When Chaoying meets Little Siren

I'm not Krypton.

Why do people keep pronouncing her name wrong.

Val was angry.

She stretched out her left paw and scratched him lightly, originally intending to teach him a lesson.

It turned out that she felt as if she had scratched a rock, and the hard scratch made her tremble all over, and the whole little white dog exploded into a small white ball.

"Hey." The man said softly. "Go scratch someone else."

Val stretched out her paws apprehensively, looking at hers, then at his legs.

He stretched out his claws and tentatively pressed the paw pad on the calf, and tried hard to kick the ground with his hind legs, pushing with his strength, and finally stepped on the calf out of a small dent.

She was inspired, and wanted to step on him again, and the whole little white dog stood up and stepped on his calf.

She finally looked up when she was happy, and saw a section of white-gray trousers dangling on its head.

She doesn't know who this man is yet, she has to see him.

So she grabbed the fluttering trouser leg with her claws, and hooked her claws into the thin fabric to stabilize her body. The right front paw was embedded in the fabric, and her right hind paw was dangling in the air. Shake it.

She raised her left paw like a rock climber without a teacher, and tiptoed her left hind paw in the same way, and jumped hard, and her left front paw was also embedded in the fabric.

"Ouch-"

This is the emotion of victory!The emotion of the brave!

The little white dog is very happy.

She happily wanted to lift herself up with her front paws.

Not strong enough.

She was hung in mid-air.

The little white dog kicked on the calf with its hind paws, planing like swimming, but did not dare to retract its front paws.

So it was hung on the cliff.

It's embarrassing, very embarrassing.

"Ow?"

Val groaned aggrievedly.

Turn your head and look below.

Not high, just about ten centimeters.

But she doesn't want to give up!

A real little siren must have the courage to climb the peak of life and face the unsurmountable difficulties!

The person who had been looking at the little white dog with interest saw that she was about to bite the poor piece of fabric with her teeth, so she moved subconsciously.

His wrists were tightly bound to the chair by black shadows.

The man came to his senses, and the slight smile faded away.After a while, he used his shadow claws to gather up the little monster that was struggling on his trouser leg, and lifted it to his thigh.

"You just don't know how to give up, do you?"

Carl said.

The ball-like little white dog looked back and sniffed in a daze, wanting to see what was going on with the big paw, but the big paw disappeared under the throne like a shadow.

She poked her claws to look up, saw the cliff-like height, and sharpened her claws on his thigh, feeling a little excited to try.

"No, you will get hurt." Carl said, a little helpless, a little funny.

The little white dog glanced at him, its round black eyes were wet, they were lively and curious eyes that every newborn ignorant animal has.

"Wang!"

She yelled at him happily, bent down, and the hair under her belly was crushed, changing from a round snow ball to a flat snow ball.

She was about to jump off.

This height is nothing to a fluffy puppy. A newborn lively little animal runs around in nature, always stepping on a few potholes and slipping in puddles a few times of.

It's just that the black claw appeared again, turning into a palm like a coaxing child, pushing her inside from the edge of the cliff.

The little white dog was not afraid when he saw the palm, he shook his fluffy tail like a small fan, and gave it a milky "owoo".

Then she tentatively stretched out a paw and stepped on the palm, the palm was carefully flattened and stood up all around, forming a basin-like shape.

She put her head on the rim of the basin and looked down.

"No." Carl said.

Hearing his voice, the little white dog looked back at him again, and whined at him twice.

"Just don't, Krypton." Carl repeated.

The palm closed and turned into a black ball, trapping her inside.

The shadow palm was like an extension of him, he could hear and feel the little creature begin to howl anxiously, using the shadow paw as a sharpening board, scratching it.

She even choked out a broken, sharp "Wow!"

She got angry and started grunting from her throat and baring her teeth at Shadow's claws.

"Woof! Woah! Whoooo—"

The little monster yelled in the black ball for a long time, but no one answered it. He shook his head in anger and frustration, was swept around the wet black nose by Mao Mao, and sneezed with a sneeze.

The sneeze directly brought a burst of extreme cold, freezing half of his shadowy paw into a thin layer of ice.

The shadow shrank back with a squeak, and the released little white dog and the ice layer fell on his lap.

The little white dog was also at a loss. He arched the ice layer with the tip of his nose, and planed it with his paws.

The ice melted on his legs, and the ice turned cold into water.

I saw the little white dog sitting on his lap with a little guilt, and gave him a "wow".

She is still willing to whine at him, and she doesn't know that he made the ball that trapped her.

Carl thought.

Carl said softly, "Hey, can you get that off my hand?"

He moved his palm, and the black, shadowy creature that bound him to the throne like shackles squirmed, drawing a red mark on his wrist.

The little white dog glanced at him, pulled its paws to get up from his body, and used its paws to scratch the shadow like a living thing.

Unafraid of her and her sneezes, the living shackles thickened again majestically, surging around his wrists, arching his back like a provocative cat.

The little white dog also arched its back and pushed it with its paws.

"Okay." Carl smiled, stretched out a finger, and touched the little white dog's chin.

He turned his palm sideways and put the little white dog's round head into his palm. Looking at the little creature rubbing its head in his hand, he felt a little regretful.

The little white dog was the only living thing in the place.He has been in this world for more than a week, and sometimes he would hear a small puppy barking, reminding him of the first time he saw Little Krypton, the soft white Kryptonian wagging its tail excitedly at him.

Little Krypton was buried next to Smallwell's cornfield by him, and his favorite red cape was tied on the small tombstone.

"How do you think about the cooperation?" A black mist rolled up like a small storm, and condensed into the appearance of a woman in the air.

A shadow paw opened in front of the little white dog to block the little hurricane.The little white dog was still emotional about the shadow paw, so he scratched it twice, and the shadow paw shook without pain.

The woman wore a black evening dress, her hair was neatly coiled up, and a bright red wild rose was pinned in her hair. She had a beautiful appearance, but her expression carried an unconscious cruelty and certainty.

"You'll have half the power forever, and as long as we cooperate, no one can stand against us, and you can have everything in this world," Charlie said, almost smiling.

This man was selected by Melvis as the teleportation anchor point in that world, and after she was almost full, Melvis also stirred the anchor point into this world.

She was angry about this at first, but then she was pleasantly surprised to find that the power in this man was almost as thick as the ocean.

With him, Charlie thought insatiably, she might even allow the shadows to meddle with things under the sun, instead of hiding forever out of the light like a reptile in the shadows.

So she replaced Melvis with this man, and imprisoned him on the throne she had built for her.

No one can resist the temptation to completely control a world. Think about it, you are the king of a world, you can do everything to this world, and you can kill whoever you want—the kind that can control everything, Great power and power.

Almost without thinking, Charlie knew the answer would be "I do."

Carl clenched his fists, feeling that even without the yellow sun, the power began to return to his body.

"Go to hell."

He said lightly, the shadow claws skyrocketing in front of him.

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The time point of this Yichao is between the second and third years of the Yichao manga, before the bats launch the general attack, and before Yichao puts on the yellow light ring.