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

After bathing the little golden retriever, the relationship between them seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

Sasha still can only eat vegetable mush.

But there is no broccoli in the paste, sometimes lettuce, sometimes cherry tomatoes.

Superman didn't release his mind control, but Sasha could manipulate limbs and speak.

When he was taken somewhere by Karl, he walked slowly and limply behind the man, and the rotten red cloak on his body was also shaking.

Karl lost the dark treatment cabin and replaced it with a soft bed.

Sasha lay there in a daze most of the time every day, and there was a therapeutic device above the bed, shooting his body from head to toe 24 hours a day.

There was still only silence between them.

But the god on earth and the little prince did have a time together that was neither too long nor too short.

Even if there is no need to speak, when their eyes and movements meet, there is still a certain tacit understanding.

Sasha rested on his cot, and Carl walked around the Fortress of Solitude, taking care of things outside the Fortress.

The peacekeeping force kept sending reports: "Riot in camp P-25. Instructions, Führer."

"A riot broke out in the G-01 area. Please instruct, Führer."

"We caught a kid spitting at your sign at school. Instructions please, Führer."

"Julius Raphael, a teacher at the Third District Government School, has secretly altered the meaning of your hymn, changing the fifth line 'Eden' to 'City of Sin'. Instructions, Führer."

"Find rebel leader Batman, break through Washington's first line of defense. Instructions, Führer."

Karl's Fortress of Solitude, as early as when the regime swept up the war, he had already installed sound-absorbing devices——

It's ridiculous to say that this device was picked up from the rebel base.

So when he was in the Fortress of Solitude, there was complete silence around his ears.

His super hearing protects the entire planet, but it is inevitable that he will also hear the slight sound of cursing.

—the curses from under the window, from under the bed, from the basement.

The Fortress of Solitude is the last piece of pure land.

But he was still lost.

Carl was a little sullen: "Did I say that when I was in the North Pole, the affairs were handed over to other members of the alliance?"

The peacekeeping force groaned: "...I'm sorry, Head of State. Other officials said that they can't make major decisions on their own, and we can only come here to ask you to issue direct orders..."

Carl's eyes, through the thick walls of the fortress, looked at the cold Arctic Ocean.

Carl: "Kill."

Peacekeeper: "...please allow me to take some more of your time and execute... who are they? All of them?"

Carl: "Yes."

"If there are similar criminals tomorrow, will we kill them too?"

"Yes."

"The day after tomorrow we..."

"Continue the day after tomorrow."

The noisy communicator finally stopped ringing.

The chiefs of the peacekeeping force bid farewell to the Supreme Head of State one by one, and then went off the assembly line in silence.

When Carl turned around, he met Sasha's lake green eyes.

As if he had glimpsed the most unbearable side, he suddenly became furious.

Slapped the communicator to pieces.

Sasha was obviously frightened and immediately sat up on the cot.

But he had no choice but to sit on the corner of the bed and watch him.

His red cloak was still tattered, crippled and curled up;

Only the intact right foot, half of the beautiful instep was exposed under the cloak.

Carl: "—that's what you and the bat want to see?"

Sasha was silent.

Carl: "Incite the people to challenge my regime, and then let me do it to them? By forcing the government to violently suppress the people and reduce the government's reputation?"

The scarred little prince closed his eyes, as if he was making the last decision.

Sasha said in a low voice: "...Have you ever thought that neither you nor Martha ever wished—"

His voice did not fall.

Just being pushed down on the bed by a steel-like palm, locking her throat!

Carl suppressed his throat furiously: "—how dare you?!"

His blue eyes were completely different from the one Sasha was familiar with.

Since Sasha left the Hall of Justice, Karl seems to be getting more and more irritable.

The hot gaze contained in the pupils erupted at any time made his clear blue eyes faintly stained with scarlet, and even the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, which seemed to flow down the eye sockets.

Sasha coughed and called him in a low voice: "Clark..."

Carl woke up in an instant.

He immediately relaxed his strength and looked at the red marks on Sasha's neck.

Sasha's cough became more and more serious, he panicked, wrapped the limp mass into his arms, and patted him on the back.

Since then, Sasha has never said a word of persuasion.

He was just as before, obediently nestled against the man's chest, like a petite and beautiful canary.

The half of the body outside the red cloak was white and beautiful, and in Karl's arms, it was as soft as a feather.

During this short period of time, Carl never left the Fortress of Solitude.

The supreme head of state is here to hide from the world, but his body and mind are burning with anxiety.

Only the well-behaved and sensible little prince accompanied him as always, touching his fingertips with soft rose-like lips, and delighting his eyes with green eyes like fields.

Even if they all know that he is a traitor.

He felt like he was slowly going mad.

Sasha seemed even more insane than he was.

He was obviously a captive, but he couldn't change his nature slowly, and began to be pampered again.

I absolutely don’t eat broccoli, and I don’t like to eat the single-flavored vegetables gradually.

But he would never tell the man directly what he wanted to eat. He picked up the meaty meat with a spoon, looked at it for a long time like holding a rare treasure, and then ate it.

After eating, let's smash it, purse your mouth and close your eyes, showing an expression of endless aftertaste.

Carl: "..."

He knew that the little mentally handicapped—no, this little traitor, was full of food and greedy for meat.

But this is the North Pole, if he wants to stay here all the time to prevent Sasha from escaping, at most he can catch two cods for him.

...As the Supreme Head of State, is it possible that he still has to fish and feed a traitor? ? ?

"Hahahahaha."

Sasha was eating quietly again.

He picked out a bit of minced meat, pitifully occupied a small corner of the spoon, touched it with the tip of his pink tongue, tasted the meat, then looked at it gently for a while like staring at a lover, smashed Smash it into your mouth.

After eating the last bite, it was gone, and the pretty little face collapsed, miserable.

…Carl went out and brought in a net of cod.

He dragged the fish ahead, and the little greedy cat hurriedly followed behind his cloak, limping.

The little face looked rounder and seemed happier.

"Clark," he said in a low voice, "you, you are still willing to treat me well..."

Carl sullenly said: "..."

Just know!Heartless guy.

A bowl of hot cod porridge seemed to melt something again.

Sasha drank most of the bowl by himself before thinking of Karl who was sitting by the bed watching him.He was already full, so he turned the bowl aside and handed it over.

It didn't feel right until it was delivered.

When he was in the Hall of Justice, he was mentally retarded and had a shallow belly. Clark cooked too many dishes for him, so he only chose what he liked.

When you are full, you have to follow the principle of not wasting food and give leftovers to the god of the world.

What else could Clark do? After finishing his share, he silently ate the leftovers from the mentally retarded.

But at times like this, the little golden retriever with its soft butt would sit on his lap and hook his neck to feed him.

Sasha remembered his current situation and knew that he could no longer feed the man leftovers, so he silently took back the bowl that was handed out, jingling with a small spoon, trying to scrape the bottom of the bowl.

Carl: "..."

Carl: "Give it to me."

He took away the porridge from the little traitor very coldly, took a spoon and drank it all, and then threw it back into Sasha's hand.

Looking back at the little prince sitting on the bed, he was also staring blankly at himself.After watching, he seemed to come back to his senses, and buried his face in the quilt.

Karl looked at the top of his hair, the little prince's blond hair had begun to return to its bright and shiny appearance, but it seemed that there were still four words printed on it, which were "unconscionable" when viewed horizontally or vertically.

The man wanted to grab him again and ask why.

But when the words came to his lips, they turned into a blunt sentence: "You have to pay for everything you eat here."

Sasha: "I have no money..."

Put down the bowl, put both hands in the broken pocket, and slowly take it out.

I don't know where I learned the bad habit. I still picked up the rags in the Fortress of Solitude. A few screws dropped by the little robot in my pocket, and half a spoon, all rolled down on the snow-white bed sheet.

Karl looked at him pitifully, and for some reason, felt pain and pleasure in his heart.

He also confiscated his screws and spoon.

Carl said coldly, "Then what do you want to do."

Sasha: "...I'll... watch Eden Kent for you."

He swallowed this sentence no less than three times in his throat before he said it with great difficulty.

The man was stunned for a moment, his face that had just cleared up turned gloomy in an instant.

Sasha put out almost three times more energy than when he just traveled, observing him and dealing with him.But today's God of Slaughter is too irritable, and he gets angry at everything. He has never been like this, unable to see through the other party's heart.

Seeing that Karl was about to get angry again, Sasha hurriedly said, "I don't deserve to say his name."

... Karl was even angrier.

It was almost as if he was going to jump over and strangle him immediately.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the expected plan, Sasha kept silent and looked down at the empty bowl he was holding, as if letting go.

Carl was so angry that he was half dead. He flew [-] laps at super high speed over the Fortress of Solitude before returning.

When he came back, the little traitor, who didn't know what he had done wrong, was holding an empty bowl, and followed him limpingly without making a sound.

...Carl was really taken into his heart, liver, spleen and lungs by him. He walked around twice with a sullen face, dropped the bowl in his hand, and threw him into the treatment cabin while holding him.

Sasha thought he was going to lock himself up again, and hurriedly called out, "Clark, don't—"

The door of the treatment cabin closed with a click, and the tall God of Slaughter also squeezed in, grabbing the little prince's jaw.

As soon as the blood-stained cloak entered, the murderous aura in this small space became heavier.

In the darkness, the man's voice was almost trembling when he asked him.

But this is the quietest and darkest place in Fortress of Solitude. Only here, no one can see God's hurt expression.

Carl's voice was extremely ruthless: "——bats, what did they give you? Isn't what I gave you enough?"

Sasha was driven by this moody crazy god, and he forbeared and retreated all the way through the journey, and finally couldn't help but get angry:

"...Because you shouldn't be what you are now, Clark! You were the light of this planet. You have saved so many people and done so many good deeds before. You deserve the best! Instead of ending the battle and returning Even if you are home, you will be scolded by others by name, and you will hide in the North Pole with a cripple, and you will not do anything except kill people!"

This was the first real quarrel since they met, so that Sasha suddenly became fierce, which surprised the God of Slaughter.

It took him a while to sneer and reply:

"Finally willing to tear off the disguise? I wonder how many more days you can pretend - who gave you this kind of rhetoric? Was it the bat that brainwashed you?"

Sasha: "If I could be brainwashed, I would join the Rebel Army earlier than now! If it weren't for being blind and liking you, who would spend time with you and wait for you to figure it out! "

Carl hissed: "—how dare you say that? It was your ruse from the beginning, from the time you blocked the shot! You are nothing but a liar—you have nothing of your own, and you cheated Everything that belongs to this body!"

He was in a hurry, but he regretted it only after he finished speaking.

But he found that Sasha's tense body suddenly softened.

Humans can't see in the dark, but Kryptonians can look directly at the expression on his face.The anger on the little prince's face was still there, but his green eyes were wide open in the darkness, and he didn't know where he was looking.

Just for a quick moment.

His expression calmed down again.

The two of them were already squeezed together in the small treatment cabin, when the little prince's slender arms wrapped around him, Karl was stunned, the soft lips that he was and is still obsessed with had already been printed.

Sasha whispered: "Think carefully, are they all fake, Clark?"

He tentatively kissed along the man's beautiful lips.

Until he clings to the body of the opponent's chest, and feels the heartbeat of the opponent gradually accelerating.

The treatment cabin shook violently.

There was blood between them—mostly from Sasha's battered lips, and the tip of his tongue.

The strength of Kryptonian's kiss back is also desperate, which makes him unable to control the strength well.

——In addition to the smell of blood, there is also the sweet smell of poison ivy spores hidden in Sasha's lip.