Clark had never felt this way.
The elf has always been unable to guess and grasp, and people don't know how to figure out the true thoughts in his heart.
It is obviously a forest where even the most skilled hunter would get lost if he went into it, but it showed him the way to the treasure.
Clark's chest rose and fell, and the sound of breathing was clearly heard in the quiet night.
Cyril raised her chin and looked at Clark calmly.
He didn't get a response, his long blond hair was covered with snow, and the melted snow at the tip of his nose was illuminated by the moonlight, crystal clear.
"I'm not saying these things to put pressure on you or to retreat... let alone to ask you to admit what I did," the elf stood motionless in the snowflakes all over the sky, like a statue carved from gold and jade, completely natural, he The voice was a little erratic, as if it could be blown away by the wind along with the winter snow.
"I just want to confirm, can you accept such a person as a teammate?"
Hearing his voice, Clark involuntarily took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed off the snow on Cyril's shoulders, his warm palms fell on his shoulders.
His movements were gentle and light, like a lonely traveler half-kneeling by the lake, carefully picking up a broken moon shadow from the water.
"Maybe I'm not very smart, and sometimes people feel too stubborn..." Clark lowered his head slightly, looking into Cyril's eyes, as if he was searching for something.
On a bone-chilling winter day, the temperature on his shoulders was extraordinarily hot. The elf wanted to escape uncomfortably, but was held down by Clark.
"You said that in order to defeat the Lost Legion, you would not cherish the lives of the people on Earth, right?"
Cyril nodded.
Clark was as serious as ever: "I don't understand, is there any way you can destroy the Lost Legion by sacrificing the people on Earth? Is that why you want to explain this problem to me?"
Cyril couldn't help laughing: "How could there be such a simple method in the world. If there is, the Lost Legion will not become cancer cells that spread endlessly in the universe."
"Okay," Clark didn't smile, and the expression on his face became more serious, "Then when you fight against the Lost Legion, will you let ordinary earthlings stand in front of you as cannon fodder?"
The elf also frowned slightly, a little disgusted: "Let ordinary humans stand in front of me? Wouldn't it be troublesome for me to be transformed into undead after their death?"
Clark accurately captured the arrogance that flashed in the elf's eyes.
Yes, how can a man like him let weak human beings sacrifice in front of him in the face of the most hated enemy?This was a great humiliation to him.
Cyril really doesn't have any feelings for those ordinary people on Earth who have never met before, but just like the most widely circulated saying in the mainland, "the elves' arrogance is engraved in their bones."
Thinking of this, Clark suddenly felt a little angry, but he still suppressed the anger he didn't know how to ignite in his heart, and continued to ask: "Is it because of those criminals? Do you want to kill them all?"
Cyril was almost at a loss.
He didn't know why Clark was so inquisitive.
"I..." Cyril involuntarily followed Clark's logic, "If they can stop blocking the way, be as quiet as Zemo or Stryker who will be imprisoned in the Phantom Zone later, let them die Or alive, it makes no difference to me."
——"Then why do you say that I can't accept a teammate like you?" Clark pursed his lips into a straight line, his eyes showing sternness, "In your heart, I am a person who can do everything possible to protect the criminal's right to life but is tolerant Don’t you have teammates who are a little bit different from me?”
Clark's words slammed into Cyril's heart so loudly that it almost hurt.
He retorted instinctively, "It's not like that, Clark."
Clark's sky-blue eyes looked at him fixedly: "Or do you want to say that your way of coercing and luring those congressmen will make me no longer trust you?"
Cyril wanted to leave a little bit.
"Cyril..." The big man who was very angry in his heart was extinguished when he saw the elf's eyes drooping and silent, and he raised his arm mysteriously, and pulled Cyril into his arms Li, patted him on the back lightly.
Snowflakes fell between the golden hair.
Clark's hug was tight and warm, "I really don't agree with your approach. But I can't accuse you of the means to achieve this while enjoying the protection that the formation of 'Light' has brought to the earth. So Next time if something like this happens again, I will get ahead of you and use justice and legal means to achieve my goal, do you understand?"
It was a regular friendly hug, with Clark wrapping his arms around Cyril's shoulders and placing his palms on his back.
Cyril couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body, he shook his head: "It is impossible to achieve the desired results with those politicians by normal means."
"How do you know if you don't try it?" Clark smelled the scent of the elf—the freshness of the first snow and the aroma of grass and trees, and couldn't help taking a few more breaths. "But you said something right that day."
Cyril raised her face: "Huh?"
The body in his arms is actually not as thin as imagined, the waist being surrounded is thin and flexible, it feels between a teenager and a youth.
Clark suddenly remembered that Cyril once told him that the elves are also good hunters and assassins, and of course they have superior physical functions.
"Because of the attack of the Lost Legion, human beings all over the world are in panic. They have to rely on you, rely on you," Clark squeezed Cyril tighter, breathing lightly into the pointed elf ear Beside, "You listen to the media reports and feel the blind trust of the public, but you feel that you are not a perfect person and cannot bear this kind of trust, so you are a little flustered about this kind of dependence."
Cyril felt like she was surrounded by an impenetrable wall.
The ear standing on the side of the face trembled, "You are talking about yourself, right? I am not as responsible as you think."
Clark smiled, his voice soft: "Who knows, I guess."
Two seconds passed.
The elf finally couldn't take it anymore: "Can you let me go?"
Clark, who was still immersed in the smell of vegetation and first snow, suddenly woke up.
He let out a cry, and quickly lowered his arms, only to find that the elf had a thin, light red layer from his ears to his neck, and a few drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Him, Clark Kent.
What did you just do?
It seemed that he had fired at the elf, and then suddenly hugged him and started chattering endlessly.
Hugged for several minutes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Clark really wanted to travel back to prevent himself from doing the inexplicable behavior just now.
Another person's steady and long breathing echoed in Elf's ears, and the scorching body temperature remained on his back, and he could also feel the feeling of Clark's muscular muscles hidden under his clothes against his chest.
This is for an elf who was born from wood and basically spends his entire life alone.
It's really an excruciating experience.
The elf's nearly constant 32° body temperature actually rose a lot. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he pretended to be cold and said: "I have something to do tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first."
Looking at the back of Cyril who almost ran away, Clark was confused.
Although the action just now was a little rude and a little inexplicable.
But it was just a hug, why did Cyril react as if she had already pinned him in the small garden and kissed him?
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Cyril sat at her small dining table and began to drink milk.
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
After drinking a large bottle of 500ml milk, he opened the refrigerator door again, took out the ice cream inside, and ate it up spoon by spoon.
The elevated body temperature finally came down.
But when he turned his head, he saw the plants on Planet Alpha inside the transparent glass cover on the balcony.
It was the bunch that Clark picked himself, and it was fluttering against the snow.
Cyril held her forehead with a headache, quietly maintained the pose of a thinker, and spent the night with complicated emotions like this.
The next morning, the faint blue dawn covered the earth.
This morning was particularly lively, because it was the weekend, and the sound of children laughing and playing was faintly heard downstairs.
Cyril made herself a breakfast of sweet and creamy vegetable soup.
When he came back from X Academy last night, he received the system's "task completed" notification sound.
These missions can be regarded as very fruitful, and he took stock of his rewards.
The last time he completed the task chain of [Alien's Assistance] at X Academy, he obtained the "Cosmos Illustrated Book to Open Any Task Chain", "Shareable Psychic Mage Skill Tree" and "A piece of information about the Lost Legion.".
And last night, he opened a new quest chain [The Origin of the Universe], obtained a binding skill "Rebirth of all things", and can open a temporary resurrection point.
[The origin of the universe] The task chain is easy to understand, it should be for him to collect the original power of this universe.
After reading the system introduction, Cyril discovered that the binding skill "Return of Everything" is actually a fusion skill, which can fuse all the collected fragments of the original power to create a new source.
That's why it's called the beginning of everything.
The reward obtained from [Different Assistance] "The Entire Universe Illustrated Book of Any Quest Chain" can just be used to complete the [Origin of the Universe], which couldn't be more convenient.
And the shareable "spiritual mage skill tree" and the "full skill book of any profession" obtained in the mission of resisting the invasion of the lost legion, which means that he can cultivate at least two professions in an unlimited number.
But it's a pity. After checking the skill tree of the spiritual department, Cyril found that even though he has a good talent in mental power, he can't help those high-level talents such as "mind control", "soul-sucking", "possession", and "imprisonment". Skills are not enough.
He learned all the spiritual spells he could learn.
For him, the most useful thing about this reward is that he can increase his mental power on a large scale in a short period of time, and it has multiplied improvements in spell effects, casting time, and mana value saving and utilization.The second is a soul split/body skill, which can divide oneself into two identical individuals, which means that within 5 minutes of the skill being effective, there are two of themselves, which can be used for output, sneak attack or escape.
However, the talents of Charles and Qin in terms of mental power are absolutely sufficient, and the greatest effect of this skill tree still needs to be realized on them.
As for the professional skills that can be chosen at will.
Given that the resurrection point has been opened, everyone has basically one resurrection/props, and Batman has also learned forgiveness, so it is a bit low cost-effective to start a healing profession.
Cyril still decided to choose to open the illustration book of the warrior profession.
Because for these super heroes, basically everyone has the talent of fighters.
In addition to Cyril's favorite defensive fighters who can take damage for him, berserk fighters are not inferior to assassins in terms of close-range damage, and magic fighters are also very good for non-humans with "protoss" backgrounds like Thor and Wonder Woman. Attack bonus.
After neatly planning all the rewards, Cyril decided to go to the morning class given by Captain America to the young heroes this morning.
Cyril came to the Avengers Building in New York through the portal. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside was already bright.
Perhaps because of the snowfall last night, the sunlight was exceptionally clear and bright, spreading a brilliant golden light on the ground, reflecting the snow scene outside the window, which was extraordinarily warm.
Facing the rising sun, Steve stood in front with his hands behind his back, and his friends from the Young Justice League and Spider-Man stood in a row, wearing their own distinctive combat uniforms, which made them dazzled at first glance.
The young man's face was full of vigor, and it seemed that he was not under the shadow cast by the undead on the earth, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Only Superman and Phoenix Girl had calm faces, and there were still unhappy things in their hearts.
Cyril looked at the group of children and said with a smile, "Good morning."
"Good morning!" Spider-Man took the lead in waving at Cyril, his voice was milky but energetic, "Mr. Mage, do you want to join our morning class today?"
The boy stood there with shoulders flat and legs long, with his hips crossed. The worm eyes on the little spider's headgear clicked twice, obviously looking forward to it.
"If there is no unexpected situation in the future, I will participate in every morning class of yours," Xi Ruier said with a smile, "I hope you will not slack off."
As soon as his words fell, a silver gust of wind rolled up around him.
Quicksilver Pietro, who didn't know when he ran over, slipped in front of him and glared at him: "It's not fair! Obviously I was the first to say that I want to be with you, but you even brought the piano and that little bug with you. I threw it at X Academy!"
Xi Ruier had a headache: "Why are you here?"
Qin, who was standing in the corner of the team, raised her hand faintly, and said expressionlessly, "I informed him."
Spider-Man pouted: "That kid with the silver hair dyed cool, who do you call a bug? Spiders are not insects, they are arthropods!"
The other young superheroes folded their arms one after another and started watching the excitement.
"Shut up!" Just as they were arguing, a loud roar suddenly came from in front of them.
The little spider trembled in fright.
Steve frowned tightly. Wearing Captain America's standard national flag color uniform, he looked like a pine tree growing on a cliff, and said in a stern voice: "Is this your discipline?!"
The corner of Xi Ruier's mouth curled into a slight smile, and he glanced at these children one by one calmly but with scrutiny.
Cooperating with Captain America who is obviously very serious, the two instructors are very intimidating.
Everyone fell silent.
Only Batman's always rebellious Robin snorted dissatisfied.
then.
This 13-year-old Robin was caught by Steve and mercilessly picked him up.
His physical skills were not inferior to Batman's, and Captain America, who had applied the super soldier serum, gave him a severe lesson.
The morning class had a very smooth start.
Steve formulated a very complete physical training plan for them, and within a few minutes after the children climbed off the equipment on the training ground, panting, they were sent to the virtual war room to fight against the team created by Tony and Dr. Banner. Jedi robots.
Spider-Man also complained about why he didn't name these robots Jedi Knights.
Because they really are... so powerful.
Especially when the strongest fighter in their temporarily trained small team - Little Superman was paddling.
"These training items are a bit too simple for Little Superman." Cyril stood outside the training room, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, who had a calm and serious face, and observed the situation inside through the one-way glass. Do you need to formulate a supplementary training plan for him?"
Steve has obviously thought about this kind of problem: "The training these few days is to let him develop a sense of cooperation and become familiar with fighting with his teammates. When Thor returns from Asgard, he will train Little Superman himself, Hao Ke also got involved and sparred with him."
Cyril felt a little pity: "With his ability, the combat method should be the most suitable for him to use his strong physical fitness. Thor and Hulk can indeed help him."
Steve didn't know the hidden story behind it, but regarded Superman as Superman's Kryptonian descendant, and said very practically: "For him, the best teacher is Superman."
Seeing the teenagers flying around in the arena, and there was no tacit understanding in combat at all, Xi Ruier sighed, "I will find a way."
When the half-hour virtual combat training was over, the mage who had observed all the children's talents long ago divided them into three rows. After introducing the differences between defensive fighters, berserk fighters and magic fighters, he began to teach them skills.
In fact, Spiderman's talent is more inclined to summoners, while Qin is more suitable for spiritual mages, but after all, people in this world can learn more than one professional skill, so it doesn't matter.
In the end, Steve summed up today's training situation and assigned the task of familiarizing himself with the skills taught by Cyril, and the group of children dispersed in a hurry.
Seeing Robin get on the Batplane, Spider-Man shoots out spider webs and dangles away, the Martian girl also turns into an ordinary human girl and prepares to find his Uncle John.
Cyril turned her head and found Superman standing motionless, holding a glass of water, silently watching the little friends go home one by one, the back is really lonely.
"Have you had breakfast?" Cyril walked to the side of Superman and asked casually.
The boy opposite shook his head.
Xi Ruier lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was past eight o'clock in the morning, "I know there is a delicious restaurant in New York, do you want to go together?"
"I……"
"I'm so hungry, don't you really want to come together? There's no one to cook breakfast for you in the Avengers Building, so I can only order takeaway."
Twenty minutes later, in the food room of Jimmy's house in Brooklyn, New York, Cyril and the black-haired, blue-eyed boy sat face to face on both sides of the dining table.
Cyril ordered cheese eggs on toast, waffles, chicken tacos, and a bitter iced Americano, then pushed the menu across.
"Do you need my recommendation? The pudding bread here is delicious, but I don't know if you like sweet food?"
"Then a pudding bread, a glass of milk and breakfast bacon."
The waiter quickly put the two items on the plate and brought them up. Cyril didn't say much, but just talked about some small gossip about the Avengers.
"I have a name." After drinking a glass of milk, the boy who had been silent on the opposite side suddenly raised his head and looked at Cyril. "Megan and Martian Manhunter helped me name it."
On the contrary, Cyril wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, stood up formally, and stretched out his hand to the boy, "Then let's get to know each other formally, my name is Cyril Kanterin."
The elf's fingers were long and slender, and the pale pink nails shone healthy in the sun.
Little Superman hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up, holding the other hand's hand gently.
"Connor Kent."
Cyril raised her eyebrows, then narrowed her eyes and smiled: "It's a nice name."
Connor, who had always had little expression on his face, also smiled slightly, and the handsomeness in his brows and eyes was exactly the same as Clark's.
"Superman, what have you been up to lately?" After shaking hands formally, Connor sat back in the chair and began to eat the hot breakfast bacon with a fork.
"He's been very busy recently, with Zhenglian's affairs, the formation of 'Bright' and... his own life."
Connor snorted softly, and stuffed a large piece of bacon into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.
The chiseled teenager looked at it this way, and only then did he have the childishness of a child.
Connor doesn't talk much, and he looks very mature. Coupled with his powerful abilities, people always ignore that he is the youngest of them all.
Compared to Kuaiyin's over-the-top teenager, Cyril found that he still liked the kid in front of him more.
"Do you want to see him?"
Connor, who hadn't completely swallowed the food in his mouth, stopped chewing and raised his head suddenly, his bright blue eyes were shining.
Obviously very eager to see Superman.
Like Connor, Cyril wasn't born to parents.
More or less, he can truly understand Connor's inner feelings and yearning for Superman.
No parents, no relatives, but when I first came to the world, I had the ability to take care of myself and think early.
So very lonely.
Want to grab something.
"If you want to see him, I can show you a sneak peek at him," Cyril smiled, "but even without me, you will see him sooner or later in Young Justice."
Connor nodded slowly, and whispered, "Thank you."
The two quickly finished the breakfast, Cyril paid the bill, and the two went out.
Looking at the scene of cars coming and going on the street, Cyril asked, "Do you still remember the way back?"
Connor nodded: "I remember."
"Then I won't send you off, you can call me if you need anything in the future."
Watching Connor leave, Cyril did not leave, but turned around and went into the restaurant again, ordering a strawberry milkshake.
He didn't speak or do anything, but just quietly looked out of the window, his lowered eyes filled with the bright sun that was just shining outside.
This gesture seemed to be waiting for someone.
At the moment when half of the cold strawberry milkshake was drunk, the greasy young couple at the next table finally stood up to pay the bill.
Cyril's downcast eyes finally opened, he looked out the window, his smooth face was reflected on the glass, but the shadow began to shake slightly.
The space is infinitely twisted and folded, and the sea surface on the horizon outside the window does not fall along the circular arc of the earth, but extends upwards and merges with the sky.
It is impossible for the whales that appeared in the offshore to float to the surface to take a breath, but the water column is sprayed downward.Swarms of fish are jumping in the sky, a large piece of shiny fish scales reflects a spectacular silver light, seagulls with white wings swim in the water, and the black wing tips draw a beautiful arc.
Cyril turned her gaze and looked at the stairs that were supposed to lead to the restaurant leading to the second floor.
The staircase is like a twisted snake body, layer by layer, crookedly twisted together, and at a glance, it is still crawling slowly, as if it has life.
The transparent glass window next to Cyril's right face really turned into a mirror at this time, reflecting his expressionless face.
At this time, a pale and colorless shadow floated over, and the appearance of a tall and slender human could be vaguely seen.
Shadow sat down opposite Cyril.
Obviously the face has been blurred, and even men and women can't be distinguished, but Cyril's eyes just glanced briefly, but somehow sensed the radiance revealed on the other party's body.
Compassionate divinity.
The author has something to say: the character design and background of Juvenile Superhero, Shaozheng refers to the animation Young Justice League, and Spider-Man and his friends refer to the animation Ultimate Spider-Man.Qin's character design comes from my idealization.
However, although the Robin in Shaozheng has a slightly grumpy temper, he is a generation of Robin and later Ye Yi.But the timeline of this article is chaotic, and Night Wing has already appeared (soy sauce) and was replaced by the second-generation Robin Jason.The remaining two birds have not yet appeared.
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Although the three fools have been complained about being strong and fat, but the inexplicable female A male O feeling of Black Phoenix and Little Cyclops is quite delicious hahaha
The elf has always been unable to guess and grasp, and people don't know how to figure out the true thoughts in his heart.
It is obviously a forest where even the most skilled hunter would get lost if he went into it, but it showed him the way to the treasure.
Clark's chest rose and fell, and the sound of breathing was clearly heard in the quiet night.
Cyril raised her chin and looked at Clark calmly.
He didn't get a response, his long blond hair was covered with snow, and the melted snow at the tip of his nose was illuminated by the moonlight, crystal clear.
"I'm not saying these things to put pressure on you or to retreat... let alone to ask you to admit what I did," the elf stood motionless in the snowflakes all over the sky, like a statue carved from gold and jade, completely natural, he The voice was a little erratic, as if it could be blown away by the wind along with the winter snow.
"I just want to confirm, can you accept such a person as a teammate?"
Hearing his voice, Clark involuntarily took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed off the snow on Cyril's shoulders, his warm palms fell on his shoulders.
His movements were gentle and light, like a lonely traveler half-kneeling by the lake, carefully picking up a broken moon shadow from the water.
"Maybe I'm not very smart, and sometimes people feel too stubborn..." Clark lowered his head slightly, looking into Cyril's eyes, as if he was searching for something.
On a bone-chilling winter day, the temperature on his shoulders was extraordinarily hot. The elf wanted to escape uncomfortably, but was held down by Clark.
"You said that in order to defeat the Lost Legion, you would not cherish the lives of the people on Earth, right?"
Cyril nodded.
Clark was as serious as ever: "I don't understand, is there any way you can destroy the Lost Legion by sacrificing the people on Earth? Is that why you want to explain this problem to me?"
Cyril couldn't help laughing: "How could there be such a simple method in the world. If there is, the Lost Legion will not become cancer cells that spread endlessly in the universe."
"Okay," Clark didn't smile, and the expression on his face became more serious, "Then when you fight against the Lost Legion, will you let ordinary earthlings stand in front of you as cannon fodder?"
The elf also frowned slightly, a little disgusted: "Let ordinary humans stand in front of me? Wouldn't it be troublesome for me to be transformed into undead after their death?"
Clark accurately captured the arrogance that flashed in the elf's eyes.
Yes, how can a man like him let weak human beings sacrifice in front of him in the face of the most hated enemy?This was a great humiliation to him.
Cyril really doesn't have any feelings for those ordinary people on Earth who have never met before, but just like the most widely circulated saying in the mainland, "the elves' arrogance is engraved in their bones."
Thinking of this, Clark suddenly felt a little angry, but he still suppressed the anger he didn't know how to ignite in his heart, and continued to ask: "Is it because of those criminals? Do you want to kill them all?"
Cyril was almost at a loss.
He didn't know why Clark was so inquisitive.
"I..." Cyril involuntarily followed Clark's logic, "If they can stop blocking the way, be as quiet as Zemo or Stryker who will be imprisoned in the Phantom Zone later, let them die Or alive, it makes no difference to me."
——"Then why do you say that I can't accept a teammate like you?" Clark pursed his lips into a straight line, his eyes showing sternness, "In your heart, I am a person who can do everything possible to protect the criminal's right to life but is tolerant Don’t you have teammates who are a little bit different from me?”
Clark's words slammed into Cyril's heart so loudly that it almost hurt.
He retorted instinctively, "It's not like that, Clark."
Clark's sky-blue eyes looked at him fixedly: "Or do you want to say that your way of coercing and luring those congressmen will make me no longer trust you?"
Cyril wanted to leave a little bit.
"Cyril..." The big man who was very angry in his heart was extinguished when he saw the elf's eyes drooping and silent, and he raised his arm mysteriously, and pulled Cyril into his arms Li, patted him on the back lightly.
Snowflakes fell between the golden hair.
Clark's hug was tight and warm, "I really don't agree with your approach. But I can't accuse you of the means to achieve this while enjoying the protection that the formation of 'Light' has brought to the earth. So Next time if something like this happens again, I will get ahead of you and use justice and legal means to achieve my goal, do you understand?"
It was a regular friendly hug, with Clark wrapping his arms around Cyril's shoulders and placing his palms on his back.
Cyril couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body, he shook his head: "It is impossible to achieve the desired results with those politicians by normal means."
"How do you know if you don't try it?" Clark smelled the scent of the elf—the freshness of the first snow and the aroma of grass and trees, and couldn't help taking a few more breaths. "But you said something right that day."
Cyril raised her face: "Huh?"
The body in his arms is actually not as thin as imagined, the waist being surrounded is thin and flexible, it feels between a teenager and a youth.
Clark suddenly remembered that Cyril once told him that the elves are also good hunters and assassins, and of course they have superior physical functions.
"Because of the attack of the Lost Legion, human beings all over the world are in panic. They have to rely on you, rely on you," Clark squeezed Cyril tighter, breathing lightly into the pointed elf ear Beside, "You listen to the media reports and feel the blind trust of the public, but you feel that you are not a perfect person and cannot bear this kind of trust, so you are a little flustered about this kind of dependence."
Cyril felt like she was surrounded by an impenetrable wall.
The ear standing on the side of the face trembled, "You are talking about yourself, right? I am not as responsible as you think."
Clark smiled, his voice soft: "Who knows, I guess."
Two seconds passed.
The elf finally couldn't take it anymore: "Can you let me go?"
Clark, who was still immersed in the smell of vegetation and first snow, suddenly woke up.
He let out a cry, and quickly lowered his arms, only to find that the elf had a thin, light red layer from his ears to his neck, and a few drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Him, Clark Kent.
What did you just do?
It seemed that he had fired at the elf, and then suddenly hugged him and started chattering endlessly.
Hugged for several minutes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Clark really wanted to travel back to prevent himself from doing the inexplicable behavior just now.
Another person's steady and long breathing echoed in Elf's ears, and the scorching body temperature remained on his back, and he could also feel the feeling of Clark's muscular muscles hidden under his clothes against his chest.
This is for an elf who was born from wood and basically spends his entire life alone.
It's really an excruciating experience.
The elf's nearly constant 32° body temperature actually rose a lot. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he pretended to be cold and said: "I have something to do tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first."
Looking at the back of Cyril who almost ran away, Clark was confused.
Although the action just now was a little rude and a little inexplicable.
But it was just a hug, why did Cyril react as if she had already pinned him in the small garden and kissed him?
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Cyril sat at her small dining table and began to drink milk.
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
After drinking a large bottle of 500ml milk, he opened the refrigerator door again, took out the ice cream inside, and ate it up spoon by spoon.
The elevated body temperature finally came down.
But when he turned his head, he saw the plants on Planet Alpha inside the transparent glass cover on the balcony.
It was the bunch that Clark picked himself, and it was fluttering against the snow.
Cyril held her forehead with a headache, quietly maintained the pose of a thinker, and spent the night with complicated emotions like this.
The next morning, the faint blue dawn covered the earth.
This morning was particularly lively, because it was the weekend, and the sound of children laughing and playing was faintly heard downstairs.
Cyril made herself a breakfast of sweet and creamy vegetable soup.
When he came back from X Academy last night, he received the system's "task completed" notification sound.
These missions can be regarded as very fruitful, and he took stock of his rewards.
The last time he completed the task chain of [Alien's Assistance] at X Academy, he obtained the "Cosmos Illustrated Book to Open Any Task Chain", "Shareable Psychic Mage Skill Tree" and "A piece of information about the Lost Legion.".
And last night, he opened a new quest chain [The Origin of the Universe], obtained a binding skill "Rebirth of all things", and can open a temporary resurrection point.
[The origin of the universe] The task chain is easy to understand, it should be for him to collect the original power of this universe.
After reading the system introduction, Cyril discovered that the binding skill "Return of Everything" is actually a fusion skill, which can fuse all the collected fragments of the original power to create a new source.
That's why it's called the beginning of everything.
The reward obtained from [Different Assistance] "The Entire Universe Illustrated Book of Any Quest Chain" can just be used to complete the [Origin of the Universe], which couldn't be more convenient.
And the shareable "spiritual mage skill tree" and the "full skill book of any profession" obtained in the mission of resisting the invasion of the lost legion, which means that he can cultivate at least two professions in an unlimited number.
But it's a pity. After checking the skill tree of the spiritual department, Cyril found that even though he has a good talent in mental power, he can't help those high-level talents such as "mind control", "soul-sucking", "possession", and "imprisonment". Skills are not enough.
He learned all the spiritual spells he could learn.
For him, the most useful thing about this reward is that he can increase his mental power on a large scale in a short period of time, and it has multiplied improvements in spell effects, casting time, and mana value saving and utilization.The second is a soul split/body skill, which can divide oneself into two identical individuals, which means that within 5 minutes of the skill being effective, there are two of themselves, which can be used for output, sneak attack or escape.
However, the talents of Charles and Qin in terms of mental power are absolutely sufficient, and the greatest effect of this skill tree still needs to be realized on them.
As for the professional skills that can be chosen at will.
Given that the resurrection point has been opened, everyone has basically one resurrection/props, and Batman has also learned forgiveness, so it is a bit low cost-effective to start a healing profession.
Cyril still decided to choose to open the illustration book of the warrior profession.
Because for these super heroes, basically everyone has the talent of fighters.
In addition to Cyril's favorite defensive fighters who can take damage for him, berserk fighters are not inferior to assassins in terms of close-range damage, and magic fighters are also very good for non-humans with "protoss" backgrounds like Thor and Wonder Woman. Attack bonus.
After neatly planning all the rewards, Cyril decided to go to the morning class given by Captain America to the young heroes this morning.
Cyril came to the Avengers Building in New York through the portal. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside was already bright.
Perhaps because of the snowfall last night, the sunlight was exceptionally clear and bright, spreading a brilliant golden light on the ground, reflecting the snow scene outside the window, which was extraordinarily warm.
Facing the rising sun, Steve stood in front with his hands behind his back, and his friends from the Young Justice League and Spider-Man stood in a row, wearing their own distinctive combat uniforms, which made them dazzled at first glance.
The young man's face was full of vigor, and it seemed that he was not under the shadow cast by the undead on the earth, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Only Superman and Phoenix Girl had calm faces, and there were still unhappy things in their hearts.
Cyril looked at the group of children and said with a smile, "Good morning."
"Good morning!" Spider-Man took the lead in waving at Cyril, his voice was milky but energetic, "Mr. Mage, do you want to join our morning class today?"
The boy stood there with shoulders flat and legs long, with his hips crossed. The worm eyes on the little spider's headgear clicked twice, obviously looking forward to it.
"If there is no unexpected situation in the future, I will participate in every morning class of yours," Xi Ruier said with a smile, "I hope you will not slack off."
As soon as his words fell, a silver gust of wind rolled up around him.
Quicksilver Pietro, who didn't know when he ran over, slipped in front of him and glared at him: "It's not fair! Obviously I was the first to say that I want to be with you, but you even brought the piano and that little bug with you. I threw it at X Academy!"
Xi Ruier had a headache: "Why are you here?"
Qin, who was standing in the corner of the team, raised her hand faintly, and said expressionlessly, "I informed him."
Spider-Man pouted: "That kid with the silver hair dyed cool, who do you call a bug? Spiders are not insects, they are arthropods!"
The other young superheroes folded their arms one after another and started watching the excitement.
"Shut up!" Just as they were arguing, a loud roar suddenly came from in front of them.
The little spider trembled in fright.
Steve frowned tightly. Wearing Captain America's standard national flag color uniform, he looked like a pine tree growing on a cliff, and said in a stern voice: "Is this your discipline?!"
The corner of Xi Ruier's mouth curled into a slight smile, and he glanced at these children one by one calmly but with scrutiny.
Cooperating with Captain America who is obviously very serious, the two instructors are very intimidating.
Everyone fell silent.
Only Batman's always rebellious Robin snorted dissatisfied.
then.
This 13-year-old Robin was caught by Steve and mercilessly picked him up.
His physical skills were not inferior to Batman's, and Captain America, who had applied the super soldier serum, gave him a severe lesson.
The morning class had a very smooth start.
Steve formulated a very complete physical training plan for them, and within a few minutes after the children climbed off the equipment on the training ground, panting, they were sent to the virtual war room to fight against the team created by Tony and Dr. Banner. Jedi robots.
Spider-Man also complained about why he didn't name these robots Jedi Knights.
Because they really are... so powerful.
Especially when the strongest fighter in their temporarily trained small team - Little Superman was paddling.
"These training items are a bit too simple for Little Superman." Cyril stood outside the training room, shoulder to shoulder with Steve, who had a calm and serious face, and observed the situation inside through the one-way glass. Do you need to formulate a supplementary training plan for him?"
Steve has obviously thought about this kind of problem: "The training these few days is to let him develop a sense of cooperation and become familiar with fighting with his teammates. When Thor returns from Asgard, he will train Little Superman himself, Hao Ke also got involved and sparred with him."
Cyril felt a little pity: "With his ability, the combat method should be the most suitable for him to use his strong physical fitness. Thor and Hulk can indeed help him."
Steve didn't know the hidden story behind it, but regarded Superman as Superman's Kryptonian descendant, and said very practically: "For him, the best teacher is Superman."
Seeing the teenagers flying around in the arena, and there was no tacit understanding in combat at all, Xi Ruier sighed, "I will find a way."
When the half-hour virtual combat training was over, the mage who had observed all the children's talents long ago divided them into three rows. After introducing the differences between defensive fighters, berserk fighters and magic fighters, he began to teach them skills.
In fact, Spiderman's talent is more inclined to summoners, while Qin is more suitable for spiritual mages, but after all, people in this world can learn more than one professional skill, so it doesn't matter.
In the end, Steve summed up today's training situation and assigned the task of familiarizing himself with the skills taught by Cyril, and the group of children dispersed in a hurry.
Seeing Robin get on the Batplane, Spider-Man shoots out spider webs and dangles away, the Martian girl also turns into an ordinary human girl and prepares to find his Uncle John.
Cyril turned her head and found Superman standing motionless, holding a glass of water, silently watching the little friends go home one by one, the back is really lonely.
"Have you had breakfast?" Cyril walked to the side of Superman and asked casually.
The boy opposite shook his head.
Xi Ruier lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was past eight o'clock in the morning, "I know there is a delicious restaurant in New York, do you want to go together?"
"I……"
"I'm so hungry, don't you really want to come together? There's no one to cook breakfast for you in the Avengers Building, so I can only order takeaway."
Twenty minutes later, in the food room of Jimmy's house in Brooklyn, New York, Cyril and the black-haired, blue-eyed boy sat face to face on both sides of the dining table.
Cyril ordered cheese eggs on toast, waffles, chicken tacos, and a bitter iced Americano, then pushed the menu across.
"Do you need my recommendation? The pudding bread here is delicious, but I don't know if you like sweet food?"
"Then a pudding bread, a glass of milk and breakfast bacon."
The waiter quickly put the two items on the plate and brought them up. Cyril didn't say much, but just talked about some small gossip about the Avengers.
"I have a name." After drinking a glass of milk, the boy who had been silent on the opposite side suddenly raised his head and looked at Cyril. "Megan and Martian Manhunter helped me name it."
On the contrary, Cyril wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, stood up formally, and stretched out his hand to the boy, "Then let's get to know each other formally, my name is Cyril Kanterin."
The elf's fingers were long and slender, and the pale pink nails shone healthy in the sun.
Little Superman hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up, holding the other hand's hand gently.
"Connor Kent."
Cyril raised her eyebrows, then narrowed her eyes and smiled: "It's a nice name."
Connor, who had always had little expression on his face, also smiled slightly, and the handsomeness in his brows and eyes was exactly the same as Clark's.
"Superman, what have you been up to lately?" After shaking hands formally, Connor sat back in the chair and began to eat the hot breakfast bacon with a fork.
"He's been very busy recently, with Zhenglian's affairs, the formation of 'Bright' and... his own life."
Connor snorted softly, and stuffed a large piece of bacon into his mouth, his cheeks bulging.
The chiseled teenager looked at it this way, and only then did he have the childishness of a child.
Connor doesn't talk much, and he looks very mature. Coupled with his powerful abilities, people always ignore that he is the youngest of them all.
Compared to Kuaiyin's over-the-top teenager, Cyril found that he still liked the kid in front of him more.
"Do you want to see him?"
Connor, who hadn't completely swallowed the food in his mouth, stopped chewing and raised his head suddenly, his bright blue eyes were shining.
Obviously very eager to see Superman.
Like Connor, Cyril wasn't born to parents.
More or less, he can truly understand Connor's inner feelings and yearning for Superman.
No parents, no relatives, but when I first came to the world, I had the ability to take care of myself and think early.
So very lonely.
Want to grab something.
"If you want to see him, I can show you a sneak peek at him," Cyril smiled, "but even without me, you will see him sooner or later in Young Justice."
Connor nodded slowly, and whispered, "Thank you."
The two quickly finished the breakfast, Cyril paid the bill, and the two went out.
Looking at the scene of cars coming and going on the street, Cyril asked, "Do you still remember the way back?"
Connor nodded: "I remember."
"Then I won't send you off, you can call me if you need anything in the future."
Watching Connor leave, Cyril did not leave, but turned around and went into the restaurant again, ordering a strawberry milkshake.
He didn't speak or do anything, but just quietly looked out of the window, his lowered eyes filled with the bright sun that was just shining outside.
This gesture seemed to be waiting for someone.
At the moment when half of the cold strawberry milkshake was drunk, the greasy young couple at the next table finally stood up to pay the bill.
Cyril's downcast eyes finally opened, he looked out the window, his smooth face was reflected on the glass, but the shadow began to shake slightly.
The space is infinitely twisted and folded, and the sea surface on the horizon outside the window does not fall along the circular arc of the earth, but extends upwards and merges with the sky.
It is impossible for the whales that appeared in the offshore to float to the surface to take a breath, but the water column is sprayed downward.Swarms of fish are jumping in the sky, a large piece of shiny fish scales reflects a spectacular silver light, seagulls with white wings swim in the water, and the black wing tips draw a beautiful arc.
Cyril turned her gaze and looked at the stairs that were supposed to lead to the restaurant leading to the second floor.
The staircase is like a twisted snake body, layer by layer, crookedly twisted together, and at a glance, it is still crawling slowly, as if it has life.
The transparent glass window next to Cyril's right face really turned into a mirror at this time, reflecting his expressionless face.
At this time, a pale and colorless shadow floated over, and the appearance of a tall and slender human could be vaguely seen.
Shadow sat down opposite Cyril.
Obviously the face has been blurred, and even men and women can't be distinguished, but Cyril's eyes just glanced briefly, but somehow sensed the radiance revealed on the other party's body.
Compassionate divinity.
The author has something to say: the character design and background of Juvenile Superhero, Shaozheng refers to the animation Young Justice League, and Spider-Man and his friends refer to the animation Ultimate Spider-Man.Qin's character design comes from my idealization.
However, although the Robin in Shaozheng has a slightly grumpy temper, he is a generation of Robin and later Ye Yi.But the timeline of this article is chaotic, and Night Wing has already appeared (soy sauce) and was replaced by the second-generation Robin Jason.The remaining two birds have not yet appeared.
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Although the three fools have been complained about being strong and fat, but the inexplicable female A male O feeling of Black Phoenix and Little Cyclops is quite delicious hahaha
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