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

Peter Parker recently discovered something.

He found that the giant slime that followed him every day seems to be less annoying at a certain time every day...

To be precise, it is the beginning of "personification".

——It was like being struck by lightning suddenly, and then being possessed by some kind of soul.

Peter watched it for several days.

During its "anthropomorphic" time period, it will perform many actions that scp-999, which only tickles, will not do:

Such as patting the head of the little spider, squatting on him, or scribbling on the ground.

One day he also saw that this big orange dumpling went to buy a map.

...with the change it found in the trash.

Although scp-999 has always had a "0w0" face, Peter somehow felt that he seemed to see a human soul behind this face.

Peter: "...Are you in the same situation as the Frog Prince? It looks like a lump, but it actually contains a personal soul? How about you wake up on a regular basis every day?"

SCP-999 couldn't speak, so he stuck to him and looked at the map.

Then he was kicked violently by the irritable old spider.

Datuanzi trembled twice: "..."

Peter: "I'm asking you something!"

SCP-999 Subcutaneous Lord Frog Prince Sasha:

[...I think this kid needs to deal with his violent tendencies.How many times have I been kicked? 】

Counting Mr. System: [During the period of dog host possessing scp-999, 134 feet.Dog host not possessed during scp-999, 2 feet. 】

Sasha: [? ? ?So when I manipulated scp-999, I got kicked even more? 】

scp-999: 【@#￥%@...@! 】

System: 【It says it's not like you, it hides very quickly. 】

Sasha: […]

Of course, he can't control his body flexibly like the main body of scp-999.

Being kicked was also being kicked. Sasha tried to stretch out a small bulge on his body, treating it as his "hand", and tremblingly glued the map that fell on the ground.

Peter: "What are you doing?"

Sasha struggled to open the map, glued another twig, and made a circle around Manhattan.

Peter's big eyes blinked, looking at the map and looking at it again: "What do you mean? You can't really be an enchanted frog prince, can you? And the bad witch is in Manhattan? You want me to save you?"

Sasha: "..."

Brother, you usually look so irritable, don't you look like someone with such a romantic imagination?

The irritable old spider kicked it again: "Get out! If that's why you're attached to me, I'll tell you the truth, I don't have time!"

He still remembered the white iron man in San Francisco, and wanted to swing towards San Francisco as soon as he jumped up. Fortunately, Sasha had expected it, and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" wrapped him into a little spider ball.

Peter struggles in a cloud of translucent slime:

"Damn it, I'm serious! To go to Manhattan is across North America, I'm not going! I'm going to San Francisco to get my revenge!"

Sasha was dangling around him, like a baby wanting candy.

Peter: "..."

The saddest thing is that the healing physique that comes with this big dumpling starts to work automatically again as soon as it entangles him——

He smelled those sweet smells again.

Especially the scent of Aunt May's kitchen.

Every time he smells this fragrance, he wants to be buried in this big dumpling, unable to sleep.

Dream a dream that never wakes up, away from the cold and lonely reality.

Peter couldn't struggle: "Damn! After I rescued you, you won't bother me anymore?!"

Sasha snorted and shook him.

Peter: "Okay—Okay! I'm going to throw up! I'm going to vomit—"

He struggled out, and finally looked in the direction of San Francisco.

Peter sometimes almost forgets why he went to trouble with Ultimate Iron Man over and over again.

The first time he went to find Tony, he met Bai Can.The two had a big fight when they disagreed. Peter was beaten all over his body and was thrown on the street like a dog. Amidst the ridicule and humiliation of the people in San Francisco, he crawled hard on the ground and heard the last faith shattering.

The second time he went to Bai Guan, in order to avenge the last time.Even if he killed him, he would not admit that it was Tony Stark. He tore open the beautiful white armor fiercely, but what he saw was Tony Stark's face.

The third time he went to look for the white pot, he no longer knew why.

Peter has nothing left, and his family, creed, comrades-in-arms, and mentor have all left him cruelly, so what does it matter if he wins or loses?

How many more times will he be killed?

... let's do it.

The big orange ball saw him staring at San Francisco in a daze, probably thinking that he was going to trouble Bai Can again, wrapped him neatly, and started snoring and shaking again.

Peter: "I'm going to Manhattan! I'm going to Manhattan!"

What kind of realistic fantasy movie is this?

he thought.

Protagonist: a black spider, a jubilant orange mass;

Film synopsis: From San Francisco to Manhattan;

Genre: Road Movie.

...It's pretty darn bad anyway.

When Datuanzi let go of him, Peter raised his leg and made up for it.

Sasha: 【...When this little bastard arrives in Manhattan, see if I can beat him. 】

The system calmly: [The dog host is not willing to beat him. 】

Even if the little spider is wasted by life and put on a black battle suit that affects his temperament, his nagging ability is still unabated.

Sasha, who controls SCP-999, can't speak, and his ears grow calluses from listening to his chatter, and he has to respond from time to time to show that the little spider is not singing a one-man show.

After wandering for so many years, finally someone was next to him and listened to him. Peter scolded fiercely, but he was actually quite happy in his heart.

System: [Spiderman, the deviation value has decreased by 2%. 】

Sasha was still thinking about it: [I will definitely beat him. 】

System: [The dog host is reluctant. 】

Peter secretly remembered in his heart the time when this happy dumpling possessed humanity—usually at nine or ten o'clock in the evening, when normal people were going to sleep.

He stays silent during the day, except for fighting with SCP-999, looking for food in the garbage dump, or driving in the direction of Manhattan.

At night, when the "frog prince" woke up, he would lean against Da Tuanzi and talk fast about what he saw and heard today.

But tonight, the time for "Frog Prince" to wake up seems to be very short.

Peter had only chattered for a third of the time, and the quiet and elegant scp-999 shook twice, and then began to chatter and roll somersaults again.

Peter was irritated: "Fuck!"

The personality hidden in this group is too weak, right?

Can it make it to Manhattan?

Peter had already conceived a whole set of tragic stories in his mind:

Originally, a good human being was turned into a slimy slime by the spell of the bad witch. He only had a short time to recover his sanity every day, and the rest of the time he rolled around like a real slime annoying.

Now that the time is suddenly shortened, could it be that the bad witch in Manhattan is doing something wrong?

Peter was inexplicably nervous.

He didn't bother to fight with SCP-999 anymore, he saw a second-hand bicycle in the garbage dump, turned over and rode it, and creaked onto the road.

On Sasha's side, it's not that there are really bad witches interfering with him.

What interfered with him was the god of the world...

Every night, he took out the light screen and came out to play movies regularly, pretending to be watching Bugs Bunny and Mr. Bean; in fact, his consciousness was separated a lot and attached to SCP-999, just to follow up the situation of Black Spider in real time.

At this moment, his consciousness suddenly withdrew, because after Clark took a shower, he saw the little prince curled up on the bed watching a movie.

Bugs Bunny on the light screen was chattering, but Sasha, who was watching cartoons, was dumbfounded.

So Clark went in and rubbed Sasha's belly through the quilt.

Sasha was still in a daze.

He also saw the little prince tucked into the quilt, tightly wrapped, with only one soft warm white foot sticking out of the quilt.

The gods on earth went to scratch the soles of his feet.

Sasha, whose feet were shrunk from being scratched, regained consciousness: "..."

He forgot that he seemed to be no longer single...

So from nine to ten o'clock in the evening, it will no longer be the time for him to be alone...

The timing of operating scp-999 has to be adjusted.

The system fights for the little spider: 【Heh, man.There are so many entertainments. 】

Sasha covered Clark's face with a pillow: "Bad guy~~"

System: [Voice. 】

Sasha was ashamed and angry: [Hey what!Have you ever seen a host get out of order? 】

Clark was smothered with pillows, and he couldn't dodge.

He still held the slender ankle in his hand.

Gently lowering her eyelashes, she gently dropped a kiss on the beautiful white to shiny instep.

... Sasha's whole dog was red hot.

In order to conceal the beating heart at that moment, he protested super loudly:

"Don't kiss me if you kiss my feet!"

Clark coaxed him quickly: "I'm sorry, Sasha. It looks too beautiful."

The mentally handicapped little boy had half of his head under the quilt, and his voice of shame and indignation was muffled:

"How can feet be beautiful!"

How could it not be beautiful.

The god on earth thought amusingly.

He hadn't let those soft feet walk much since his little Eve was born.

Either hold it in the palm of your hand to keep warm, or put on the delicate little red boots like a human, and then fly around in your arms.

As a result, Sasha was brought up to be as delicate as she is now, with the palms and soles of her feet as tender as the pads of a milk cat.

The gods on earth touched it with their soft lips, for fear of hurting the little prince.

He looked at the half red face buried in the corner of the quilt, and the more he looked at it, the softer his heart became, he held his ankle tightly, and kissed it all the way along the white calf.

"It's beautiful here too."

He smiled and admired, and kissed the little prince's pink knee.

"And here."

He kissed the tender white belly of the little prince.

"here."

He kissed the heart of the little prince.

Sasha: "...huh!"

Can still speak.

As always, the golden retriever pup who was born to eat sweets was very impatient. Before he could kiss him, he jumped up from the quilt and wrapped himself around the man to kiss him.

...He forgot that he still disliked a man who kissed his feet.

In fact, both of them are not very good at kissing.

Every time Sasha bumped into him recklessly, and then the god on earth kissed him tenderly, and we slowly learned how to kiss together.

The rose-like lips of the little prince will turn bright red after kissing; so the man always kisses him again and again, as if he can't get tired of kissing him no matter what.

They shared a long, long kiss.

Clark put him back on the quilt, put his elbows on the sides of the little prince's head, didn't speak, just stared at him.

Sasha got hot from seeing him, so he covered his face with his arms and said, "Don't look at me~~"

Clark whispered: "You are the bone of my bones and the flesh of my flesh, why are you not allowed to see you?"

Sasha knew that "bone of bone, flesh of flesh" came from "Old Testament Genesis". Adam blurted out to her when he first saw Eve made from his own rib.

——This sentence means that from the beginning of their birth, they have been completely each other's lives and will never be separated.

But he thought about it, he shouldn't know that there is a man's rib in his body, so he deliberately squeezed his mouth that was kissed bright red, and said:

"I don't like bones and flesh, I like being a star."

Clark lay down on his side and began to slowly tell him the story of Adam and Eve.

Speaking of the Kryptonian rib, the god on earth touched Sasha's heart with one hand, then moved down two inches from the heart, and said softly, "It's here."

Sasha: "Under Krypton's lead heart."

Upon hearing his tone, Clark knew that the little prince probably remembered his words, so he couldn't help laughing, and kissed him on the heart.

So far, for him.

Sasha's heart is still impenetrable.

This lead heart, one day, may become a murderous weapon, or it may become a rose blooming only for him.

But before that day comes.

He wanted to try to wait and see, and use the warmth that was left in his soul, which belonged to the son of tomorrow, to slowly warm up and soften this heart.

Then open to him alone.

The man got up and went to sleep on the sofa again.

The super clingy golden retriever pup grabs his curly hair with his hands and won't let him go.

So he had no choice but to hold back his small thoughts, and turned into a warm human-shaped kennel, letting Sasha Tuan sleep in his arms.

Sasha had a great time: [Oh.The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as the dog kennel my father gave me. 】

He waited for Clark to fall asleep, and then went back to the black spider who was riding a small broken bicycle for some reason.

I also set up a cat litter for him, and then I felt relieved.

Finally, he knocked on Pepper again and told her about the little spider in detail.

He figured Tony Two—no, the real Tony Papa—would start something.

Then he looked up and saw the cloak hanging on the wall.

He liked Clark's bright red cape.Especially the way it fluttered under the sun, the thin bright red cloth was shining through, which made Clark look as dazzling as a god.

Sasha carefully slipped out of the man's arms, holding the large ball of dark cloak, ran to the bathroom, intending to wash his father.

The little prince was barefoot, poured detergent and hot water into the bathtub, and then threw the cloak in to soak.

At first, the water was still clear.

But later, as the cloak soaked in detergent for a longer time.

——A tank full of hot water was stained red.

Sasha: 【...The quality of this cloak is not good, the color has faded. 】

System: [The test is completed, it is human blood. 】

Of course he knew it was blood.

No one is more familiar with this faint fishy smell than him.

But without saying a word, he bent down to grab the red cloak in the water, slowly scrubbed it clean with soap, and changed the water pool by pool.

The reddish water in the bathtub overflowed and flowed over the soles of the little prince's white feet, and then was diluted by the clear water little by little.

Taking the time to glance at the man's deviation value, he was still 98% bitten.

well.Wait until he wakes up.

Sasha thought silently, washing the cloak for him.

Wait until he wants.

In the morning, the window screen of the bedroom changed from the starry sky to the clear sky of the metropolis.

Clark looked at the hustle and bustle of the morning outside the window, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

For a person who has lost a loved one for 5 years, this situation has long become rare.

However, he quickly attributed this rare illusion of comfort to the little prince who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

His sun-like body temperature wrapped Sasha warmly.

It was warm and fragrant, wrapped comfortably in his arms.

Clark stared at him for a moment, then kissed the long pale gold eyelashes.

After being kissed, the little prince closed his eyes tightly, put his hands on his chest, and stretched.

He began to grind his teeth lazily with his pectoral muscles.

Grinding and grinding.

Sasha was woken up by the big guy poking him under the covers.

Sasha: "..."

Clark: "..."

The system closed the microphone all night, and it happened to be very boring: [The dog system will analyze it for you.If the dog host sells butts once, the deviation value will drop by 2%. By analogy, if the dog host sells butts another 49 times, Superman will be completely whitewashed. 】

Sasha groaned: [...I'm not...especially unwilling to sell...]

It's his father's size...

After selling 50 times, can his ass jump directly into the spaceship? ? ?

Do you really want to contribute to the world to this extent?

Make a black hole in your ass?

Before Sasha finished his psychological construction, Clark's face turned red and he got up.

"Sleep again." The man kissed the tip of the little prince's ear, "I'll make you breakfast."

Sasha: "#￥%...#"

Clark didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Sasha was really curious, buried her face in the pillow, and cooed again.

Superman's super hearing is not covered, even with such a vague pronunciation, he still has difficulty hearing what the other party is asking.

Clark stuttered, but replied honestly: "Actually, it's not... It's not like I can penetrate every time... I've learned how to control it... Unless a Kryptonian is really completely out of control..."

System: [Then you can pour it in next time. 】

Sasha was furious, wishing he could hit himself: [...you, what the hell! ! ! ! 】

System: [Hee hee. 】

...Fortunately, the gods on earth couldn't hear them talking about cross talk.

He went to the kitchen and fried a yellow sun egg for the little prince.

During this period, with Clark's super hearing, he heard the sound of the first fine snow of winter coming.

He thought with pity that the little prince who is afraid of the cold will suffer.

Sure enough, within two days.

It began to snow lightly in Washington.

Sasha didn't care.

His father is a nest with its own temperature. When winter comes, he just has an excuse to pester Clark and study how to wash his deviation value.

He washed Clark's red cloak last time, and Clark noticed it when he put it on, and was stunned for a while.

Obviously, the god on earth also knew that there was a sea of ​​blood on his cloak, but he didn't seem to want to pay attention to it.

Now the little prince washed him brightly, and for a moment, he became the big super sitting on the roof of the Daily Planet in a trance.

When the sun rises, he smiles and says good morning to his city.

——His City of Tomorrow.

The deviation value moved, slowly moving down by 1%.

Sasha was overjoyed.

After selling his butt once, his father's deviation value suddenly loosened. It seems that he doesn't have to sell it 50 times...

Sasha wondered what else she could do for Clark as she walked around the small apartment.

Turning to the wall covered with photos, he carefully touched it with his hand.

The frame was dusty.

So Sasha took a damp cotton cloth and wiped all the photo frames carefully while Clark was away.

I don’t know if these photos were rescued from the flattened Metropolis, or Clark brought them from Kansas—the little reporter took a lot with his own camera, and some of them were old photos that turned yellow.

Sasha saw Xiao Krypton.

Dog Krypton.

It is a snow-white dog with a decent neck and a little red cape, sitting elegantly and dignifiedly beside Martha's legs.

Just the grinning dog mouth, and sticking out the long tongue betrayed it, making the whole dog look goofy.

The kind-hearted old woman sat on the front porch of her small house in Kansas, swinging a wooden rocking chair.

She's holding a sweater in her hand, and smiling for the camera like any old lady next door.

He also saw pictures of Clark as a child.

The young black-haired and blue-eyed boy still can't see the stubborn little curly hair on his forehead, but the handsome facial features in the future have begun to take shape.

The simple Kansas peasant family left this group photo in their warm little home.The boy was wearing a birthday hat on his head, half of the cake was stuck on his father's face, and his mother was leaning forward beside him.

Sasha couldn't quite understand the meaning of family, so he had to silently remember the layout of this small home.

In addition, there are commendation photos left by the young reporter when he won the Pulitzer Prize, and some award-winning works.

In Clark's lens, human beings scorched black by gunfire are crawling on the devastated battlefield.

Limbs twisted and stretched to the sky, longing for a redemption that never came.

While wiping, Sasha thought to herself, when did Clark put these photos here?

Was it when the Hall of Justice was first upgraded and renovated before everything happened?

Every superhero just got his own small room, so the Kansas boy rushed in and hung the best moments of his life on this wall——

Or was it after the events at the Met, when Clarke was little by little redecorating his lounge to look like a small apartment?

The shadow of the clown can never be erased, his heart is filled with raging hatred, and the idea of ​​changing the world has not yet matured.

But still on this wall, the most important photos are hung.

——At the beginning, did he ever want to warn himself of something?

No matter when it is, it should be some years old.

Sasha moved a small stool, raised his hand to wipe the top photo frame, and ended up dusting his nose.

The walls suddenly opened to the sides.

Sasha lost his support, swayed on the stool, and fell into the arms of the god on earth.

Clark smiled when he saw him: "Why did you become a painted face?"

Sasha snorted and rubbed his palms, and wiped his face clean, with a rather smug expression:

"I'm cleaning your room."

The man glanced at the photo wall, then turned back to kiss him: "Sasha, you are so considerate."

Sasha had a smile on his face, and he really wanted to let him look at the photo wall more.

Take a quick look at what you were like before, look at what kind of life the little reporters chose in the past, think about Martha's mother and Jonathan's father, don't engage in revolution, let's go back to our hometown to give birth to monkey @#￥%......

But he also knew not to act too hastily, the little red boots hanging in the air turned up twice, and said:

"I'm going out to buy something."

Clark: "Is there anything missing at home?"

Sasha: "I want to have flowers in your house."

He said "your home".

Clark blinked.

He remembered that Sasha didn't seem to have left any trace of himself since he moved in - it seemed that he only had an extra toothbrush.

Generally speaking, the longer a person stays in a certain place, the place will gradually be changed by the person's behavior habits.

When Clark was a war correspondent, he would spend a month in other people's homes.

Within a week, his room would be a bird's nest, flooded with photos and film.

But Sasha had no such subconscious behavior.

He lives here, the small apartment looks like this;

He went out, and the small apartment looked like this.

The only things he had: a light screen, a book of fairy tales, and a few beautiful red hoods, all of which were given to him by himself.

It's like getting used to constantly shifting positions.

When the time is up, take your bag and leave, leaving everything behind is superfluous.

Clark thought for a while: "I'll go with you."

When Sasha walked into the flower shop in Washington with the god on earth.

... The boss behind the counter was so frightened that he fainted.

Considering the boss's heart, Sasha didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he quickly picked out a warm-colored flower pot and a lot of small daisies.

Went around the furniture store again, bought some faux picture frames, new curtains and wallpaper—and Clark asked him what he wanted the curtains for.Their windows are all screens, and the light is too strong, which can be adjusted at any time.

Sasha didn't explain anyway, and grabbed the curtain he liked: "I want to buy this~~"

Clark: "Listen to you."

Clark was very curious about the golden retriever puppy who wanted to buy something, so he walked slowly behind him to see what he was buying.

As a result, until sunset, Sasha's shopping bag didn't contain a pack of potato chips, it was full of miscellaneous gadgets and decorations.Sasha instructed Clark to take the things home, and then he folded his arms and thought about things in the middle of the living room.

Clark laughed at his seriousness: "What's next, my decoration designer?"

... Actually Sasha wasn't sure what to do first.

He lives in shelters and rubbish dumps, so he has no experience in furnishing the home. The curtains, which are in good condition, almost rot in his hands.

In the end, it was the gods on earth who taught him to hook the curtains, then picked him up, and hung them one by one on the nailed window rails.

Wallpapering is also a disaster.

The god on earth had to peel off Sasha's crumpled wallpaper again, paste new wallpaper with a sigh, and then use a roller to flatten it little by little.

Sasha was embarrassed: "I can still help..."

Clark refused gently: "You can't."

After covering the entire room, when he turned his head, the little mentally handicapped man rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and followed him step by step to look behind him.

Seeing the man turn his head, he hurriedly handed him a glass of Bing Kuo Luo, obviously embarrassed.

Clark knew that this guy looked ignorant, but his green eyes were always shrewd;

It was rare to see him so embarrassed that he couldn't make a sound, and I also found it novel and liked it. I lowered my head to touch the little prince's forehead, and laughed at him in a low voice:

"You little fool, you can't even work."

Normally, the golden retriever pup would have jumped up and exploded, but now he was wronged, and the man said he was a fool, so he had no choice but to obediently bow his head in response.

The small appearance makes one's heart itch.

After Sasha arranged the handmade decorations, woven wind chimes were hung on the edge of the door, and a lot of daisies were inserted.

Clark frowned slightly, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

The wallpaper and curtains are in warm colors, completely covering up the cold mechanical feeling of the lounge; on the wall are handmade wooden picture frames, which are placed neatly behind the blooming daisies.

Wind chimes woven from wheat ears jingle on the edge of the door.

Just like what Clark Kent sees every time he returns from the Metropolis to Kansas, trots in through the cornfields, and hugs Martha.

— the beginning of his life.

Clark was a little stunned, and wanted to see Sasha's expression for a moment, wanted to grab him, and asked him why he did this.

But the little prince's head was close to him affectionately, and his small eyes peeked at the man eagerly, as if he was afraid that he would get angry, and he looked like a puppy who was looking forward to praise and just wanted to make him happy.

He felt stuck in his throat, but he couldn't ask.

I had no choice but to coax his little designer: "It looks good."

Sasha glanced at his deviation value and began to try to take risks: "When I was cleaning the photos, I saw Clark's house. It was warm~~ The big sun Clark is the most suitable place to live in."

Clark: "I don't want to talk about that right now."

Sasha immediately backed down: "Okay, okay."

Saying yes, the little prince stretched out his arms to hug the back of the man's neck, stroking his broad back with his soft palms, as if he was smoothing the man's hair.

The god on earth looked at him, but he didn't look back. He just imitated the way a man usually does, kissing the man's chin softly and repeatedly.

Clark thought to himself, this guy has been so obedient all night, so he was waiting here.

But what can he do, he has nothing to do with Sasha.

Sasha didn't open his wound on purpose, he was very clever, just peeled off a little bit of the edge of the covering, and then took the warm little pink tongue and tried to lick his scar slowly and mouthful.

will be painful.But if you don't peel it off, the bloody scar will always be there.

Clark slept on the sofa that night, the smell of daisies, wood and wheat disturbed him, but his super sense of smell couldn't restrain himself, and he breathed in these familiar smells forcefully.

He turned over several times, had two short dreams and woke up again, only to realize later that the golden retriever puppy didn't see Mr. Bean tonight.

Looking down, Sasha rolled up a ball of quilt and was lying on the floor next to the sofa, with his face against the back of the man's hands hanging down, his belly rising and falling, sleeping soundly.

Clark was helpless: "You—"

He didn't care about the little prince's getting up, and picked him up from the cold floor.

He knows Sasha's pampered physique. Originally, the seasons changed quickly this year. Today, the little mentally handicapped went out for a day, and his voice was a little hoarse when he came back. How dare he sleep on the floor?

Clark said in a serious tone: "Sasha, as I said, don't sleep on the floor anymore."

Sasha said pitifully: "I still want to sleep with Clark. But Clark is not happy tonight, and I'm afraid you'll be angry—the ear still hurts."

It's fine if he doesn't mention his ears, but if he mentions his ears, Clark will be in trouble.

He touched the indelible scar on the little prince's earlobe, frowning and asking, "Why does it still hurt?", and at the same time checked the healing of the wound with a X-ray to see if there were gem fragments that had not been taken out.

Sasha took advantage of him to get close to her.

Kissed him loudly.

Clark: "..."

Sleeping on the sofa can't escape the mentally handicapped, so Clark recognized it. Hearing the little prince sniff his nose, he quickly wrapped him in his bed to keep warm.

The two huddled together on the sofa.

The wheat ear wind chime on the door swayed gently in the temperature-adjusted airflow.

Clark: "I'm not going to be mad at you anymore, Sasha."

Sasha's nose was blocked, and her voice was muffled: "But Clark doesn't smile anymore. I like Clark smiling at me the most. Clark looks so pretty when he smiles."

Clark was amused by him, remembering that when the little prince first learned to speak Kryptonian, he also said the same sentence, and his aesthetics were quite specific.

So he still replied softly: "You look good too."

Sasha: "If Clark forgets to smile, Krypton will be afraid of you."

Clark laughed and rubbed his golden-haired head: "Little idiot, can't you take off the name Xiao Krypton?"

But after the little prince squeezed into his arms and fell asleep after coughing for a while.

Clark couldn't sleep.

"—if you forget to smile, Clark, people will be afraid of you."

Martha told him softly when he hadn't become a big super.

For some reason, Sasha's wording subtly coincides with the mother in his memory.

"Why can't I wear a mask or something?"

Young Clark puts on the uniform for the first time.His uniform was so bright it made the Kansas boy blush a little, but his mother, Martha, smiled and said it was fine.

Martha: "Then people will see your uniform first and pay less attention to your face—and that's a good thing if you want to blend in with them."

Little Clark: "Then I put on a mask, wouldn't it be better?"

Martha: "Perhaps—but better not. You have powers beyond mortal imagination, and people will be afraid. You frightened us when you were a baby; but when I saw your face— —God, what a mischievous little angel, giggling happily—”

Martha: "Let them see your face, Clark. See your gentle blue eyes, your courteous demeanor, your sun-warmed smile, and they'll know there's nothing to be afraid of. Masks, when you want Something to wear when you want to fit in better with them."

This ordinary and kind mother changed the world with one sentence.

Kent, the god of the world and the little reporter, was sent to the whole world as a gift to all mankind.

"...don't make people afraid of you, Clark."

Clark's deviation value fluctuated violently throughout the night, but only the dog system in sentry mode knew it.

In the end, the deviation value of God on Earth stayed between 89% and 92%.

This fluctuating deviation value is quite familiar to Sasha: I saw it once at the Snake Team.

Later, he gave the Snake team a strong dose of medicine, and the deviation value of the Snake team dropped by 15% - indicating that this is a very unstable mental state. Any stimulus may cause a large increase in the deviation value. lift.

Sasha was so excited that he rubbed his hands together: [Yes, yes!Make more efforts, straight down 50%——! 】

The system is calmer than him: [The dog host thinks too much. 】

Sasha: [The agreed 100 reward points! 】

It is agreed that the reduction will reach 10% and rewards will be issued!

He also thought about washing his hands and burning incense, using the hard-earned 100 points from his father to draw an ssr!

System: [He just fluctuates around 90%.According to the main system, reward points must be stabilized at 90% or below. 】

Sasha: [Hmph! 】

Hum to hum, but he was really happy.

He worked so hard to get 10% of the deviation from his father, and he might be happier than he completely whitewashed a snake team.

Clark: "Uh... Sasha, Sasha? Don't make trouble... eat well."

...he knew that golden retriever puppies were clingy.So much so that he still can't tell whether this is the nature of the little mentally retarded, whether he misunderstood Sasha or something...

But sticking like this is really the first time I've seen it.

Clark baked two pieces of toast for his pup, but the little golden retriever refused to eat it, and ate his mouth with his head up.

Just eat your mouth, Sasha Gang