While Charles was telling Clark what he only knew, Kuaiyin stood blankly outside the simulation training room, facing the Famine Knight inside.

Through Pietro's eyes, Charles saw the culprit who caused all the chaos, and then relayed the situation in front of him.

"He's sitting in a wheelchair. He's very old. Just looking at his appearance, he looks like a stroke patient. He mumbled some words in his mouth, which I couldn't hear clearly..." Charles' mental strength was like flowing water, Passing through the barrier of space, the gurgling flowed continuously, "The eyes of the 'Guangming' agents protecting him all turned black, and there were no white eyeballs, so they should be under control."

While listening to Charles' speech, Clark wanted to hold down Cyril who was moving around, but he didn't dare to use too much force, and he was a little flustered for a while.

Charles paused, and then said: "I don't know much about the situation, so I just asked Kuaiyin to notify the pair of exorcists that they are coming to the place where the incident happened. I will always pay attention to the situation here, you must protect Be good to yourself, especially you, if a superman loses control, the harm will be far greater than ordinary people."

Clark was at a loss, not knowing the cause and effect, and only heard a half-knowledge.

Superman can't come up with any solution to this kind of incident that seems to be caused by supernatural forces. What's more, seeing Cyril's abnormal reaction, Clark knows that he will be affected by [-]% of the past.And because of Charles's BUG-like brain control ability as the backing, he let go of his heart that had been hanging around a little, and he was not in a hurry to rush to support.

After hanging up the call with Charles, he stuffed the phone back into Cyril's pocket, feeling someone tug on his cloak lightly.

"Have I ever told you that I really like your eyes?" Cyril was pressed against the corner pitifully, but with a smile on her face, "I feel at ease when they look at you."

Clark patted his head with a wry smile. Although he knew that the elf's mind is not clear at all, he still answered him seriously: "You didn't say it, but I know now. But these words will be discussed after the matter is over. okay?"

"Not good," Cyril rubbed Clark's palm, frowned tightly, and suddenly began to complain, "but sometimes I'm worried."

"worry about what?"

"I'm worried that one day you'll find out that I'm actually different from you, your favorite friends, and your teammates who are superheroes. If there are no undead, I don't care how many people are killed by those criminals on Earth. No matter how many troubles are caused, I won’t keep maintaining world peace without sleep... Unless those people cause troubles and offend me. At that time, you will be very disappointed in me."

Clark originally wanted to coax Cyril not to make trouble, but after hearing these words, he was rarely stunned.

After a while, his palm slid from the top of the elf's head to the side of his face, and his eyes were complicated: "So you have been worrying about this?"

Cyril had a sore nose, nodded vigorously, and continued to meet Clark's gaze: "When Heinciri disappoints me, I will leave him alone. Although I once said that I would always be friends with him, He also said that he would help him kick his fatuous and cruel father from the throne, but once I find out that he is lying to me and using me, I don't want to help him anymore."

"You are different from him."

"But he still remembers what I said, and hopes that I can fulfill those promises, so even if I can't beat him at all, or the lost army under him, I still have the ability to hurt him. Don't disappoint me, I don't want to Be like him."

Clark knew some things about Heinciri's past, and Cyril once told him that the two turned against each other because of some things.

But he was completely ignorant of these details.

Reason told him not to pursue the bottom line, but Clark couldn't help it.

"So do you think it was you who caused Heinciri to become what he is today? Do you think you are the one who should take responsibility?"

Xi Ruier shook his head left and right, but the expression on his face was very hesitant, "I don't think I'm to blame. Without me, he would still be on the road he is today, but he wouldn't be so... pitiful in his heart."

Clark straightened Cyril's head, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Everyone is responsible for every step they take, you and I. Absolute goodness is as horrible as absolute evil, and if I blame you for having the ability to help others but not the will, Then I should have blamed those rich people who have money but don't donate it, blame those ordinary kids who don't say anything about their classmates being bullied on campus, blame those scientists who use their ingenuity to create powerful weapons, but This is not something I should do, I am only responsible for my own choices, not to interfere with other people's ideas."

As a Kryptonian who has been able to destroy the entire earth since he was a child, and can violently reshape the earth according to his own ideas, these are things he has experienced a lot of injustice and bumped into many walls in society to understand.

The value of Superman lies not only in his strength, but also in his kindness. The most precious part is that he maintains a reasonable restraint for his own kindness and strength.

Clark sighed deeply, took Cyril into his arms, and patted him on the back reassuringly.

"Don't worry, I will only be responsible for my own heartbeat." Clark peeped into the elf's deepest thoughts for the first time, and felt his extremely tangled logic, but he laughed a little. "What kind of person am I in your eyes?" My saint, isn’t there only someone like me in this world who is not a bad person?”

Cyril leaned against Clark's arms, her eyes half-downcast, and her beautiful eyes were tightly covered.

Looking at his expression, I don't know if he understood what Clark said, but he retorted softly: "You are just fine."

"Did I explain it clearly?"

"Ah."

"Then do you understand?"

"Ah."

"Then tell me now what happened to the man you asked Professor X to help find. Charles has already found him."

"it is good."

Clark watched the elf obediently share all the information he knew, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

In fact, Cyril is quite coaxing.

After listening to all the information, Clark also received a notification from Charles.

When the elevator was completely out of service, and the angel Casidio, who could transport people at any time, was also unfamiliar with the terrain and unable to use his abilities, the exorcist duo finally climbed dozens of stairs and passed through the chaotic area where demons were rampant. , successfully merged with Kuaiyin.

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