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

Sasha pedaled a small bicycle and went to Stark Tower to deliver glasses to Hilda.

Since Pei Bo knew what happened before the restart, he went to his mother's research institute, and he no longer had to worry about exposing his past to his mother's colleagues.

"Stark Industries never raises dry food."

The resolute female president said, "If even you can't come and go here freely under the eyes of reporters, it means that our public relations team needs to be replaced collectively."

Hilda is still the same, wearing a white coat and denying her relatives.She trotted over to pick up the glasses, held Sasha's head and sucked a dimple, and quickly ran back to her laboratory:

"Look around for yourself! Mom is leaving get off work soon, and I will go with you then."

Sasha was actually curious about what his mother was doing for Stark Industries.

He wandered around in the huge experimental base that accommodated tens of thousands of researchers, and saw many drug boxes with the words "ExSA-291 Phase III Clinical Trial".

Another researcher saw him face to face, and wanted to come over and chase him away: "Who let the child in? This is an absolutely confidential research project!"

Sasha opened his mouth to answer, but a researcher next to him stopped him: "Shh! This belongs to our two bosses..."

The two researchers bit their ears for a while, and the biting researcher ran over after wiping his hands:

"I just finished the work at hand, let me show you around!"

Sasha: "So many people, what are they researching?"

Researcher: "It is an epoch-making gene drug. Its predecessor is a bioelectronic component, packed in curved nanotubes, and delivered into the human brain in a carrier fluid. Our research has found that the human brain itself has It has an exceptionally powerful self-repair function, it stores the complete blueprint of the human body when it is at its healthiest, and when it detects that the body is injured, it will immediately command and mobilize all tissues to make full preparations for self-repair and energy supply."

"But the reality is that the battle of the brain to protect the body is not always completely successful, because it only has the ability to perceive and overall command, and the 'army' it can call in every human body-immunity, healthy oxygen-supplying cells Wait - many times it is far from keeping up with its expectations. The most powerful feature of ExSA-291 is that it can decipher the complete blueprint of the human body stored in the brain, and follow its instructions to deliver the corresponding nutrients through the veins, Give the brain whatever kind of 'army' it needs."

"To some extent, as long as the universalization experiment is over, it will become a 'universal drug' in the true sense. Think about it, a panacea that can sweep away cancer, AIDS, leukemia...all incurable diseases! Human beings are about to officially enter a new era of free exploration beyond all diseases and injuries!"

The more the researcher spoke, the more excited he was, he was dancing and spitting. Seeing the depressed expression of the young man in front of him, he touched his nose embarrassingly and stopped:

"I don't know if I explained clearly enough..."

Sasha thought to himself that it was not a question of clarity, the problem was that he had heard of this principle...

Isn't this the Extremis virus? ? ?

He has personally experienced Extremis 3.0.Since the Extremis virus is a drug that directly enters the human brain, it will naturally give the developer a powerful and terrifying control right.

As the main body of the Extremis Virus, theoretically speaking, the white pot can change the appearance of all the people who have been injected with the Extremis Virus at will, and can also drive them to estrus or die without warning. It can really be exactly like God.

The researcher continued to explain: "In fact, the predecessor of ExSA-291 is much more powerful than it is now, because it can even directly rewrite the repair center of the human brain, coercing the brain to modify the body according to its blueprint, such as changing the face value, how long it has eight legs, etc. Everything can be done... To put it mildly, it is to let one's thoughts change the body, but I guess the boss also knows the horror of this usage. Once ExSA-291 is developed, it may affect human beings for centuries, or even ten years. A drug that has been used for centuries. It is hard to guarantee that there will not be a particularly awesome character in the future, using its rewriting function, and then using it to hold all mankind hostage.”

"So our early research has been focusing on how to completely remove its rewriting function, leaving only the blueprint cracking and nutrient delivery functions, so that people's brains can completely dominate it and eliminate all possibilities of being driven by it in the future. And the predecessor The toxicity of the drug is too strong, and not all the elderly and weak people can bear it. I heard from anecdote that when the boss injected himself 6 years ago, the whole body became an open wound, and the whole body scabbed like a callus , unconscious and comatose for three days and three nights before waking up. Fortunately, the boss has been in good health and suppressed it smoothly, and then provided us with the most valuable clinical experiment data and serum."

Sasha remained silent, scratched his arm for a while, and changed the subject:

"That name is a mouthful. Did you guys come up with it yourself?"

Since it was born out of Extremes, he thought it would be called Extremes 4.0 or 5.0.

Researcher: "You mean ExSA-291? It was officially named by the boss during the second phase of clinical trials. Everyone got used to it after two days of getting used to it. There are more clinical drugs than this awkward name. I think it is at least easier to remember than APTX4869. Ha ha."

After taking people around the experimental base, the researcher rubbed his hands and said, "I heard that you are familiar with the boss. If it is convenient, talk to him and give our low-level experimenters a raise~~"

Sasha's original plan was to pedal his small bicycle and go first before Hilda got off work.

Hearing what he said, after thinking about it, he turned around and walked up the steps to the first floor of Stark Tower.

After searching for the elevator silently for a long time, he was confused by the long list of floor buttons on the panel.

Day four, he thought.

There are still many employees of Stark Industries in the elevator.Those who can enter Stark Industries are basically the proud ones in various fields;

Among the crowd in suits and leather shoes, a little golden retriever wearing a sweater and sneakers suddenly mixed in. Someone looked him up and down, and couldn't help but say:

"Intern interview? The human resources department is on the 30th floor, just press 30."

Sasha: "Huh? No."

Another person sneered: "How could it be an interview. If you dare to wear this outfit for an interview at Stark Industries, I bet that if Dela Cook killed him, he wouldn't let him step into the 30th floor."

Another person said: "Stark Industries does not allow non-staff to visit during working hours, even to visit family members, you know that? Why didn't the front desk on the first floor tell you such an important thing? How did you come in? ?”

Sasha: "... walked in?"

What else did the man want to say, Friday's voice sounded softly in the elevator:

"Identity confirmation, welcome to Stark Tower, Sasha. The destination has been automatically selected for you: the top floor office area, please wait a moment."

As we all know, the landmarks of Manhattan and the top three floors of Stark Tower are Tony Stark's private workplace and rest area-yes, of course he can occupy the entire three floors, just for blacksmithing or drinking liquor.

But the problem is that since the Stark Tower was built, there are very few people in the United States and even the world who have direct access to the top-floor workspace.

Perry White, the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Planet", the largest-selling newspaper in the United States, tried several times to submit a visit application, but was rejected by Tony not particularly politely.

Everyone in the elevator stared silently, and no one dared to speak out.

The building was very high, and Sasha finally took the elevator to the top floor, walked into the workshop where he couldn't see the side, and stopped again.

He hadn't really thought about what he was going to do.

I just feel that since we have all come to Stark Tower, it seems that we should also take a look at Tony's father and talk to him.

They met awkwardly a few times after the reboot, and the last time they met was when they waved at MK50.

In fact, thinking about it, ignoring the psychological shadow brought by the white pot, he shouldn't have forgotten that Tony's father was once the second most reliable comrade in arms besides Batman.

But he couldn't find his way for a while.

After scratching my head for a while, I didn't know what to talk about in this meeting, so I decided to go back and wait for my mother to get off work.

As soon as he turned around, there was a sudden increase in the sound of clanging and knocking not far away.

Sasha followed the sound and walked over. Among the rows of armor, he saw the back of a man in a vest who was forging iron.

The man seemed to be facing him just now, but as soon as Sasha turned his head, he immediately turned his back to get something.

Sasha: "...Hello."

The man stopped for a while without looking back, pulled up his vest and wiped the sweat off his face, pretending to be cold: "Hi."

Sasha: "I just wanted to... casually visit, but Friday transported me directly to this floor."

Tony: "You can do whatever you want."

Sasha walked around the workplace, looking for topics while visiting: "Uh... I thought that when you were working, you would be more accustomed to using high-tech tools...that's the kind, where to put a piece of paper Design drawings, wait a few seconds, and spit out a battle armor..."

Tony: "It used to be. Later, I found that the armor I felt with my own hands felt different from the armor made with tools. I can't tell what is different, but it is different anyway."

——They all understand that "later" refers to the "later" who experienced the time at the rebel base.

The man's voice was steady, and he sounded like a mature man who was able to deal with all situations with ease. When he raised his hand to drink water, he took it several times, but he was always taking air.

Fortunately, Sasha was visiting everywhere and didn't notice his little panic.

Sasha just looked at Tony on a whim, and saw that he had been striking iron with his back to him, and he was quite busy, so he touched his nose and was about to withdraw:

"I see it's almost time..."

Tony said at the same time: "Sasha, do you want to see my..."

The two collided and stopped awkwardly.

After a while, Tony banged on the iron again, muttering angrily:

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it. Anyway, you always only go to the old bat. The only time you take the initiative to come to me is when you drop by, it's a 'casual visit', it's 'I brought you up on Friday'. You go Well, I don't care. I've been here for several days anyway, it doesn't matter if you come or not. Goodbye."

Sasha: "..."

Friday said suspiciously: "Boss, but you didn't stay here for 'several days'. You sprinted back to Manhattan from San Francisco at 3000 kilometers per hour after I told you that Sasha came to Stark Tower, and taxied into top-floor workspace and suddenly started pretending to work."

Tony exploded: "...you shut up!"

Friday is very obedient: "Friday enters a state of silence."

After being silenced on Friday, the scene became more embarrassing.

Seeing that Tony had made up his mind and refused to turn back, Sasha had no choice but to change the subject for others:

"What are you going to show me?"

Tony: "You have a large mecha, and only you have the driving authority, right? The mecha is half biological and half mechanical. The premise of driving is that the driver's brain nerves are highly synchronized with it, sharing consciousness and senses, and turning the mecha Control it as your own body, right?"

Sasha froze for a moment.

He knew Tony was talking about Unit [-].

In the past, he had only driven once to meet the Unyielding Super, and he was highly synchronized with the pain sensation of the mecha, which left serious sequelae in the brain nerves.

After being reborn, as a mecha controller, he still likes to take the No. [-] machine out to take a bath in the safe house, caress its mottled but beautiful dark purple shell, and imagine what it would be like to drive the No. [-] machine again.

But for sitting in the cockpit, he still has a natural resistance and fear in his heart.

When he drove for the first time, he encountered the top combat power on the earth. Just seeing the cockpit, he would think of himself being trapped in it, suffering and burning, and the appearance of being so incompetent.

This kind of pressure acts on his body spirit, making it even more difficult for him to move forward.

Tony: "At the level of consciousness, fully synchronizing the mecha and the body is something that every mecha maker is crazy about pursuing, but the current level of technology is not yet possible. So I...another me, relying on The symbiote implanted in the brain, and now I rely on Friday to pass commands between my brain and the armor. Your mech naturally has this advantage. It’s just that in the battle with too much intensity, this advantage, It will have side effects on the spirit. I have been thinking about how to balance its advantages and disadvantages, even before you... you came back, I started thinking. In the past, it was just a pile of research materials, and I have only recently made it official .”

He wiped the motor oil on his palms and tapped the air in front of him.

A light screen opens.

Sasha leaned over to look.

The man lowered his eyes to look at the young man's focused green pupils, and then took two steps closer to him as if nothing had happened.

Sasha looked at it seriously, but he couldn't understand the code on the screen: "What is this..."

Tony: "Puppet consciousness. Its function is to automatically activate when it detects a sensory shock that exceeds the driver's mental load, and briefly cut off the neural connection between the driver and the mecha, so as to avoid leaving sequelae to the driver's spirit. While cutting off the connection, it will automatically control the mech to disengage and defend until the sensory shock passes, and the driver will be highly synchronized with the mech again and quickly return to the battle."

System: [It's a bit like the "fatal damage pain shield" that comes with the dog system? 】

Sasha: [More than that. 】

Sasha: "So this is a pinch hitter?"

A small arc emerged from the corner of Tony's lips: "Substitute runner. Out of selfishness, the puppet consciousness does not have the function of continuing to attack in a bad battle situation. It can only defend and retreat, and retreat to a place where the driver is safe enough. And wait for the driver to recover."

Sasha asked curiously: "Whose selfishness is it? Could it be that the puppet consciousness is also afraid?"

Tony: "For my own sake."

When the voice fell, they both froze.

Sasha turned to look at him, and the man immediately touched the back of his neck, pretending to be calm and walked to the refrigerator to get a drink:

"Okay, it's okay. The carrier of the puppet's consciousness is the red transistor, which is placed on the shelf. You can take it and go."

He drove people away for the second time, but his eyes secretly watched the boy's every move from the smooth helmet surface of the battle armor.

Seeing that the little golden retriever hesitated and took the red transistor on the shelf, he was relieved.

Sasha whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Pepper."

Tony: "...don't call me Mr. Pepper."

Sasha laughed to himself, shook his head and said, "It's weird, I couldn't tell you from Ultra Iron Man before, so I felt very scared... Actually, I should have come here earlier to see how you work. Just look at From the way you made the armor, I should be able to know with certainty that he can't really pretend to be you at all. Because no matter how many similarities there are in your personalities, the biggest difference between you is—"

Tony: "Because he is a smart and selfish careerist, and I am just an ordinary person who likes to keep tinkering with new things."

After a pause, Tony's pride rooted in his soul forced him to change his words: "Sorry, correct me, 'a genius inventor who likes to keep tinkering with new things'."

Sasha coughed and said, "And... the hero I admired the most when I was young."

Tony curled his lips: "That's right, Coulson said you've lost your fans a long time ago. Didn't you say it's almost time? You go and find the old bat who has nothing interesting at home except for a hole. Goodbye. "

Sasha: "..."

So why on earth should he tirelessly cook spicy dishes, his big brother...

After being kicked out three times in a row, Sasha had to leave with the transistor.

Before leaving, he thought about it, and still told the truth: "Mr. Stark, when you were yourself... Actually, I still admire you very much."

The boy took the elevator downstairs.

Tony drilled holes in the new battle armor for a few minutes, then took the towel brought by the little clumsy hand to wipe off his sweat.

Said into the air: "He said he still admires me."

No one cares about him.

Tony: "Friday!!"

A line of words flashed on the light screen: [If you still remember, I was banned by you, boss. ]

Tony had no choice but to keep working.

Half an hour later, he took the elevator downstairs and said to the potted plant in the elevator, "He said he still admires me."

When we arrived at the leisure area downstairs, we met Hawkeye and Thor who came to eat and drink.

The two were bragging and farting, the man was sipping his juice, and there was an uncontrollable smile in his brown eyes.

Suddenly, as if showing off, he popped out a sentence: "He said he still admires me."

Hawkeye: "...No, who???"

"...I therefore sincerely hope that you will visit Wayne Manor more often before school starts at the end of August, Mr. Atwell."

Alfred complained to him in an elegant English accent on the phone.

"Because Master Bruce always refuses to take a good drink of milk when you're not at the estate."

Sasha: "......??"

Sasha just came back from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy and had another job on the way, with his head still covered in mosaics, sitting on the roof of the building to wipe his sweaty blond hair.

I received a daily greeting call from Alfred.

Strange to say, since he met the Batman, the person who has been in most contact with him is not Bruce (according to Batman's character, he is not surprised at this point), not Dick (he usually rides a big motorcycle directly to the school to snatch people ), not Jason and Tim.

He is actually the old housekeeper at the top of the Batman food chain.

Of course Sasha understood that Alfred was the equivalent of Batman's father.

Out of respect for his revolutionary partners, no matter whether he is in class or not, no matter whether he is working or not, as long as Alfred calls, Sasha will answer it in seconds, holding the phone and listening carefully.

At the very beginning, Alfred could still retain the typical reticence and reserve of a British butler.

Most of them started with "Master Bruce asked if you would like to..." or "Master Dick asked if you would like to...", occasionally caring whether Sasha's pies are enough, and whether they need to go to the kitchen of Wayne Manor to replenish the stock.

Seeing him later with Batman, coming back from the Wayne family cemetery, Alfred doesn't comment or ask anything about it.

It was just that there was a hint of surprise in the eyes staring at Sasha.

Sasha is not part of the Bat-Family Night Watch.

So every time he went to Wayne Manor to play, he and the old butler were always the ones who stayed behind in the middle of the night.

One time when he went down from the study, he saw Alfred wearing pajamas and nightcap, guarding alone in the empty bat cave, sitting upright, waiting for the masters to return safely.

Sasha watched this scene and scratched the golden retriever's head for a while.

Since then, he has visited Wayne Manor every week, so he no longer stays in the warm study.

Just stay in the Batcave with Alfred until the family members come back.

...So later on, the old butler started to bring in private goods in his daily calls.

"...As a housekeeper, I know that I shouldn't overstep my duties. But out of personal feelings, I still hope that the master can find a partner that he can trust and entrust wholeheartedly, and settle down as soon as possible..."

For example, to express the daily anxieties about the major marriage affairs of the Wayne family.

"...Maybe I can't keep up with the times... When I was cleaning the garden behind the manor this morning, I found five or six girls camped in tents in Master Bruce's watermelon field. After careful questioning, it turned out that they were all It's Master Dick's ex-girlfriend... I want to ask you, is this normal for young people?"

Express your concerns that Dick, the Neptune, may turn over one day.

"...Master Jason ran away from home again in anger. Master Dick has already set off to look for him, but Master Bruce—I'm sorry, I know that the frequency of their disagreements this month is indeed a bit high— If you have free time, can you come to the manor again?"

Express Jason's troubles with Bruce all day long.

Good baby Tim is the least expressed, and is occasionally mentioned as a positive teaching material for comparison with Bruce: "...I always believe that Master Timothy and Miss Stephanie will enter the marriage hall smoothly, and they will be better than Bruce. The master gave birth to a lovely child earlier..."

Sasha: "...Wait, wait, I remember that Drake seems to be underage??? Is it a little too urgent?"

Alfred lovingly: "Yes, he happens to be one year younger than you. But I don't think this conflicts with the fact that Master Timothy will start a family earlier than Master Bruce."

Sasha: "..." It seems that there is no way to refute.

"Alfred... he's getting old too."

Hearing that Alfred often called Sasha, Dick was only slightly surprised.

Just smiled.

Don't forget to play with the little golden tugger on Sasha's head:

"I can't help it. Who told you that you are a little prince who always brings happiness to others."

Sasha was sitting on the roof of the building with a sniper in his arms, while listening to the old housekeeper babbling about daily routines, he looked up at the clear blue sky.

It was deserted again.

The two of them finally worked out some kind of rules silently, so that they would no longer bump into each other all day long.

Sasha is in charge of a single-person distress signal, and he is in charge of a place where multiple people call for help-that generally represents a major crisis, and it is also the field where the gods are best at.

Actually that's pretty good.

Sasha muttered softly, "Day 7."

Alfred sharply: "What day 7, Mr. Atwell?"

Sasha came back to his senses: "Nothing."

He saw that the distance was not far away, and decided to walk home to do his homework in order to save the cooling time of [Fixed Teleportation].

Walking downstairs, he was blocked by Dick's big motorcycle.

Before Sasha could react, he was picked up by the handsome black-haired young man by the waist, and was skillfully picked up on the back seat.

"Oh. You get it. Sasha is so hard to date..."

The little spider was sitting on the side of the road with her schoolbag in her arms, with an aggrieved expression on her face.

He was still muttering to Barry, who was wearing casual clothes next to him, "I just can't figure it out. Sasha obviously goes to Gotham twice a week, but every time I want to ask him out, they still have to come and jump in line..."

It was rare for Barry to get off work early today, and just as he rushed to catch a golden retriever to play in Central City, he was forcefully cut off by Dick.

He folded his arms and looked very dissatisfied:

"Hey, Dick! That's not kind. Your family is taking too much of Sasha's time, isn't it? When will he make time for me?"

Dick was still smiling: "Next time, definitely next time."

With a pinch of the accelerator, the car drove away with a bang.

He was also chased by the Flash for half a block: "You will always say it next time, almost 30 times! Now, immediately, put Sasha down!"

……

Sasha inexplicably sat on Dick's back seat, her blond hair flying back.

Sasha: "What's the matter, Grayson? Is something wrong with Big Brother?"

Dick: "It's nothing. Alfred sent me over to see you."

Sasha asked strangely: "Why do you suddenly look at me? What's so interesting about me?"

Dick has a sweet mouth every day: "You look good everywhere, Your Highness."

The little golden retriever was restless, twisting and turning on the back seat and couldn't sit still, so he kicked the heel of his shoe in a fluttering manner:

"Tell me, where are you going?"

The big blue bird smiled: "How about a ride? When driving, pay attention to the driving regulations."

After the motorcycle left the bustling streets of Manhattan and drove up the Hudson River, the wind in the evening suddenly became refreshing.

A round of red sun floated on the river, and the surface of the river was sprinkled with a layer of fine shimmering light.

Dick: "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. You now have a castle to your name, on a private island in France. I know you spend most of your time in Manhattan, but if you want to take your family on vacation, you can choose to go there A few days."

Sasha almost bit her tongue: "What's under my name?!"

Dick handed him a coordinate from behind his shoulder: "Bruce designed and built it himself 8 years ago. It has just been renovated recently and a new racing track has been built. Don't worry, there is a dedicated butler team to take care of it, just go and live there. .”

Sasha: "...that's not the point?!"

Dick suddenly realized: "Oh. Regarding the explanation to the Atwells. I also thought of a few options. What do you think of the idea of ​​drawing a lottery for a vacation ticket?"

Sasha: "???"

Ten minutes after the motorcycle chugs along the river, Dick spoke again.

Dick: "Your expression is different from when you came back to Wayne Manor. Is there anything you want to talk to me about?"

Sasha looked suspiciously at his face in the rearview mirror, but he couldn't see any difference:

"No, no, we two rough men, don't we really want to go for a drive and talk about feelings?"

Dick was still smiling: "Let's talk. To be honest, you and Bruce have completely different personalities, only this is very similar - the thing you care about the most, you will never bring it out. Remember when we were at the rebel base, we The night talk in the dormitory will always be interrupted countless times, I have been looking for an opportunity to have a long talk with you for a long time."

Sasha: "I don't know what you want to talk about. Anyway, I am very satisfied with my life now, and I don't have any extra thoughts. I just want to maintain the status quo and live this life well."

Dick: "Really? No more wishes? That's difficult. They sent me here to inquire about what to give you for your birthday. But you didn't think about it so soon?"

Sasha pouted: "If you insist on asking, then my only wish now is world peace."

As soon as the words come out.

In the rearview mirror of the motorcycle, he met the deep blue eyes of the black-haired young man.

Sasha: "...I'm going back."

Dick sighed slightly: "Look."

Sasha said stubbornly: "I just want to go back to do my homework."

Dick: "Okay, do your homework. Don't jump out of the car, baby, I'll take you home."

After being delivered to the door, Dick slowly stopped the car, landed on the ground with long legs, and let the little golden retriever get off the back seat of the car.

Sasha bit the rubber band in his mouth, and tied his little pull in place.

I saw the young man take off a motorcycle glove, stretched it out, and gently stroked Sasha's face for a while.

Dick: "Sasha, do you know how many people in this world want you to be happy? As long as it is what you want, even if you risk your life, they want to deliver it to you with their own hands. What makes you happy is something we are unable to give. So sometimes seeing you like this - I really feel that I am powerless."

Sasha was full of question marks: "No, what happened to me??? I admit that I was in a relationship that I shouldn't have, but I didn't say that I was fine. It's all over. Isn't it good enough to let go? ?"

Dick: "You know letting go and giving up are not the same thing, right?"

Sasha kicked his shoes again: "What the hell! I don't understand."

Sasha, as a person who once had a hole in his butt and still stubbornly has a straight man's thinking, couldn't stand it, so he drove away the big blue bird who was suddenly chattering today with two slaps.

After finishing his homework and having dinner, he habitually went downstairs for a stroll.

Walking along the streets of Lower Manhattan, turning a few winding alleys, you will arrive at an old community church.

This is what he discovered in the past few days.

The church is small, with a few rows of pews sparsely placed.

The priest on the stage was preaching, and there were a few people sitting in the front row.

Sasha found the last row of chairs and sat down.

Since discovering this church, Sasha would sit here alone after dinner every day.

He couldn't say why, but he just felt that when he sat here, he could think about many things quietly.

Like Alfred, he thought, probably because he was that age too.

Although his body is still fresh and tender at the age of 18, he has begun to constantly think about his life.

Think about his starting point in this world, think about those turbulent past, think about his love, death and rebirth.

The strange thing is that Sasha seldom did this before, probably because there are always things that are not over.

When he was the living host, he certainly didn't have time to look back, his mind was full of thoughts about when he could go home;

When he was reborn, he didn't know the reason why he suddenly got all this, so he still lived very uneasy every day, for fear that one day what he owned would be taken away;

Later, he knew why.

But he still felt that his heart was not at peace. Seeing that man, he was still afraid and looking forward to it.

Until that morning, when they parted for the last time.

The huge sense of ending overwhelmed him rumblingly.

At the moment when he finally made a decision, no matter whether it was sad or sweet, he would no longer let them have any intersection.

He looked to the end of his life.

Then, looking back on life like an old man seems to be a matter of course.

Sasha looked around, but no one was looking at him.

He clasped his hands and secretly prayed like others.

system:【?The dog system remembers that you don't believe in Christ? 】

Sasha: [I think, this kind of thing is like a lottery.Since they are all passing by, don’t pray for nothing.You said that if you are lucky one day, God will draw me. 】

System: [You don't believe him, God has drawn you, so he has to throw you back into the lottery box. 】

The dog system kept pouring cold water on him, and he hugged his paw and ignored it.

All the ups and downs and twists and turns in his life all stemmed from a single wish;

And now, when everything is coming to an end, it's nice to end with one last wish.

——Then pray to Heavenly Father and be a good person for ten days.

Sasha prayed silently in her heart.

Let the world be peaceful and let no big event happen.

Of course he knows that world peace is too difficult for the superhero world.

But ten days is always okay, right?

He bargained with God in his heart.If it is really difficult, it is also possible to exchange his ten years of life.

Harm, anyway, the lifespan of human beings is about that long. It seems that there is no difference between living to 70 years old or 80 years old.

system:【……】

System: [Dog host, you...]

The system seems to be angry: [... Forget it.up to you. 】

Someone gently put a hand on his shoulder.

Sasha opened his eyes, everyone in the chapel had left, and the priest on the pulpit was standing beside him with a gentle expression.

The priest smiled: "I see you come every night. Do you have any distress and want to tell the Lord?"

Sasha: "I don't have any worries, I just make a random wish."

He asked again: "Ahem, but I'm not a Christian... But I come to pray every day. Generally speaking, it will be of some use, right?"

But the priest said: "Sometimes, what the Lord gives you may not necessarily be what you want. But you have to believe that the Lord will have the best arrangements for everyone."

……

Day 9.

Sasha was abducted by Barry to a burger restaurant in Central City to participate in Central City's annual Big Eating Competition.

His little stomach was no match for the voracious rough and rogue gang on the opposite side. After eating two, he was so stupid that he rolled under the chair and whimpered.

Barry raised his sleeves, his cheeks bulged like a hamster, his gaze was lightning, and with full firepower, the mountain of burgers piled up in front of Sasha quickly diminished.

The bell rang for the end of the game.

Barry swept the last two burgers in front of him, wiped his mouth, and raised his arms:

"We won!"

He took out the little golden retriever with a round belly from under the chair, and held it up in the air:

"We won!"

The rogue gang who had eaten a truckload across the street was filled with grief and indignation, and vomited all over the floor.

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