I want to have a date with Superman

Superman looked sincere and said: "Harley, I know you are not a murderous person, and there was a reason for the raid on this manor today.

Although I do not agree with the use of killing to complete revenge, I will not impose my will on you.

But your enemy is just this formation master.

None of his family and friends joined the witch hunting team, nor did they provide any assistance behind the scenes to hunt you down.

They are all innocent, you-"

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

Harley raised her hand to interrupt him. She didn't even bother to explain that the dozens of hell titles that Alex got from the Three Palace Demons were prepared for his family. He turned directly to the people in the formation who looked expectantly and said, The voice said: "You understand the current situation better than Superman. You can escape today and you will not be able to escape tomorrow unless you get my promise not to pursue you anymore.

I can make a promise to you, as long as you can kill Tear Man. "

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Superman's expression changed slightly, there was no vigilance in his eyes, only confusion and anger.

Alex and others were also stunned, looking confused.

"I'm in a very bad mood right now, and you all know why. As long as I can feel better, I will be happy to compromise on some small things." Harley smiled coldly, and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of 'on small things'.

Superman said seriously: "Harley, you are indeed a witch, you actually use such ridiculous and vicious methods to play with people's hearts.

However, you underestimate me too much.

I don't save people to gain gratitude and admiration.

I save them only because each of them is a living life.

Even if the person calling for help just sees me as a tool, I don't care.

Even if the rescued person thanked me in person, continued to speak ill of me behind my back, called me a 'Kryptonian devil', or even went to the Internet to slander me, I still didn't care.

Because what I care about has already been obtained when I saved them - protecting lives and bringing beauty and hope to the world. "

"Bang bang bang!" Harley clapped softly, "That's so well said. You are worthy of being the number one superhero on earth. With mature thoughts, clear goals, and strong will, coupled with God-like power, you are almost perfect!"

She glanced at the formation master with a dull expression, "Unfortunately, there is only one superman in the world, and I am far from reaching your level.

If anyone has offended me, even if he cannot retaliate on the spot, he will remember it firmly in his heart and never forget it. "

"Superman, I'm sorry."

Alex swiped his right hand in the air, opening the Grandmaster's unique portable space, and several green diamond-shaped 'daggers' appeared in his palm.

"Kryptonite magic circle, get up!" He shouted in a low voice, and the dagger in his hand flew up into the air with a "whoosh whoosh".

The dagger is actually a palm-long octahedral kryptonite. Each side is engraved with a rune. The eight runes light up together. A circle of daggers rotates, and an emerald green circle is quickly formed among the five stones.

"Uh--" Superman was enveloped by the formation of green runes and immediately fell to the ground weakly.

When the kryptonite dagger first appeared, with his speed and reaction, he could have retreated in time or triggered a heat ray to destroy the kryptonite, but he was so shocked that he was stunned for a while.

In fact, when the formation fell on him, Superman still didn't come back to his senses.

He never imagined that this would happen.

This is so unexpected.

Harley wanted to kill Alex's whole family, Alex asked him for help in desperation, he came, saved them, and then just because of Harley's words, he repaid them with kindness?

Superman is not childish.

He has super vision and hearing, and knows how those he saves are discussing him and his actions behind their backs.

Even if Alex joins the devil's team again in a few days and takes action against him, he won't be too surprised.

But now, Alex's children and family are nearby!

What kind of father would trample on his conscience and his own dignity in front of his son?

"Why?" Superman roared in the Kryptonite light.

Alex said numbly: "You said it yourself, you only care about saving people and don't care about the attitude of the saved people towards you."

"I may not care, but you should care. Look behind you. Your son, your parents and relatives must be looking at you." Superman said weakly.

Alex shuddered and actually looked back.

The freckle-faced boy of twelve or thirteen years old had a face full of shock and his mouth opened wide at a loss.

Father and son looked at each other, thousands of emotions flashing through their eyes.

In the end, the formation master's father's eyes were filled with only helplessness, bitterness and sadness.

He lowered his head and murmured: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have coveted the title of Duke of Hell promised by the Three Palaces Demon, and I shouldn't have offended the Witch Harley."

"You should never have been coerced by Witch Harley into taking action against me in this situation." Superman said sadly and angrily.

Alex said excitedly: "What can I do? If you kill the witch directly, I will lead my family to kneel down and kowtow to you.

But you didn't.

You are only responsible for saving people, but you cannot guarantee our future lives.

Don’t you know how scary witches are?

Look at my estate.

If she can find me once, she can find me again.

Next time she finds my home, I can guarantee that she will never give me the chance to call you again.

Waiting for my whole family to be cremated, you won't even know we are dead.

When I met the witch the next day, I couldn't help but laugh and laugh.

Even if there is a chance to call your name, you can't come.

We know you so well that we can easily tie your hands and feet by causing an accident in the metropolis.

You can only save people, but you can never truly protect us. "

Superman wanted to argue, but he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Is it enough? Is this enough?" The formation master turned to Harley and shouted with red eyes, "Are you happy and satisfied?"

Harley raised her chin to Superman who was lying on the ground in the formation, "Kill Superman, this was my request before, and I haven't changed my mind now."

Superman struggled to raise his head and looked at her in shock.

"Really kill Superman?" Alex's face turned pale. "You have used me and my cowardice to prove the failure of his concept of saving people."

Harley smiled and said, "You invented a kryptonite array specifically for Superman. Didn't you want to kill him?"

"The kryptonite formation was prepared for him, yes, but now, just now, he..." Alex said bitterly: "He came to save me regardless of past grudges, I..."

"Hahaha, Harley, you still lost," Superman endured the pain and laughed, "No matter what you wanted to prove, you failed.

As long as you spread light, no matter how weak the light is or how strong the darkness is, the light can always dispel some darkness. This is the meaning of my persistence. "

Harley smiled slightly, waved to the mage and said, "Put away the kryptonite magic circle."

Everyone thought she had compromised and showed relaxed expressions.

Alex obediently disarmed the kryptonite circle.

Harley takes four of the five Kryptonite daggers and throws them at Superboy, who laughs and destroys them with a heat ray.

Harley threw the last kryptonite dagger on the ground, took a few steps back, and her smile turned weird: "Alex, I still stick to the original condition, kill Superman, and your whole family will be free.

You can also refuse, and I will leave immediately and continue to hunt down your whole family tomorrow.

I guarantee you, Superman will not hear your cries for help tomorrow. "

"Harley, you—" Superman looked confused.

Harley laughed loudly, "Tearman, you also have a choice this time. Give up your life for justice and fulfill the family you want to protect. Or do you love your own life more?"

Superman's face turned cold, "I have other options, take you down."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared instantly and turned into a red lightning shot towards Harley.

"Chichichi!" As if he had predicted his movements, seven or eight fence-like vines suddenly grew out of the ground two meters in front of Harry.

"Boom!" Superman stumbled, broke the vines, and fell to the ground.

His bare, exposed skin once again had the green-brown markings of kryptonite poisoning.

It's a vine.

The joints of the vines glowed with green fluorescence.

"Damn, why is there kryptonite everywhere!" Superman lay on the ground groaning.

"Hahaha" Harley was amused, "Even the gangsters in Gotham know one thing: never expose your weaknesses.

You are much more intimidating than a Hedao gang leader.

Anyone who doesn't want to be intimidated by your steel body will try their best to seize your weaknesses.

And what's the use of catching me?

will you kill me? "

"I will lock you up until you promise to give up hunting Alex's family." Superman said.

“Even the Origin Wall can’t contain me, so what are you going to use to contain me?

Moreover, Superman, you have to understand, I am the official!

You bastard hero, you actually want to shut down the official?

You haven't woken up yet. " Harley laughed.

"Tearman, are you okay?" The freckled boy ran over worriedly, trying to tear off the vines on Superman.

"I didn't—uh!" The pleased smile on Superman's face froze. He lowered his head and saw that a diamond-shaped fluorescent green dagger had been inserted into his heart.

Blood gurgled along the blood trough, staining the young man's hands red.

The young man's face became ferocious and twisted.

Harley frowned, looking indifferent.

The freckled boy was also a mage. He squatted in front of Superman, hooked his fingers with his right hand behind his back, and the dagger on the ground quietly fell into his palm, delivering a fatal blow.

Like an antelope hanging its horns, it is extremely crisp and clean.

"Why?" Superman asked with difficulty.

"Chichichi!" The young man looked fierce and angry, and stabbed Superman seven or eight times, killing Superman directly.

"You are so majestic and bright, and my father and I are so humble and lowly. Why?" He gritted his teeth.

"Bah bang bang!" Harley clapped softly, "What a good boy, you have a bright future!"

"I killed him." The freckled boy held the dagger, stood up, and looked directly at her, "I killed Superman."

Harley nodded, "Well, you killed Superman, you are so awesome! You go, take my promise with you, I will not trouble you again in the future. Carlisle, cancel the space confinement array."

Alex looked at his son with complicated eyes, but his face was obviously more relaxed - in this society, in this world, it is better to be cruel and vicious than to be cowardly and incompetent.

Without any nonsense, the array master immediately opened the space door and disappeared without a trace with the whole family.

"Really let them go? Forget about the array master, his son seems to be a ruthless character." Ivy walked over and frowned.

"I keep my word." Harley said.

Carlisle leaned over to check and exclaimed: "Harley, Superman is really dead."

"Put the body away and let's get ready to leave." Harley said.

"Really dead? Do you really want him to die?" Carlisle trembled.

Ivy said: "That kid is so thief and cruel, I didn't even react."

"Superman, I have other plans. A few days ago, I developed a new skill - pretending to be dead, and I just used it on Superman."

"Can you help others pretend to be dead?" The corner of the priest's mouth twitched.

"End things here first." Harley took out the communicator and ordered to her younger brother: "Let the prisoner take you to find the library and the secret room, and remove the books and magic artifacts."

Half an hour later, a 'thief' who was proficient in finding secret passages and secret rooms called out on the communication channel, "BOSS, I found a naked man.

He is no ordinary man, because he is imprisoned by a golden magic circle, which seems to be the ancient imprisoning god array you mentioned. "

——Is he imprisoned by the Imprisoned God Formation a god?

Harry was confused and rushed over without asking any further questions.

Since she had already planned to make a fortune, of course Harley would not really kill everyone in the Ring Manor.

But the surviving housekeepers and servants didn't know about the secret room hidden under the underground warehouse.

At the basement entrance, little Gibbs said solemnly: "BOSS, based on my experience, this door has not been opened for at least ten years.

In other words, the man below has been imprisoned for at least ten years, but he is not dead. "

Well, he is the grandson of Harry's old minister Gibbs.

Old Gibbs died of a drunken stroke four years ago. Little Gibbs did not have the talent of his grandfather's "Inquiry", but instead joined the "Gotham Shadow Warrior League" and grew into a fighter.

"There is no one in charge of the magic circle, and it has been running for ten years?" Harley was a little doubtful.

But you can walk along the narrow and old stairs to the bottom of the secret room, and you will indeed see the splendid Prison God Array.

Sitting inside was a pale man without any clothes, and the formation was running automatically without a formation master to maintain it.

"Buzz!" Harry was about to step forward to ask when the Dream Stone on his chest suddenly glowed red and floated up on the rope. The strands of dream energy, as light as clouds and smoke, floated towards the Prisoner God Array.

The man raised his head, his eyes shining like stars, "How come you have my Dream Stone?"

"Your Dream Stone, you-" Harley's pupils shrank and she lost her voice: "Are you the Sandman who has been missing for many years?"