accidental."

His voice was low and suppressed, like the muffled thunder before a storm.

The body is slightly squatted, and the legs are like two tight springs, ready to launch out at any time.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, like a few hard white stones.

Then, Qin Yang rushed to the scene of the incident quickly. The power of the Shining Fruit surged in his body. His feet seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, and he instantly crossed a distance of dozens of meters.

He ran very fast, bringing up a gust of wind behind him. The wind was howling, blowing up the fallen leaves and debris on the ground, like an angry dragon flying behind him.

Qin Yang's figure turned into a blurry light and shadow in the night, leaving only a faint trace.

Bruce's eyes were filled with tears and his voice trembled as he said, "No! Mom, Dad! Someone come and save them!" His tears rolled down from his eyes like beads that had broken off the string.

His face was twisted in pain, his lips trembled constantly, and his teeth were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to crush all the pain.

The voice was full of despair and helplessness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from a broken heart.

Qin Yang said gently but firmly: "Don't be afraid, child.

I will protect you. "

The voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, gently caressing Bruce's wounded heart.

Qin Yang's eyes were full of pity and determination, like a solid lighthouse, guiding Bruce in the dark sea of ​​despair.

Soon, Qin Yang appeared beside Bruce and pulled him to a safe area.

His movements were quick and agile, his arms like a powerful python, tightly wrapping around Bruce's body.

While pulling Bruce, lean your body slightly and use your body balance and strength to ensure that Bruce can be brought to a safe place smoothly and quickly.

At the same time, he opened his hands slightly, and golden light gathered in his palms. That was the speed of light power given to him by the Sparkling Fruit.

The light grew brighter and brighter, like two balls of burning golden flames blazing in his palms.

There seemed to be countless energies surging in the light, like a surging tide looking for an exit.

The heat emitted by the light made the surrounding air warm, and wisps of hot air rose in the air.

The cold voice of the man in black came from the darkness and said, "Humph, there are still people who dare to interfere in our affairs."

The voice was cold and eerie, like a curse coming from an ice cellar.

Every word was like a piece of cold stone hitting the ground, making people feel chilled.

Several dark shadows rushed out from the darkness, holding sharp blades, and approached Qin Yang and Bruce.

Their figures were like ghosts in the darkness, moving silently.

The sharp blade flashed coldly in the dim light, like the eyes of a devil spying on its prey.

His steps were light and swift, and every step was like a note jumping in the darkness, playing the melody of death. But Qin Yang just smiled lightly, flicked his fingers lightly, and the golden light turned into countless tiny points of light, shooting at the men in black at a speed beyond the naked eye.

The smile carried a kind of confidence and contempt for the enemy. It was like a flower blooming in the darkness, beautiful yet full of power.

He moved his fingers with grace and ease, like an artist playing his favorite instrument.

Qin Yang said in a calm tone, but with unquestionable strength: "Light is the messenger of justice and the nemesis of darkness."

The sound was steady and powerful, like the sound of an ancient bell echoing in the night sky.

Every word is like a bullet of justice, shot at the evil in the darkness.

As the light spots touched them, the men in black fell to the ground one after another, as if they were hit in the vitals by an invisible force and lost their combat effectiveness.

The sound of them falling was like heavy bags of grain being thrown on the ground; the "thump thump" sounds were particularly abrupt in the silent night.

Their bodies were still twitching slightly when they fell to the ground, like insects struck by electric current.

During the whole process, Bruce only felt a flash before his eyes, and then everything was over.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and disbelief.

My brain seemed to have short-circuited, and for a moment I was unable to comprehend what was happening before my eyes.

His body was still trembling slightly, as the aftereffects of the fear just now were still lingering in his body.

Bruce looked at Qin Yang in shock and gratitude and said, "Who are you? How did you do it?" His voice was full of curiosity and awe, and he stared at Qin Yang without blinking, as if he wanted to see through Qin Yang.

Bruce's lips were slightly parted, his breathing still a little rapid, like a child who had just experienced a nightmare and was looking for answers.

Qin Yang squatted down, his movements were gentle and slow, like a feather falling.

When he squatted, his knees bent at just the right angle, and the hem of his black windbreaker lightly swept the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

She looked at Bruce tenderly, her eyes were like a trickle of water under the warm spring sun, full of endless warmth and care.

The eyes were like a deep lake, clear and tranquil, with Bruce's small figure reflected in them like a small boat on the lake.

Qin Yang said: "My name is Qin Yang, and I come from a very far place.

As for these, you can understand them as my abilities.

The important thing is that you are safe now."

The sound was like a gentle breeze, gently brushing past Bruce's ears.

Every word was like a warm seed, planted in Bruce's traumatized heart.

Her lips were slightly parted, her teeth were white and neat, and sheen softly in the dim light.

Bruce choked and said, "They. My parents." His throat seemed to be choked by something, and every word he uttered seemed to take all his strength.

His lips trembled and tears blurred his eyes again. His originally clear eyes were now like a lake shrouded in a storm, full of pain and sorrow.

His little nose twitched and his breathing became rapid and disordered, like a wounded little animal whimpering.

Qin Yang patted Bruce's back gently, giving him silent comfort.

The palms were large and warm, and each time they fell, they brought gentle power. (End of this chapter)