[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The deal is still done.

Lucilia was unwilling to give in. In fact, she felt that she had nothing to threaten Jason, but the human beings felt the pressure. After struggling for a long time, they agreed.

"Deal." He agreed, acknowledging the matter very carefully.

Next is Lucilia's job, she didn't count on the other party, and carefully detailed the various conditions. "Within 24 hours on the surface of the earth after the fight with Foltz, you need to tell me 'why were you angry just now', 'why do you care about me having dessert with an angel', and 'what are you hesitating about' The answers to these three questions."

She thought for a while, and added: "If you fall into a coma after the battle or other situations where it is impossible to talk to me, we can delay the time later, counting 24 hours from the time you wake up."

"You really are a kind-hearted devil."

Qiuqiu, who always pretended that she was just a plush decoration, couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her head slightly at an angle that others couldn't see, and complained fiercely.

Lucilia: "But Jason is different from ordinary humans."

Qiuqiu: "What's the difference?"

"He's delicious!" Lucilia replied in seconds.

Qiuqiu: ...OK.

Jason, who was about to say something, was choked by Lucilia's decisive answer. He closed his open mouth silently, and stared at the gargoyle with condemning eyes.

Lucilia looked back innocently.

Hei Tuanzi looked at Lucilia, shook his wings, and then looked at Jason, his eyes quickly changed from displeasure to sympathy.

"Teach slowly, one day you will be able to teach." Qiuqiu sent false comfort

Jason:  …

"gone back."

"it is good."

The flavor of the crepe began to decline. Clark handed it to Jason, and Jason handed it to Lucilia. The two obviously had some things to discuss. Clark didn't ask any more questions, and drove them back to the apartment. go.

When they returned, Bruce had just returned to the Batcave.

It was not surprising to find that Damian, the brat, had skipped the rest of the class completely. At this time, he had changed into the Robin costume, and grabbed the seat in front of the bat host in a fair manner.

Tim made a cup of coffee and brought Bruce one as well.

"Is he okay?" Little Red Bird still had a conscience, worried a little, then felt that she had done her best, and continued to watch the show with peace of mind.

Inside is Dick.

The social animal policeman went back to Bludhaven and is still on duty.

"He's still young." It sounds like Dick wanted to hold back his laughter at first, but soon all his patience failed, "My God, are little wings so cute?"

He laughed so hard that he could only walk against the wall!

Damian hummed: "Todd is a fool."

This Robin bird was busy copying audio sources and surveillance video files, preparing to use it to threaten Red Hood. He was too serious to notice the dark shadow behind him.

"Damian." The cold and hoarse bat voice.

Damian:! ! !

"Get off my chair." Imperative.

Just when the copying was completed, Damian quickly unplugged his storage device and jumped aside.

"I'm just borrowing it, since it will belong to me sooner or later, Father." At attention, and super serious.

Batman didn't give the brat a half-eye.

"Work." Batman decided to squeeze the labor force.

Since everyone skipped class, don't just sit around, Bruce didn't skip work to catch up on sleep.

……

…………

Just like that, a few more days passed.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Superman was listening to the night sky of the metropolis. Even if a demon was about to move, he did not leave his post. If there was any situation or someone called "Superman", the child of hope would naturally appear immediately.

The Union line rang, and Superman took it.

"Get ready, it's tonight." Batman informed Superman through the alliance insider, "Foltz will appear tonight, challenge you, and try his best to kill you—the death method is not very good."

Superman can't tell for a moment whether this is "Batman humor" or a simple reminder.

Uh, kindly?

In the end he decided to interpret this as "Batman-like concern."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Clark asked again, "But why tonight?"

"Tonight is the seventh night."

seven?

"You mean the 'seven deadly sins' or something?"

"Both demons and angels like things that are rich in symbolism. In other words, their passwords are easy to guess." Batman told a bad joke this time.

Superman suddenly felt a little cold.

"Anyway, I'll be careful, don't worry about this."

"Speak as if worrying about changing things, if you're stupid, don't expect me to save you."

"let us wait and see."

Superman smiled and was in a good mood. He hovered over the top of the Daily Planet after 11 o'clock and found that Jason had arrived, a little earlier than usual.

"Lucilia said, 'Since it has been delayed until the seventh day, it must be the seventh day'." Jason explained to him.

The sky is dark and the stars are falling.

The surrounding scene suddenly suppressed.

"That thing is coming." Jason was the first to feel the strange pressure.

It was as if a jellyfish had stabbed his nerves, it was very painful, and soon he was paralyzed. In the next few seconds, the toxin quickly entered his brain, disrupting his memory, and all the past in his life became hallucinations.

Looking up again, Superman has already flown up.

The starlight is gone.

Not even a single star can be found with superhuman vision.

The earth turned into scorched earth, the buildings were burned, and the magma swallowed them one by one, turning them into the final appearance of all things.

Superman didn't respond.

He couldn't feel any heartbeat, not only this carbon-based planet, but also the entire universe was in absolute tranquility.For a moment, Superman actually enjoyed the tranquility, and then felt a little palpitation.

Is this hallucination?Or something else?

Lightning split the sky.

The tentacles of lightning hit the highest point of the Daily Planet. Superman wanted to go back, but he couldn't find Jason's location. Then, the Daily Planet was ignited by lightning in front of his eyes.

It burned like a candle, and soon there was only bright red wax, like magma, piled all over the ground.

Everything is gone.

Just like the original seaside city.

A nerve throbbed violently in the back of Superman's brain.He knew that those things were long gone, but he couldn't resist the burning and pain in the depths of his soul.

"Some wounds never heal, don't they?" Foltz was saying.

The voice of the devil spread up from the depths of the ground, chasing the cold body of the reptile, crawling into Superman's ear, drilling into the depths of the ear, biting the eardrum, and piercing into the mind.

He fell to the ground.

On the tarry ground below, two rings opened.

They had sharp thorns, surrounded by a vicious orange-yellow cursed light, and then they rushed out, and it was only then that they could be seen clearly. It was a pitch-black salamander. The giant salamander looked bulky in size, but its speed was abnormal. Quickly, the moment Superman fell, it threw Superman into the ruins as easily as a firefly.

The sharp pain in his back finally awakened Superman, he stopped being sluggish, and began to wrestle with each other.

Although he couldn't take off and no longer had great power, he was still fighting, carefully calculating the energy bestowed by the little yellow sun left in his body.

"Superman?"

He heard someone shouting, but he couldn't care less.

Under the clear night sky of Metropolis, Superman and Foltz came face to face, floating about 3 meters above the Daily Planet.

They are motionless, like statues after setting the magnetic levitation, almost completely forbidden.

"Superman!"

Jason yelled again.

His lips were strangely red, and the place where Lucilia kissed seemed to have touched a branding iron, and at the moment when the hallucination tried to swallow Jason up, he pulled him back.

This is the food marked by Lucilia, and other demons are forbidden to touch it.

Foltz bowed his head because of this, and cast his eyes on this mortal.

"Why haven't you been affected? Oh, so you have already fallen."

Foltz stared fixedly at Jason's lips, unable to believe what he saw.

Jason was a little puzzled, wiped his lower lip, and wiped off a layer of something like chocolate powder.

It should be the residual energy left after the imprint was burned, usually fly ash or blue smoke, but this one from Lucilia obviously has the same taste as the gargoyle, and it still has a little taste.

Jason felt dumbfounded.

"It's still a baby." He couldn't help muttering.

As if carelessly.

But his hands were already behind his back, his mind was full of complaints about Lucilia's gluttony, and Jason had a real headache at the thought of learning a new dessert menu to assist in teaching.

The gun was already in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the bullet shot out.

Foltz wasn't completely unaware, but he didn't bother to do anything.

How could a human bullet hurt a demon?

There was a flash of fire.

Foltz was stunned.

There was a big gap in his neck by the bullet, and the human skin was split open, revealing the tar-like essence inside, and the sticky and pitch-black stuff rolled out.

"how is this possible……?!"

"Is this impossible?" Jason changed the bomb calmly, "Didn't seniors remind you before you came out that you should be careful when you come near Gotham?"

Foltz: ...

Yeah, so he didn't go to Gotham.

Who knew the metropolis was so heavy-handed.

"Humans are a creative race, and demons are always relatively dumb, aren't they?"

Reload complete.

This time he used a different gun and just slammed the entire clip up.It seemed that the shot just now was just a confirmation. Humans used a bullet to test the demon's reaction before deciding what to do next.

Now he has counted.

"Brainless".

The corners of Fultz's mouth twitched violently, almost twisting to the base of his ears.

"Isn't it?" Jason said.

Facing the swooping demon, the human raised his gun calmly and let the bullets pour out. The bullet with the power of an angel hit the demon, emitting a golden light, leaving traces of flames on the human retina.

Foltz let out a sharp cry, further revealing his original form.

At this moment, Jason had to back away.

"Don't try to run—!" the salamander growled.

Jason ran faster and immediately circled behind the huge sculpture of the Daily Planet.

Such a big giant salamander rampages with a smell of tar, and I'm afraid I'm a fool if I don't hide!