[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

The "can be seen" time redeemed through the system is still 10 minutes.

Lydia is still a soul after all.

She was face to face with Clark, and the domineering expression she had when facing Lex softened when she looked at Clark.

It is true that Lilith is her true nature, but she has a soft nature, she only wants to show it to people she likes.

As for Superman, he stayed outside the window of the Rex Building, his eyes focused on Lydia.

Saw her again.

She seemed to have changed, and she seemed not at all.

Simple black uniform, sweet smile, even the length of the ginger hair has not changed.Under the sunlight, her body did not leave the shadow it should have.She is still there, but at this moment she really no longer belongs to the world.

She didn't seem to be affected by the "death" experience at all, her smile remained the same, and she wanted to hug Clark, just like the first time Lilith and Superman met.

Lydia: "...Well, this doesn't seem like a good place to talk. See you at your house."

As soon as she finished her voice, her body disappeared in the air like dissipated smoke, and Clark and Lex also met their eyes.

"Superman," Lex suppressed the boiling emotion, "stay away from her."

Clark looked at Lex Luthor whose head was about to smoke, and a pure corner of his heart collapsed.

Being targeted by Luther so many times, how could he never be upset?The gods in the world are not true gods after all.Superman looked at Lex, and suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth to leave a meaningful and somewhat provocative smile, and also disappeared in place.

Lex: "..."

***

Lydia's home is not an apartment in the metropolis, nor the Fortress of Solitude, but the small town of Smallville, Kansas.

The rural town full of corn fragrance is not prosperous, simple and unpretentious, it is not at all a place that can raise a legend like Superman.But there is no doubt that this is Clark Kent's hometown.

He had been in Smallville since he came to Earth, where he grew up, where he adjusted to the world.

Lydia had asked Clark where his home was.Clark had answered her, here it is.

The girl appeared outside the farm in the blink of an eye with the help of the plug-in given to her by the baby earth.The aroma of plants can still be smelled here, but it can be seen that no one has taken care of this farm for a long time.

Lydia looked at the "Kent" letters that had been blurred by the wind and frost, bent her index finger, and tapped lightly on the sign.

—Don't talk about science, Lydia is not scientific.

Within a few seconds, Clark's breath enveloped Miss Kitty again.

It was warm sunshine before, but now it is the scorching sun in the desert.Lydia's mood is a bit complicated, and she decides to put the point exchange body at the top of the goal.

Clark arrived just in time.

Instead of his red and blue uniform, he changed into civilian clothes in time.He adheres to the personality of a "small town boy", with overalls and a plaid shirt, and the overcoat is not covered, but is draped over his arms; the cuff buttons of the shirt are not fastened properly, revealing his strong and beautiful forearm lines, and that pair of The magical black-rimmed glasses were just stuffed in his chest pocket, not on the bridge of his nose. His forehead hair was combed back, revealing his handsome face, and the stubborn little curly hair on his forehead was still fluttering.

—like a combination of Clark Kent and Kal-El.

When he arrived, Lydia had just arrived, but she was already sitting on the ground with her arms around her knees, and she looked up with a loving expression: "Hi, Clark. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Clark hummed.

He seemed to have accepted Lydia's situation as it was, and was completely fine with it.

"Are you ok?"

The clear blue eyes in the clear sky softened suddenly.

Some answers always require something to urge them to arrive at.He didn't think he'd go out with a little girl, but there was no doubt that when the path of loss lay before him, some hurdles would be crossed without a doubt.

Lydia stood up and patted the non-existent dust on her body.

She pondered for two seconds, then said seriously: "It's actually not very good."

"Ok?"

"I want to eat a little bit," the girl pressed her belly. "Actually, I'm well fed. I'm not hungry at all now, but I just want to eat something."

"I checked some information," the man naturally took the topic, "Mars technology can't help in this kind of thing. I guess you don't like Lex's 'cloning' plan."

Lydia showed a headache expression cooperatively.

"Krypton's technology is not very useful in this regard... Maybe I can ask Cyborg for help on the part of Apocalypse..."

Before he finished speaking, Lydia quickly interrupted him: "No need, really. In a few days, I will be back."

Clark nodded, and moved naturally across the farm fence and stepped on the weedy yard.

Lydia: "...can you go in directly?"

The man turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the girl: "This is my home."

Clark hasn't been back for a long time.

He grew up on this farm.

Clark sometimes felt that he was not a good son.

His parents gave him absolute care, love and care. They grew up with him, but they couldn't accompany him to the end.That is to say, after sending away his father and his mother, Clark truly realized the fragility and tenacity of feelings, which is why he was attracted to girls at first, but he would not pursue them in the end.

——He didn't want to lose it after he got it.

The area of ​​the farm is not small, except for the warehouse, the house is not too big. It is a small three-story building with an attic on the top floor, carrying the life of a family.Lydia didn't know where Clark pulled out the key. Anyway, the tarnished key was hung at the door after opening the door.

Before Lydia and Clark went in, they also saw the seal that had fallen from the crack of the door and was almost in pieces.

The girl squatted down curiously, Clark also saw Lydia's movement, and responded casually: "My dad took out a loan for the farm before. Later, he had health problems, the loan was not repaid, and the house was taken away. "

Lydia: "..."

Lydia looked at the most powerful guy on earth with a heartbroken expression, and then thought about the valuable things in the Fortress of Solitude, and couldn't understand why Superman was so poor that he couldn't pay off the loan.

Clark looked at the girl's complicated expression, and finally laughed out loud.

I haven't been back for several years to take care of it. The smell in the house is actually very bad, with dust and cobwebs everywhere.

Clark picked up a photo frame from the shelf, and blew away the dust net on it with human strength, with nostalgia in his eyes: "From the teachings of my parents, my father always hoped that I would not show my difference and truly integrate into the earth. Everything that belongs to 'Kal-El' doesn't belong to 'Clark Kent'. Maybe it's a bit too stubborn..."

In the photo frame are photos of their family of three.

He remembered that he was only ten years old at this time and was in elementary school.

The boy in the photo has black hair, blue eyes, and a big smile, while his parents hold each other's hands, with their other hands resting on the boy's shoulders.

Lydia saw the sunny boy at a glance, and her non-existent heart was beating wildly.

"and then?"

Clark put the frame back on the shelf and turned around. "Oh, thanks to Batman."

"He paid off the loan for you?"

"No, he bought the bank." Thinking of his rich and powerful partner, even Superman would feel complicated, "...so I don't owe the bank money now."

—to Bruce.

Coupled with the endless battle damage...let it go.

Lydia followed Clark and followed him into his own room.

The economic conditions of the Kent family are very average, and the boy's room is simple, but whether it is the faded bedside pictorial or those exquisite handmade toys, it is full of emotion and warmth.

Clark even dug out a photo album, mostly of himself.

The red-haired girl's heart trembled slightly: "You were so cute when you were young."

"Speaking of which," Lydia licked the corner of her lips, "Have you thought about where we should go on a date when I come back?"

Clark snapped the album shut.

"No way!" Lydia made a small accusation, "You clearly agreed to date me! Is it to pretend that his parents have a good relationship in front of Connor?"

Clark: "..."

"I'll wait for you to come back," Clark smiled helplessly, with some doting, "The changes are fast, and I always have to adapt."

[Suddenly realized that my male god is very long-winded,] the system interrupted, [It's just a date or a confirmed relationship, and it's not forcing you two to get married. 】

Lydia: […]

The corner of her mouth twitched, but her eyes were fixed on the unfinished photo album.

Lydia reached for the photo album, flipped through it, and landed on a photo belonging to a baby.

The future powerful Superman was still a baby at this time, huddled together, and was captured at this second crying pitifully.

Lydia: So, so cute!

Lydia's eyes lit up instantly, and Clark, who was seen in such a picture, couldn't hold back a smile anymore.

The girl paused, she tilted her head, as if she was listening to some unknown voice, and the unknown voice made her laugh. Lydia smiled so much that her eyes were bent and turned into a crescent moon. The mole danced with her smile, so cute.

Lilith is Lydia, frankness is her nature, but Lydia's soft heart always wants to be her friends, the people she likes, and the closest people.

She smiled cutely, even with a little bit of inexplicable shyness.

"Clark," she said, "you said I was too young..."

Lydia's soul doesn't have blood to make her cheeks blush, but the smile on her face says it all: "The consciousness of the earth tells me that if there is no accident, she and I are completely bound, bound- bound- "

"so……"

The girl's voice was full of laughter: "She said, based on the age of the body, it is nearly 50 billion years old; and based on the formation of consciousness, it is more than 7 million years old."

Lydia put on a straight face on purpose, pretending to be serious, but her uncontrollable smile gave her away: "Pfft—she said, 'Little kid, who is younger'."

The earth is so nice.

Seeing Clark's stiff expression, Lydia thought happily.

Clark stayed on the earth for 31 years, but his age is definitely not more than 33 years old according to the earth. He can't even reach a fraction of the planet. Kent: "..."

Fine.