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

It was another bloody battle to suppress the prison robbers.

But it is much simpler than imagined.

Because the God of Slaughter did not participate from the beginning to the end.

Beams of light and gunfire flew across the prison, and only he knelt by the wall in a strange posture with a dazed expression.

Both hands are raised, as if holding his precious things.

But his hands were empty.

Tony was the first to rush forward, slamming him to the ground with a kryptonite cannon.

"What about people?" Iron Man said.

The carnage god slowly raised his blue eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he couldn't say anything.

"—I ask you, where are people?!"

The kryptonite cannon mounted on the right hand upgrades the armor with a few clicks and opens the cannon door.

This is specially developed by Tony, anti-Superman heavy-fire kryptonite cannon, excessive kryptonite radiation will make Superman lose all defense capabilities;

And the gunpowder filled in the shell was enough to make a big hole in his steel body.

He didn't ask any more questions, and the muzzle was aimed directly at the Kryptonian's face.

A kryptonite cannon full of anger blasted right at Karl's head!

Steve came and pushed his cannon out of the way.

The high-damage artillery fire deflected, scratching the ravens who muttered driving spells in the air.

With a cry of pain, she was forced to interrupt the output of magic power and fell into the encirclement of the rebel army.

"Tony," Steve said.

If it wasn't for the chaotic war situation, Tony really wanted to fight another fucking civil war with this old popsicle.

But the energy of Sinestro's yellow light had already swept over here, and the tall MK50 had no choice but to jump into the soldiers and open a thick steel giant shield for them.

Carl was put on kryptonite handcuffs and shackles by Steve, and was firmly locked to the wall.

Superman didn't fight back.

He no longer has a symbiote suit on him, and the kryptonite energy is causing him great pain every minute and every second.

But the man still had the same expression, with his blue eyes wide open, to touch the piece of air where the little prince was just now.

He still knelt on the ground, touched the air, touched the ground and the wall.

Feeling around on the ground like a blind man in chains.

But there was nothing on the palm of the hand except dust.

The tall stature was bent and shriveled in an instant.

Like a broken tree.

When Sasha sliced ​​open his heart with a knife and clutched his ribs with bloody hands.

Even the countless Yellow Lantern Corps who killed countless people fell silent at that moment.

Carl's super speed has not yet returned, but even if he has super speed, at this moment, he is just a stone statue that cannot move.

Half a second later, he rushed forward like a madman, and he didn't know where to block the palm of his hand, so as to block the broken heart and stop it from gushing out like a fountain, a river of blood.

Sasha's hand was still stuck in his own flesh, gripping the rib tightly.

He looked terribly hurt, his face and lips were blue and white;

But his green pupils are warm and calm like a lake in spring, as if what he sees is not a scarlet and cold prison, but an illusion that makes him happy.

"Oh, Clark."

He said softly, with the same spoiled and sweet expression when he was rolling and acting like a baby before, "It hurts so much."

After saying this sentence, he really didn't have the strength to break the rib.

He just held the gap with his hands, as if he wanted the man to take it himself, and he seemed to want to show his heart to him.

...and see if what grows out of the Happy Prince's chest is not a heart of lead.

The host's vital signs are rapidly returning to zero, and the system is about to be destroyed.

It worked hard and completed its final mission——

Save the host's survival records, physical signs records, backpack props, and character cards, and upload them to the main system together as a data reference for the main system to select hosts in the future.

Just when saving the character card, a small accident happened:

Time was running out, and when the system opened the backpack, it accidentally left all the character cards out.

The system watches them.

It was at the last second, with a not so "systematic" idea:

For such things, its host paid everything.

Useless things.

Just throw it away.

The system is officially shut down.

Sasha's body began to glow slowly.

He closed his eyes in the man's arms like those summoned creatures whose backpacks were taken back, and then shattered into starlight.

The little prince is the star that passes through this world.

He was originally floating freely in the Milky Way, but suddenly fell into the arms of the god on earth, so he ran towards him happily wrapped in warm starlight.

When he died, his body turned into thousands of stars and returned to the Milky Way in the sky.

Karl trembled slightly, and after a long while, he called out his name softly:

"—Sasha?"

His hands with terrifying strength can hold a handful of coal into diamonds, but they can't even hold a handful of passing stars.

Those shining stars seemed unwilling to stay by his side for even a few seconds.

After it shattered, it disappeared into the air with an extremely decisive attitude.

……

In the prison battle, Batman was seriously injured, Steve was injured, and Iron Man was almost crushed into a pulp in the armor;

Nearly a thousand soldiers were lost, and finally all the Yellow Lantern Corps were exiled to the Phantom Zone, where they could not be released forever.

Wonder Woman, Raven and Cyborg were respectively imprisoned in prisons tailored for them;

Taking Superman into custody has become the easiest thing.

He was already in the Red Sun Prison, and he was chained to the wall by kryptonite handcuffs and shackles.

Iron Man repaired all the red sun lights and threw him back on his single bed in the prison.

No one had unlocked those kryptonite chains for him.

The Kryptonians didn't cry out for help either.

He lay there without a sound, and while Batman healed, the Avengers took turns monitoring the monitors and saw that he hadn't moved the whole time.

Within three days, everyone knew the sad news of Sasha's death.

The props and summons left by Sasha turned into data at the moment of his death.

Only prop buffs that have been used remain.

When Ye Yi was running around, he used several healing needles he gave him, but the healing effect did not rebound.

He thought to himself, no wonder the little prince said, use it up as soon as you can.

Luther was already a skeptic, so he didn't believe it.

He said that he didn't find this guy's body, so he reasonably suspected that Xiao Zuojing had peed again, or that some kind of invisibility mask had been opened, and he gave a few examples of space surfaces to prove it.

Recently, he has been obsessed with a research topic——

How to find the hidden person along the communication channel.

Pepper couldn't believe it either.

She was waiting in Xiao Krypton's ward, drying the quilt for him, watering the flowers, and wiping the dust off the bedside table.

After waiting like this for a month, without waiting for the person to come back, Luthor still couldn't get a clue about his research on the hidden world.

She took a lot of snacks, accompanied by Tony, entered the Red Sun Prison, and put them away at the spot where Krypton turned into a star.

There was also a handwritten letter.

She taught him in the letter that if he couldn't remember the past when he came back, he should contact them through the communicator according to the way written in the letter, and walk out of this winding base.

Although Batman was seriously injured, he got up within a few days after lying down.

The medical soldier who sutured him said he was very lucky.

It was really close, his heart valve had to be pierced through.

The Dark Knight didn't care then.

But in the following time, more and more people began to say that he was very lucky.

The bullet will turn when it hits him, and every bottle cap will hit 5000 million.

The soldiers under him started to gamble with some small things, and with Batman's disapproving eyes, they tremblingly asked him for help, and touched their dice and chips.

...then the dice chips were confiscated.

By the way, the group of people who opened the market were also thrown into confinement.

The Dark Knight lost his parents in Crime Alley, died there, and was born again there.

He climbed up from the mud of Gotham, heard a lot of bad words or praise, but no one said he was lucky.

This feeling is like a beast that has been fighting against darkness and fear all its life, suddenly a "pop" sounded above its head, and a colorful flower bloomed.

Batman pressed the wound and walked into the Red Sun Prison.

The Kryptonian was still on the bed, but he was sitting up, his blue eyes staring blankly into the corner.

There was a box of snacks there, and there was a letter from Pepper on it, addressed to "Krypton".

Next to it, there are two packs of thick envelopes with the words "Review for Sasha - Peter".

Batman was once the best partner with Superman, and he knows his best friend so well that even at the most aggressive time of Superman, he still chooses to believe that Clark Kent will return.

This Red Sun Prison is not so much a prison as it is the only place where Superman, who can't stop after the Metropolis incident, can stop and think.

He let Superman look at the people who suffered because of him, detail every family tragedy, and let him understand that people's hatred comes from grief;

He let Superman see Sasha who wanted to protect him, and let him understand that no matter how many bouquets of flowers have been thrown on his cloak in the past and present, only those who dare to stand in front of the Man of Steel truly love him to the core go.

The premise of doing all this is that Batman believes that the Supreme Head of State is not a real heinous sinner.

——He believed that deep down in his heart, the Kansas boy whose heart was so soft that even the enemy wanted to save him was still alive and well.

That day he crushed the USB flash drive in front of Carl.

Afterwards, when Carl mentioned Sasha, he rarely said things like "I'm going to kill him".

He would only mention one sentence seemingly unintentionally after the seemingly endless debate:

"What is Sasha doing today?"

At that time, due to severe depression, Sasha hadn't been out of the room for a long time, and would not respond to others' words.

Batman looked at the indifferent Killing God in front of him, and he was a little wary in his answer:

"Nothing. Eat and sleep."

Carl: "Oh."

His expression was indifferent, but the appearance of the little prince with puffy cheeks and chewing immediately appeared in his mind.

They'd been together so long that Carl knew that Sasha was a complete puppy.

In the beginning, he will eat whatever you feed him, he looks good and easy to raise, the way Baba looks at you will always make people soft-hearted;

But once you are really soft-hearted, it will be terrible - the little golden retriever will step on your face and climb to the top of your head in a mighty way.

Sasha brought him more than he expected.

He originally only wanted a puppet who could be by his side, but Little Eve gave him all the tenderness a human being can get.

He is the one who wrote the word "love" crookedly in the dictionary of the gods on earth.

The handwriting of the little mentally handicapped is round and ugly.

—But because he wrote it.

So the best love must be like this.

Carl thought this was a little bit sweet, and became more peaceful day by day, and the argument with Batman gradually ceased to be confrontational.

Every time after letting the bat get out, he turned around and sat down on the bed in the Red Sun Prison, always thinking about his little prince.

He thought to himself that when Sasha was with him, he was so used to him that he couldn't bear any hardships, and he didn't know how he managed to live in such a ghost place as the rebel base.

After a while, he thought again, what should Sasha do if he is sick here.

When he was there, Sasha was not feeling well, so he would make sweet bean soup for people to eat.

...Can the Rebels do this?

The sick little prince would be more picky. He hugged someone and fed it to his mouth. As a result, Sasha took a bite, choked, and popped it back into the bowl.

Clark: "Why...how did you vomit?"

Sasha was confident: "Feed me without even blowing! Burn your mouth."

Poor Clark tasted it himself and murmured, "It's not hot."

But the little prince's mouth is of course much more tender than his, and when he said it was hot, it must be hot, so the god on earth breathed out his frozen breath from his lips, and blew on the bean soup for him.

Blowing and blowing, the slightly swollen little tongue came over from the side, red and soft, seductively and seductively in front of his lips.

Of course the little tongue was caught immediately.

He let Sasha eat his cold lips and tongue like ice cubes, and he let go when he had eaten enough.

Clark asked him with a smile, "Is your mouth still hot?"

Sasha smacked his mouth: "It's still hot."

When it is hot, it will eat people's mouth angrily, and if it hurts, it will roll at the feet and scream.

...It's just such a small and delicate bag.

Two years later, Sasha opened his chest without hesitation right in front of him.

Karl was frozen in prison, not knowing life or death.

He only heard Sasha say, Clark, it hurts so much.

His heart was pierced for a moment, and he quickly hugged the person up and blew with his frozen breath.

After blowing for a while, Sasha said he was cold again.

So Clark wrapped him in his arms, trying to give him all the warmth with the body temperature of the Kryptonian sun.

As it warmed up, the little prince seemed to be sleepy, with the top of his soft hair rubbing against his chin, and fell asleep peacefully like this.

Clark held him and rocked him like a kitten.

A strange crackling sound came from the little prince's body.

It seems that something has quietly broken.

The heartbeat that the gods on earth had been listening to, also stopped abruptly at this moment.

It turned out to be the beautiful lead heart of the Happy Prince, which finally split in two.

Carl had stubbornly told himself that from the beginning, it was Sasha who was wrong.

The fault was that Sasha took Eve's body.

What was wrong with him was that he corrupted the mind and path of the Supreme Leader with his sweet kisses, and then abandoned himself like garbage.

But he couldn't fool himself at all.

Starting from killing the counterfeit sent by Hydra, in fact, he should have discovered that everything has deviated from the original intention.

It was Sasha who called him Clark while chattering.It was Sasha who said that her feet were cold.

It was Sasha who blocked the kryptonite bullet for him.Lie in his arms and say that the one who likes Clark the most is Sasha.

He suppressed jealousy for Sasha's white pot of happiness, and fled in a daze to avoid the love that was born quietly at an unknown time, and was dragged back by the fate of the unknown magic, and finally had to force himself to face it honestly.

That night when the stars fell, Sasha sat on him with a blushing face——Lao, his little prince was shining like stars falling into his arms.

They kissed each other strangely and passionately.

The person who Jiujiu kissed him was undoubtedly Sasha.

This story, from the very beginning, has no one else.

Nothing to do with Eve, nothing to do with Krypton.

Only Clark and Sasha.

He was so in love with this soul that happened to be by his side.This kind of chance is even more fascinating than his creation of an Eve according to the rules.

Because Sasha is the only one in the whole world and can never be replaced.

From the very beginning, this encounter was like a love full of uncertainty.

Over the past five years, he has personally or indirectly killed many people.

Those whispered curses from the corners of the eaves and beds that the Supreme Leader is a brutal and bloodthirsty psychopath.

However, many people have forgotten that Superman was once a person who would fly into the sky even if he stepped on a cat's paw.

The Son of the Sun was originally born in the light.Every time he slaughtered a prisoner, every time he hurt an old friend, a very secret corner of his heart kept saying over and over again——

You are unbearable.

However, if some people are killed, many more people can live safely.

He is willing to bear all the guilt for mankind.

And this soul that fell into his arms, just when he thought he was extremely unbearable, still fell in love with him without hesitation.

The moment their lips touched under the starry sky, he remembered what he had written in his diary when he was very young.

His childhood was extremely lonely, he was an alien, and he couldn't integrate into his peers since he was a child.

Being bullied by children of the same age, even if you break the iron railing behind you, you can't do anything to them.

Because his world was small then, with only the town of Smallville and his own parents.

He knew that he couldn't lose them no matter what, and he couldn't lose his last home no matter what.

When Clark was a teenager, he rushed into the vast universe alone as soon as he discovered superpowers.

As a result, I almost couldn't return to Earth.

He was finally rescued by the patrolling Green Lantern Corps.

Martha and Jonathan hugged their nearly lost son, asking him over and over again why he did this.

Little Clark clenched his fists and opened his stubborn blue eyes, and finally gave his reason.

He said he was going to find the planet that abandoned him.

He said he would ask them face to face why they abandoned him and what he did wrong.

Later, Clark solved the mystery of the spaceship hidden in the farm and learned that Krypton had been turned into powder millions of light years away.

It turned out that he was not abandoned.

But from the very beginning, he had no place to go back to.

He hides from Martha and Jonathan, and writes mumblings in his diary that will never be known.

I wish I never had these abilities.

I wish I could have company.

There are so many stars in the sky, I hope they can share one of them with me, and let it turn into a man and run towards me from the field.

It turned out to be the case.

I was still too young at that time, and I didn't know that it was useless for Kryptonians to pray to God, and they had to pray to Rao.

Thinking of this, he interlocked fingers with Sasha and deepened the kiss emotionally.The little prince was caught off guard by the kiss and almost slipped from his chest.

The night Sasha went shopping to furnish his apartment, he fell asleep with Sasha in his arms.

When he opened his eyes in a startling dream, he almost thought that he took Sasha with him and traveled to the past by time machine.

No Metropolis nukes.There is no pain of killing my mother with my own hands.

Only the tinkling of wind chimes and the smell of old Kansas homes.

And his little lover was lying on his heart, sound asleep.

The scene was too good to be true.

He looked at Sasha quietly, from dark to dawn.

The little prince from the unknown planet, the pure star, my nameless rose.

Rao has given you to me.

So from now on, I will use the most beautiful words to describe you, dedicate to you the most ardent love, and give you all the best.

Will you stay by my side till the end of life do us part?

He always wants to ask Sasha for an answer, but every time Sasha ambiguously uses the way of giving benefits.

When he thought about asking again, the restless paw of the little golden retriever was about to get into his pants.

yes.He calmed down again, because he was too anxious.

Between them, there is still a long-standing problem that has not been resolved.

The period of their first acquaintance was not pleasant.At that time, he was full of indifference and doubts about everything around him, and he had doubted Sasha's loyalty several times.

This soul that accidentally descended on the artificial man may have been keenly aware of his doubts, so he has never dared to fully reveal himself to him.

This incident made him always feel very guilty, but he still couldn't figure out what Sasha was thinking, so he didn't dare to expose this membrane rashly.

Before he knew it, he had become quite attached to their relationship.

There was a bloody storm outside the small apartment, and a large amount of blood was splashed on his cloak; only this small world was the small home he and Sasha built together.

It's clean, gentle, and sweet here.

In the room, there was only the scent of their shared shower gel.

There is another person he loves very much.

Worrying about gains and losses for Sasha almost made it impossible for him to move forward.

Clark wanted to get close to this soul so much, but he also cared whether Sasha would let him get close.

If he didn't handle it carefully, what if Sasha turned his back on him?

What if Sasha quarrels with him?

What if Sasha pulls away and leaves?

After all, Sasha was the one who never left traces of living in the small apartment.

Does he really care about himself that much?

The liking he said was the kind of liking he had for him?

Yes, Sasha kissed him. For him, it means to formally confirm the relationship between lovers, and in the future, it is very likely that they can be taken back to their hometown for engagement, marriage, silver wedding, golden wedding and diamond wedding anniversary.

What about Sasha?

The naughty little prince, did he just kiss himself on impulse?

The supreme head of state who killed fiercely was like a boy scout who ignored his head and tail in this respect. For him, this question was really beyond the outline.

Clark guessed and guessed.He made up lies about the mascot of the alliance, and carefully found out Sasha's original name; in his daily life, he slowly explored Sasha's taste and habits.

He even had a little memo he kept in his bedside table, where he kept track of the little things Sasha blah blah blah.

When Sasha was dozing off in his arms, Clark was holding the small memo, flipping through it with some distress.

who are you?

He is always thinking.

You who Rao sent to me to warm me in the name of Eve, where were you born?

Where are your parents?

Will you have a warmer and happier childhood than mine?

Clark leaned against Sasha's pillow, thinking and thinking.

Every time he couldn't think for long, because he had been looking at Sasha for a long time, and he couldn't help but want to kiss the sleeping little golden retriever, which made Sasha whimper.

He stroked the little prince's cheek slowly, feeling soft again.

It doesn't matter, they still have more time, if Sasha doesn't want to show himself for the time being, then he will wait slowly.

He will love Sasha well, until one day, this nameless rose that belongs to him, absorbing sunshine and a sense of security in him, will definitely open its petals for himself without reservation.

He was full of longing.

...However, he couldn't wait for this day in the end.

When Sasha escaped from the Hall of Justice, Karl frantically looked for his traitor.

He tore apart every mech of the rebel army, issued the world's most wanted warrant, and declared that he would impose the harshest death penalty on those who sheltered him.

Everyone thought he hated Sasha.

Of course he hates it.How can you not hate?

Sasha brought down half of the Alliance's combat power, took three traitors - one of whom was the one who nearly drove the deadly kryptonite needle into the Supreme Head of State - and fled to the Rebels, and then the Bats liberated more than 90% of the Concentration camps, the army almost pushed straight into the Hall of Justice.

He has fought bats for 5 years, only this time has never been more dangerous.

If it hadn't been for the raven to break through the magic control in advance, the supreme regime would probably end on that day.

He also thought he hated.

The Supreme Head of State gave a speech in front of the camera with cold eyes:

"...he is my personal prisoner, and I will hunt it down myself—you don't want to know what will happen to me if I catch him."

What will happen?

It is nothing more than using the cruelest punishment to make Sasha unable to survive or die in front of the eyes of people all over the world.

He was going to torture him, to torture him, and finally flung his corpse limply in front of the bat like that dog.

Carl's fists were clenched under the podium.

This time, he absolutely did what he said.

He will never forgive this traitor as easily as Sasha blocked him last time.

Until Carl finishes yet another global speech.

He returned to the Hall of Justice, and walked to the small apartment by himself, as if unconsciously under his feet.

When he opened the door, he even paused habitually, ready to catch the little mentally handicapped who rushed towards him barking.

The next second, he woke up.

There is no one here anymore.

Sasha took nothing with her.

The wheat wind chimes on the door are jingling, the fairy tale book "The Happy Prince" is still on the bedside, and the light screen that I forgot to turn off is still playing Mr. Bean.

He didn't even fold the quilt, and every crease on the bed seemed to still hide the warm body temperature of a golden retriever puppy.

In the apartment, everything is there.

Except Sasha.

Yes, as long as he has genes, he can create one thousand or ten thousand artificial humans with beautiful appearance.

Only that unique soul.

If he loses it.

It's really lost.

When he realized this, the long-lost sense of fear suddenly roared and surged from all directions, enveloping the invincible God of the World.

The gods of the world once had no home.

He does not belong to this planet, and has already lost his home.

He loves this planet, and has worked hard to establish bonds with many people, but these bonds were all cut off by the clown in one day.

So his past lay in ruins, now a lonely thorny road leading to a desert-like future.

Until he saw a warm star in the vast universe.

Everyone ran to catch it, but it fell into his arms unsteadily.

Turning into the appearance of a little blond prince, he raised his head and kissed him, stretched out his thin white arms, and hugged him warmly from behind.

When he kissed Sasha, his toes, which were floating in the air and had nowhere to rely on, landed slowly and landed on the ground of this planet.

It was never the stars that were captured by him.

It was Sasha who tamed him.

The first time this came to light, the Agong all but fled.

He fled the small apartment, never daring to return.

……why?

In the last second, Sasha was still his deepest nostalgia on earth.

The whole planet was cursing the god who had fallen from the altar, only the little prince stood alone in the snow, with eyes open to him with firm arms.

Why can you betray so decisively in the next second?

……why treat me like this?

Wearing a majestic cloak, he stood in the most familiar hall of justice, but it seemed as if he had returned to that summer night when he was a boy.

The boy stubbornly leaves the earth to pursue the planet that abandoned him, but ends up getting lost in the vast universe.

Can't hold on to anything, can't go anywhere.

...Why did you abandon me?

He had never hated and loved someone so much.

Self-torture to the end, he didn't even care what the truth was.

He only needs a reason, a reason to convince himself that this soul really loved him.

... However, the last straw directly crushed Karl's reason.

In the memory and intelligence of the rebels, he discovered that when Sasha arrived in the bat's territory, he handed over everything he had without hesitation for a second.

His name, his real troubles and joys;

He looks more radiant than when he was a little canary;

...and, quite possibly, his true love.

From the memories of the rebels, it started with seeing the little golden retriever wandering freely and happily in the rebel base.

... At that moment, the crazy and dark jealousy almost killed the Supreme Head of State Ling Chi alive!

The cold voice in his heart told him.

Yes.

That's what Sasha chose.

What is he worth?

His love and waiting, his scheming, his worrying about gains and losses, his stupid, childish behavior of recording Sasha's obsession in a small notebook——

In Sasha's eyes, what is it?

It's worth nothing.

That being the case.

——In that case.

He only hoped that Sasha would never regret it.

Carl hugged Sasha, who was out of the mecha and was covered with scars, and flew all the way from outer space to the Fortress of Solitude.

While waiting for Sasha to wake up.

He opened the breeding room, ready to brain-control Sasha and let him create a substitute by himself.

No matter how Sasha trampled on his dignity and love, he would definitely use the same means to retaliate.

It was such a pleasure to plan this.But I saw the little prince wearing a brain-control device, walking with a limp under his instructions, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Carl's heart hurts like a knife, and the pain feels like he has been killed a thousand times.

The god of carnage guards his traitors in a huge fortress, but he himself lives as a trapped animal.

With an invisible chain tied around his neck, he could only pace around Sasha's treatment cabin day and night.

He thought, Is Sasha asleep?why doesn't he sleepIsn't there hypnotic gas in the cabin?Are those burns so painful that the gas won't work?

When Sasha fell asleep, he had to think again, when will Sasha wake up?Will he just stay awake like this?Will he just leave me like this?

But he soon came to his senses and scorned himself severely.

Who can recognize this trapped beast, the leader of all mankind and the ruler of the entire planet?

So low in the dust, to fawn on a traitor!

So he woke himself up repeatedly, and while turning around, he thought coldly, does Sasha know he was wrong now?

Should he know that he is on the wrong team?

When Sasha was by his side—not to mention the numerous scars on his body, even the little prince accidentally burned his finger, he was so distressed that he wanted to put it between his lips.

What now?

When Sasha was alone in the enemy camp, what about his trusted Batman?

What about Nightwing?

What about them? !

Turning to the [-]th circle around the treatment cabin, the God of Slaughter, who was full of hatred and anger, felt that Sasha should know that he was wrong by now.

On the 230th, [-]th lap, he found another great possibility:

Maybe Sasha himself didn't understand the fatality of escaping the Hall of Justice at that sensitive time.

Because the people who later liberated the concentration camp and stormed the Hall of Justice were all instigated by bats, and Sasha was only instigated and bewitched——

Didn't he play well with Xiao Shan?

Is it because Batman lured Sasha through Flash, but Sasha was taken captive to the rebel base in a daze, and he found out that Carl had issued the most wanted warrant in the world. He was very scared, so he didn't dare to come back?

When Carl thought this way, he had already forgotten about the purple mecha that was trying to kill him.

When he hurriedly carried Sasha out of the treatment cabin, his expression even jumped up.

Looking at that numb little face, for a moment, he even felt——

Even if Sasha lied to him.

As long as Sasha is willing to lie to him.

As long as Sasha said that betrayal was never his intention, or that he never understood what the highest government was doing, and he didn't dare to come back, just because Batman lied to him that he would be killed by Superman when he came back—

Carl would take him to the nursery in no time, show him the so-called "Eden Kent" who had been torched by the heat sight, and tell him it was just a lesson, a false punishment.

If Sasha started to cry, he would immediately hug his poor, suffering little prince tightly and kiss his hair, cheeks, lips and all parts of his body, including the heart that had given him a long time ago. A throbbing limp.

Then they can still go back to the Hall of Justice, or somewhere farther and warmer.

They still have a chance to go back to the past.

He can still hold Sasha on his body and exchange dreams with each other in the fragrance of wheat ears.

They can still go see the stars, see the aurora, see the most beautiful things on this planet—

Carl imagined happily, and said grimly, "I'll give you a chance. Explain, or something else..."

His little prince opened his green pupils.

The pair of green pupils that were once like a lake, which he was deeply attached to, now only had burnt ashes.

Sasha said, "Kill me."

— until this moment.

Karl no longer knows when this long torture and see-saw will start and when it will end.

I can no longer tell who started it and why it continued.

When he still tried his best to stick their shattered love back;

Sasha had given up without looking back.

There is no hope.

He could no longer find a way out.

He didn't know who he could ask that why.

why?

You are the gift Rao gave me, you are the warm star that will never go out.

My beloved little prince, my nameless rose.

Why have we come to this point?

Carl sat with his back against the treatment pod where Sasha was sleeping.

He no longer had the strength to make any expressions, the red cloak was winding behind his back, and he was thinking about the reason stupidly.

It's not that Sasha didn't give him the answer.He said "I want to make you well".

How much he wanted to believe it was Sasha's true words.

How much he wanted to believe that Sasha really loved him.

However, this is a matter of choice that cannot be turned back.

If he believes Sasha loves him.

I believe that everything Sasha did was for his good.

then they