I almost ruled the world

Brianna quickly lowered her head, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the black smoke wrapped around her wrist disappear in the next second.

When she adjusted her expression and pretended not to know anything, Clark was already standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" Noticing his gaze shifted from her stomach to her hands, Briana looked up and looked at him with hatred.

But Clark seemed to have easily seen through her poor disguise. He lowered his head and sighed silently, then suddenly closed his eyes, and asked the question that had never been answered, "Why?"

"What?" Briana frowned at him.

Seeing her pretending to be incomprehensible, Clark couldn't help but smile.

Then, after she didn't react at all, Clark suddenly raised his hand.

In the next second, a familiar figure appeared in the air out of thin air. The slender body of the hanging rope witch flew into the air, her hands firmly grasping Clark's arm, and she kept struggling in his hand.

Hanging Rope Witch, now this name seems a little bit ironic.

The demagogic witch is now hanging in the hands of others, and her life is in danger.

Brianna yelled at him angrily, "It's none of her business!"

It's just that before she finished speaking, something with dark green fluorescence suddenly fell from the witch's hand, bounced off the ground crisply, and then rolled down in front of Brianna, as if it was slapping her face.

This was something Brianna knew all too well.

It's kryptonite.

If you insist on the source... Brianna asked the witch to collect it for her before, just in case it is needed.

Brianna really didn't expect that, unlike the other villains who were alienated, the witch Daisy would appear at this time, and even want to take the risk of giving her kryptonite?

Brianna suddenly couldn't say a word, just looked at her blankly, a little in disbelief.

After all, she never behaved properly in front of him, and what she said seemed to be a joke. Brianna always thought that after her own failure, she would hide into the world where dark creatures belonged.

But then, the strong disobedience caused her to shift her gaze from Daisy's constantly struggling body to Clark's indifferent face, and an unknown fear made her scalp start to tingle.

Why?Touching the kryptonite, he showed no signs of weakness.

On the contrary... Brianna felt like she was falling all over, and she felt cold all over her body.

Clark raised his leg and silently kicked the piece of kryptonite into the far corner.

Then, he looked at her, just quietly watching the surprise, shock and fear flashing across her face, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Now, Superman has no weaknesses, not even kryptonite can hurt him anymore.

Soon, she realized that Clark was begging him.

Brianna was at a loss as she looked at the witch in pain, who was so small that she looked like an ant in the hands of a powerful and terrifying ruler...

And now, she herself is nothing more than an ant.

But, but, she didn't call Daisy to help her either.It was she who wanted to come, she was prepared to die, how could it be her fault?

no no.

Stop making excuses, Brianna Byers, are you a weak coward again now?

Look what you were thinking just now?

Maybe Clark is right, he really has no heart, and even thinks that other people's lives and deaths are irrelevant to him, even if it is Daisy who wants to give her kryptonite at the risk.

Then what should she do, is she really going to beg him?

To say something stupid like 'please let her go', 'she's innocent, it's all my fault...'?

But if you don't say...

There was a hint of pleading in her eyes that she couldn't detect, but in the end she just moved her dry lips, but she still couldn't say what she wanted to say.

How can these true thoughts with wounds and blood and tears come out?

It seemed that there were those disturbing noises lingering around her ears again, her world seemed to be full of holes, and every place was full of wounds.

So much so that the previous anger lost any confidence.

Brianna finally understood that something must be wrong with her.

Otherwise, why would she feel sad because of those who have nothing to do with her?

Seeing that Daisy's struggle gradually slowed down, Brianna's nose was sore, and tears mixed with the grievance and pain she had suffered for a long time rushed out of her eyes and flowed down.

She suddenly hated her own powerlessness and her indifference.

"I ordered her." Brianna choked up, "You just torture me."

Clark closed his eyes slowly again, his face lost all expression except disappointment.The god who saved the world and represented the light in the past seems to be never seen again.

Is it because of her?

But he doesn't love himself anymore.

Besides, why did she take it all on herself?

But seeing Clark showing such an expression, she suddenly wanted to explain again.

Especially... here we go again.Why does my heart feel so sore and painful when I look at him like this?

There must be something wrong with her.

Help, who can fix her?

There was a dull impact, and Brianna opened her teary eyes and saw Daisy, who was lying on the ground and panting hard, being controlled by the rushing guards.

"No!" Daisy said while shaking her head, "Kill it, Brianna, it's wrong..."

it?Briana couldn't understand what she was trying to say for a moment, but she just felt that she couldn't let Daisy be taken away.

She raised her head to look at him again, but she was caught off guard, and her strong arms embraced her again without a doubt.

Brianna didn't dare to struggle this time to say "let go of me" and other unscrupulous words, her brain was thinking quickly.

At the same time, Clark carried her through the light and dark corridors and threw her hard on the bed.

When the light and shadow of the aisle moved on his face, Clark suddenly remembered General Zod who had to be killed by him, he thought the last few compatriots on earth.

And now...

Looking down at the vigilant Brianna, his throat was dry, and his deep voice was still filled with pain, "If this is punishment."

As he spoke, he reached out and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs—it nearly deformed her face—but Clark couldn't laugh.

He just looked at the woman in front of him, then slowly moved his gaze down, and gently placed his palm on her abdomen.

Feeling that subtle, almost inaudible second heartbeat.

It was supposed to be another of his people in this world, the deepest connection between him and Brianna.

Brianna looked at him blankly, feeling the gradually increasing pressure from his palm, perhaps it was the dull pain that caused her to wake up suddenly, she suddenly asked in a panic subconsciously, "What do you want to do? ?”

As if he really didn't know anything about what he was doing.

Clark stopped suddenly, the pain in his heart seemed to tear him in half...

How could he do it?How could he think he could do it?

"You won, Brianna Byers, you won..."

Clark suppressed his trembling voice, and tried hard to keep the pain in his eyes. He knew that he looked extremely embarrassed, but he still had to be exposed to the person he loved deeply but kept hurting.

He must have broken somewhere.

Who can fix him?