After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

When Clark left home for the sixth time, he did not come back for about three weeks.

In the past few times, he came back more frequently and stayed longer and longer. Sasha was carried to bed by him every day, and he was worried that he could not sleep well, and he felt suffocated.

Sasha counted the days.

This time, on the 18th day, the god on earth still hasn't returned.

He knew that his chance had come.

Sasha gave the system analysis: [We have successfully caught the first target now - I don't believe that I have licked like this, and my father wants to kill me.It's time to turn on PlanB. 】

System: [The first thing you say when you wake up every day is to cheer yourself up! 】

So when Clark came back from San Francisco, he found that something was wrong with his little milk paste.

The man entered the Hall of Justice without touching the ground, and flew directly to the lounge with the gift.Before the guards on both sides of the trestle had time to put away their guns and kneel down, they saw the door of the lounge open and close, and the fluttering red cloak disappeared.

The god of the world entered the door and looked around.

There is no kennel at the door, which means that Xiao Krypton has finally learned how to sleep in bed.

Good, Clark was relieved.

A light screen is suspended in the center of the living room.Not watching the movie halfway through, and not putting away the light screen, is indeed the style of the mentally retarded.

It's okay, he can clean it up.

The door opened quietly, but certainly enough for the little prince to hear.

He waited for a while, but still didn't wait for the cute golden retriever pup to pounce on Clark, barking.

This is very abnormal.

Clark: "...Little Krypton?"

He put down the gift in his hand, and walked to the door of the bedroom in two steps.

A frail lump was wrapped in the quilt, with only a slightly curly blond hair sticking out.Hearing the man call him, half of a pretty face appeared under the quilt, looking listless.

Sasha's voice was weak, but she still tried to smile at him: "Clark~~~~"

Without further ado, Clark first scanned the person from head to toe with perspective vision.

Kryptonian bugs have the same perspective ability, which is equivalent to clairvoyance + X-ray scanning.Apart from being unable to penetrate lead, he could, in theory, directly witness anything on Earth.

But he didn't see which organ of the little mentally handicapped had a lesion.

He gently supported the bed, leaned over, hugged the person and the quilt to his side, and called him in a voice so soft that it could only startle mosquitoes:

"Physical discomfort?"

Sasha: "No~~ want to sleep..."

Clark stroked the golden retriever: "Go to sleep."

He lightly went to cook.

But this time, the little prince started cooking directly from him, and slept until the dinner was completely cold.

Clark could see Sasha's empty stomach, and even though he knew he was gasping to get up, he filled a small bowl with creamy soup, picked him up under the covers, leaned against him, and fed him a little.

The little golden retriever, who was usually in good spirits, leaned against him, and it was difficult to open his eyes.With bright red soft lips like roses, holding the edge of the spoon in his mouth, he barely drank a little, then turned his head and didn't want to drink anymore, and rubbed his mouth on Clark's body by the way.

Clark let him wipe his mouth, his handsome brows and eyes darkened slightly.

He scanned the inside of Sasha's body again, still not quite trusting his clairvoyance ability, and stripped off the little prince's clothes to check for any trauma.

But the body of the artificial human is indeed a soft part of porcelain white.He was so white that his whole body was about to glow in his arms, but there were no disharmonious wounds.

Sasha is not doing well.

He just slept drowsily, neither ate nor drank, and even went to the toilet very rarely.

Clark whispered to himself, "—no. Don't do that to me."

Sasha was hugged by him, and he heard the almost nothing god on earth whispering in his ear.

He suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

But he still remembered to go according to plan: "Clark, I want to sleep...but my head hurts."

Clark coaxed him softly: "After sleeping for so long, of course I have a headache. How about some more?"

The golden retriever pup was still very obedient, and despite his poor appetite, he was clearly trying to eat his dinner to keep the man happy.

When he was retching from eating, the man stopped him.

Clark said softly, "If you don't want to eat, just put it away."

He brought the light screen over and showed Sasha his favorite Beans and Bugs Bunny.

In normal times, this little mentally handicapped man with a particularly low point of laughter would always put his feet on his lap like an uncle, giggling while nibbling on snacks.

But today that trick doesn't work either.

Sasha hugged the pillow and looked at it for a while, then lowered his head as if losing interest, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Clark was a little at a loss, touched his blond hair for a while, and stroked it from the root of the hair to his cheek, but he didn't touch the dimple that was usually sweet and dizzy.

The man remained silent, stuffed the little prince back under the quilt, and went out to make a phone call.

Although the little mentally retarded man couldn't understand English, Clark knew he was uncomfortable, so he lowered his voice as much as possible: "Lex, I need your help."

Lex on the phone: "At your service, my friend."

Clark: "I know that you have made great achievements in the field of genetics-of course, in any field. I want to understand, in the absence of any pathological factors, artificial humans have symptoms such as lethargy and inability to eat. What is the general reason? ?”

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

Lex: "...did you make an artificial human, Carl?"

Clark didn't want to explain: "Please tell me the answer."

Lex: "If there is no physical disease, do you want to consider the reason? They are similar to humans in essence, cats can suffer from depression, let alone artificial humans?"

depression?

The god on earth thought for a while, then hung up the phone.

The bald man on the other end of the phone was a little confused when he heard the busy tone on the phone.

He was busy with the upgrading of the watchtower, when a sudden phone call said something about artificial humans, he was taken aback.

Soon, though, Lex put the phone down and continued to program recent events into encryption.

This encryption program, on the entire planet, can only be cracked by another person.

He first compiled keywords such as "Ultimate Iron Man", "Axis of Good and Evil", "Symbiont Suit", "Anti-Kryptonite Radiation", etc. After thinking about it, he compiled a new keyword.

Cyborg.

But at the end of the word, he added a question mark.

Before Cyborg reached the watchtower, the man tapped the send button lightly.

The information after layers of encryption flashed on the screen and then disappeared.Follow the safe route to where it should go.

The screen was just black.

In the darkness, a bat logo flashed faintly.

He knew that the man had received it.

Clark gave Sasha a good night's sleep.

The next day, he took out the clothes and boots he bought for Sasha from the presents he brought back, and stood by the bed to put them on for him.

Due to the discomfort and getting angry, the little prince became spoiled again, but he learned the lesson from last time, he didn't dare to bite Clark, so he angrily bit the pillow on the bed.

Sasha: "I'm going to bed—!"

Clark didn't speak.He tightened the laces on his little boots, and put Sasha on a coat with a red hood, which was pulled up to conceal his unusually attractive face.

Then he said, "I'm going to take you out today, little Krypton."

Sasha: "Where are you going?"

Clark smiled slightly: "Look around."

He looked at the ignorant face of the little mentally handicapped, and understood that for Sasha who had never stepped out of this room, he probably didn't understand what he was talking about.

But after the phone call with Lex last night, the god on earth thought about it for a long time.

Sasha is his creation, the product of his long-lost heart, which can no longer bear it and wants to save itself.

Since he was born, he has been a person, not a cat or a dog—not to mention that cats and dogs also need to be released regularly and accompanied by people, instead of being locked at home for three weeks, only with Bean and Bugs Bunny. send him off.

—he should have been his Eve, not his prisoner.

Clark dressed the little blond prince, hugged him directly, and opened the door to the lounge.

——At the moment when the door was opened, he heard the violent heartbeat in Sasha's chest.

But Sasha reacted very quickly.

He immediately grabbed the edge of the door with his hand, and screamed in the man's arms: "Where are you going! Clark... I'm afraid! I don't want it!"

Clark whispered: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He gently separated the dog's paw from the door, stuffed it back into his arms, then lifted his toes off the ground and flew out as slowly as possible.

On the ground, the black soldiers raised their heads and watched their god go away, but they couldn't see what the Little Red Riding Hood in his arms looked like.

At most, Sasha had seen such a thing as being lifted into the sky by a spiral in the arms of Superman, and now he really went to heaven, and he was really a little frightened.

He hugged Clark's neck vigorously and hung his legs around his waist, for fear that this moody guy would smash him to the ground from a height of [-] meters.

Sasha tongue tied: "Go, go, where?"

Clark hovered above the Hall of Justice, with his arm firmly supporting his buttocks, and the other hand took the red cloak behind him, wrapping the little prince up to prevent him from freezing.

Clark smiled: "Just showing you around."

Sasha: "Look, look, look at what?"

Clark: "Look at my home."

He sympathetically wrapped up the mentally handicapped boy who was so frightened that he was half dead, and started to fly smoothly following a drifting cloud.

They went to the endless sea.

Schools of fish migrated beneath their feet, bringing up waves of blue.The fearless seagull took off the little prince's red hood, but Sasha couldn't grab it, her brilliant blond hair was scattered in the sea breeze.

They went to see fields and glaciers.

The former is green and warm, with the vigorous fragrance of flowers and plants everywhere, and the wind surrounding him is also warm; the latter is cold and solemn, with a cold white ice shell that rivals human beings and stubbornly carves out its own territory.

Sasha shuddered and sneezed.

So Clark carried him and flew up again, towards the direction of the sun.

The clouds were getting closer and further away from them, and a group of wild geese were frightened into two characters.The god of the world hovered above the clouds and asked him in a low voice:

"Is it still cold?"

Sasha: "It's not cold anymore."

Sasha's plan B, originally just walked out of that lounge, to see if he could seize the opportunity to activate other whitewashing tasks, but he didn't expect to have an unexpected flying...

He just huddled in Clark's arms to watch him, and found that this was the first time he had seen the appearance of a god on earth under the sun.

The world once threw bouquets of flowers at him, stretched out their hands to caress his cloak, and gave him countless praise titles—they called him the god of the world, called him the son of tomorrow, and even called him the sun directly. God, give the crown of Apollo to his hands.

——Because he was originally born in the light and belongs to the light.

The way he smiled at people against the sun is enough to break the hearts of the most indifferent and selfish people on this planet.

Seeing the little mentally handicapped man in his arms looking at him, Clark listened to his heartbeat, suppressed his smile, and asked in a low voice, "Little Krypton, are you afraid of heights?"

Sasha came back to his senses: "Uh, a little..."

Clark: "Then let's fly back slowly."

He hugged Sasha and flew back slowly.On the way, the little mentally handicapped man made a fuss in his arms, saying that he would come out to play in the future, and he agreed gently.

They landed in front of the Hall of Justice.

There was a wide golden staircase leading from the road to the main hall of the Hall of Justice.

Speaking of which, Sasha was very lucky. On the stairs, they happened to bump into three other teammates of Zhenglian, who had just returned from their patrol mission.

Clark nodded lightly in greeting, and pulled on the little prince's red hood casually.

So he missed it too, the momentary joy in Sasha's eyes.

Everything really sounds like the sound of nature: [The main task 2, 3, 4 has been received. 】

Sasha: 【Come on!Put the character card in my bag first, and then report the character and deviation value.By the way, are these whitewashing tasks free to choose the order? 】

System: [Yes, characters with low deviation values ​​have greater fluctuations in mentality, and I sincerely recommend that dog hosts start from the lowest. 】

Sasha: [Hurry up, report!After a while my dad carried me in again...! 】

System: [Wonder Woman, deviation: 92%. 】

[Steel frame, deviation value: 83%]

[Flash, deviation: 24%. 】

Listening to the deviations of the first two breaking through the sky, Sasha, who wanted to kneel on the spot, was abruptly pulled back by the third deviation!

Sasha, who finally sees the light of day: [………… Oh! 】

……twenty four%! !

Let me know which little angel Kangkang is! ! !