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

As soon as Clark came in, the first thing.

Lift the little bum off the ground first and keep him away from that messy kennel.

Sasha looked up at him in surprise as he was being carried by one arm.

He faltered and said:

"I... I have learned... Clark, I have learned a lot by myself..."

He speaks Kryptonian.

Clark: "Yeah."

The man put aside the Kryptonian notes in his hand, then carried him into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

Sasha cooperated more this time.

It would be better to say that they cooperated too much.

The man squatted on the ground and scrubbed his inner thighs.

The full muscles of the god on earth are wrapped in tights, even if he squats down, he is still super big, and the strong lines on the shoulders and back are rising and falling with his gentle breathing.

The little blond prince was generous and generous, putting a bare foot on his leg muscles, and pressing his head with both hands naturally, as if he was stroking a dog's head.

God of the world: "..."

...Is it his illusion?

He always felt that the other party did it on purpose?

While wringing out the wet towel, he glanced up calmly.

The wet little prince was also looking down at him, his blond hair was dripping with water, and his expression was super innocent.

Seeing the man looking at him, she pursed her rose-like soft lips.

There were actually two dimples on his face.

Sasha spoke unproficient Kryptonian, begging him stammeringly:

"I've learned... so I can talk to you and you can see me often..."

Clark didn't say yes, nor did he say bad.

I found a dry towel and dried the golden hair.

Clark: "Little Krypton, come here. I will teach you how to use the shower."

He knew that when he left last time, he really didn't teach Sasha anything.

... just teach him how to make noodles.

The newborn artificial man really didn't understand anything, and as a result, he didn't go home for a week, and the mentally handicapped himself became a dirty tramp.

...But the little mentally handicapped is self-taught, and even learned to use the toilet.

Clark knew in his heart that he was the one who made Sasha, and he was the one who threw people in the apartment and ignored them for a week.

Seeing this golden retriever puppy whimpering and wanting to talk to him, while happily walking around him, he finally softened his heart.

Clark eased his voice and educated him: "Little Krypton. From now on, you should sleep on the bed, not the floor."

He opens the bedroom in the apartment.

This is a living room remodeled after a metropolitan apartment, so there is only one bedroom with Clark's light blue single bed in it.

However, the leader of the Injustice rarely returns here unless injured or physically and mentally exhausted.

Let Sasha occupy the bed, but it's okay.

Sasha: "Good!"

The golden retriever pup was so happy that he rolled up and went up.

Clark put on a long-sleeved sweater for him, and the sleeve that was longer than his arm was flapping around. The little mentally handicapped knelt on the bed, playing with the pillow on the bed with the sleeve crackling.

In the end, he was caught by Clark and rolled up his sleeves carefully.

Sasha: "Clark, teach me to talk..."

The alliance communicator didn't ring. It is estimated that the goddess wanted him to rest for a while.

Clark sat sideways on the bed, leaned on a pillow, and continued to take Kryptonian lessons for the mentally handicapped.

The handsome god on earth is holding a note and reading it slowly.

Next to him was a beautiful and slender little prince, obediently holding his legs next to him, parroting his tongue.

If you ignore the background of Injustice, this scene looks quite beautiful.

Sasha knew that his initial judgment on the unjust Superman was not wrong.

Even though Superman has embarked on the most extreme path, he is still a god on earth who mourns for the weak.

— Compassion.

This is how he became a superhero.

Sasha has no baggage.

In order to survive, he is willing to sell his ass, pretending to be a dodder flower will not only prevent him from being killed, but also someone will feed him, why not?

But he hasn't practiced much with the mirror, so he doesn't know if his current face, playing stupid and weak, will make him more vulnerable.

The small apartment has always had an automatic constant temperature system. It is estimated that Kryptonians are born with a high body temperature, and the temperature has always been quite low.It was also the reason why he had to wrap two quilts in order to barely sleep.

He looked at the man with an indifferent expression again, and said to himself, Clark Kent is my father!It's okay for me to act like a baby with my dad.

Then he tucked his bare feet between Clark's back and the pillow.

Clark looked at him.

He also watches Clark.

Sasha was pitiful: "The feet are cold..."

The young man's soft red mouth was gurgling, and a pair of green eyes as hazy as a deep lake looked at him eagerly with a little water in between.

Because the man didn't respond, his eyes became timid again, and the dimples on his cheeks disappeared. After a while of silence, he slowly pulled his feet out.

Clark grabbed his ankle.

The newborn artificial man has not even grown hard bones, and his soft and white toes are curled up in his broad, hot palm.

... He didn't even dare to push hard, he always felt that if he pinched it lightly, it would turn into mud.

He held it in the palm of his hand and estimated that although he had just taken a hot bath, it was indeed cold to the touch.

Clark: "The thermostat is here."

His broad palm gently held Sasha's icy feet, opened the drawer of the bedside table with one hand, took out the remote control, and taught the little mentally handicapped how to use it.

Sasha immediately flattered: "Clark is a good guy."

Clark smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

His smile was like someone throwing a big basin of sunshine on the ice.

The entire cold shell of ice melted.

Sasha bragged, really shameless: "Clark looks so pretty when he smiles."

This really amused the gods of the world.

Clark: "You're pretty too."

He shook his head helplessly, warmed the little prince's feet with his big hands, and then slowly stuffed them back into the quilt.

Sasha abides by the principle of never leaving the man's surveillance range and never staying half a meter away from the man. The praise words that can be used in Kryptonian are thrown at the man in different ways.

The small appearance is obedient and flattering, no matter when the man's gaze is swept over, he always greets him with a smiling face with dimples.

When Clark went to the kitchen to cut a piece of meat, he also turned around and looked up.

It made the most powerful man in the world feel a little helpless.

But you can't compare yourself to a little mentally handicapped.

So, as if he was still raising Krypton, he took a piece of bacon with clean hands.

Hanging above Sasha's nose, dangling.

The artificial man circling around him stopped immediately.

Holding his red cloak with both hands, he tiptoed up.

He was not tall enough, and the man put on a pair of fur slippers, stepped on Clark's red boots rather pamperingly, and continued to tiptoe up.

Still not enough.

Sasha's dimples are gone: "..."

Clark taught him: "Go wait at the table and let me finish the meal."

Sasha: "Good!"

Clark then let him bite the piece of meat away.

With the keen super hearing of the god on earth, he heard the soft breathing and chewing of the little prince.

And the sound of a heartbeat—from this artificial man he had created with his own hands.

flutter.flutter.flutter.

He thought for a while, and took back the super hearing that extended to all parts of the world for a very short time.

However, he opened the communication screen on the window, ready to receive battle news at any time.

In this way, when he was in this small apartment, he seemed to be able to sneak a little bit of time and become an ordinary family man.

Just focus on making a delicious sandwich for one of your little ones.

Of course Sasha didn't know that he was no longer under surveillance.

He was still talking nonstop, saying that Clark was pretty, that Clark was delicious, that Clark's cape was so red, and that Clark's curly hair was so curly.

The man sitting across the dining table had a calm expression, and he only quietly cut the sandwiches on the plate.

Cut it into pieces and stuff it in the mouth of the little mentally handicapped.

The little prince opened his mouth to blow a rainbow fart, so he blocked it with his hands.

Open your mouth again and block it again.

Superman has super speed, who can stand it, Sasha almost choked to death.

But he hasn't forgotten to say the golden sentence: [Did you see it, did you see it?So what about the strongest man on earth, the soft-hearted policy is used correctly, he still wants to serve me.In this world, if a man wants the right to speak, there are only two ways to go: either sell his ass, or take the gun. 】

System: [So you choose to sell ass. 】

Sasha: [So I choose curves to save the country.First flatter and soften the enemy's defenses, and then take his gun barrel by surprise.When he didn't react, I pointed a gun at him, and he had to clean me up if he didn't. 】

System: [Oh. 】

Oh, it's over, and it's so pretentious, it coquettishly imitated the host's words: [Foot and feet~~~]

Sasha was immediately ashamed and angry: 【...you shut up! ! 】