[Comprehensive] Dachao's little sister

They put on their clothes and underpants, sat on the ground, and most of their eyes fell on Clark. For this, Clark didn't have the slightest opinion, on the contrary, he was very happy.

Clark, who was sitting opposite them, said that what he said was the truth, not a word of lies. Of course, this was when he wanted to say it. If he didn't want to say it, even if it was a lie, he would not spit it out. one word.

"I'm not a vampire," he said.

This Clark talked from beginning to end, but the werewolves didn't believe it.

So Clark continued: "This world does not only have such wonderful races as werewolves and vampires."

"So you want to say that you are a wizard?" The young man next to Sam couldn't help but mocked: "We have never seen a wizard with red eyes and running so fast. You must know that most of them are body dregs , You didn't recite the mantra at that time, did you?"

"Of course not. It's unbelievable that there are so many wonderful races in this world." Clark was shocked when he heard about the wizard. Even if the werewolf only mentioned it a little, he still felt that he had opened the door to a new world.

"So you say you're not a vampire, so what are you?"

"I am..." Just as Clark was about to reveal his identity, Ning Yang stretched out her hand, and her hand just rested on his palm. This action interrupted Clark's words, and he looked at Ning Yang looked at the werewolf and asked, "Clark can tell you his true identity, but before that, I need your guarantee—you will not tell anyone else what you said tonight."

"It's just rotten in the stomach."

Ning Yang can stay out of their conversation, but before that, she needs to ensure that Clark's identity will not be leaked out. She doesn't want to see Clark being isolated by the earthlings. That scene is very... distressing.

"Are you trying to negotiate terms with us?" The young man frowned, but he was more polite to Ning Yang and didn't mock him.

Regarding this, Ning Yang said: "It's not about conditions, it's about negotiating, because Clark is indeed not a vampire. At the previous dinner, you have tested him, garlic, cross, holy water, he didn't have any vampire reactions, right? ?”

"If he's not a vampire, what is he?"

"So I need your guarantee, because the next words-the amount of information is particularly large, if you must know what race he is."

There was a moment of silence on the werewolf side, and they seemed to be communicating silently, which is really strange.

Ning Yang saw their hesitation. During their hesitation, Ning Yang said: "In fact, you only need to know that Clark is not a vampire, and you don't need to worry about what he is."

Regarding this, Sam, who was sitting at the front and hadn't spoken all this time, spoke, and his words can be confirmed to be the opinions of all their werewolves.

"You know who we are, but we don't know who you are. It's not fair. Of course, if Little Mr. Kent is really not a vampire, then his identity—we guarantee that everyone present will rot the truth in their stomachs. "

"But the premise is that he is good."

Hearing Sam's words, Ning Yang's tense face relaxed slightly. She said, "Of course, he is very good. Similarly, we will be rotten in our stomachs about your identities."

Sam glanced at the oriental girl, twitched the corners of his mouth, said nothing, and agreed.

The hand on the back of Clark's hand patted lightly, and Ning Yang would not intervene any more.

She has got what she wants, of course, to make sure they keep what they say, what she said just now is a reminder - they also know their identities, so...

Ning Yang sighed silently.

At this moment, the hand that was originally on the back of Clark's hand was held, and the thumb was still gently rubbing against the back of her hand, as if to comfort her, but...

Why does she feel like she's being raped?

Ning Yang: emmmmm

This must be an illusion, Clark is not that kind of person.

Clark was very happy, it was necessary, Ning Yang minimized all uncertain factors, for his sake.

He took a deep look at the unconscious Ning Yang, turned his head, and said to the werewolf, "I'm an alien."

……

There was an eerie silence.

Sam pressed his throbbing temples and said to Clark, "Are you kidding us?"

"No, what's so funny about it, I am indeed an alien. When I was very young, I came to the earth and was adopted by my parents." When talking about his parents, Clark's face softened a little, he Looking up, his peculiarity allowed him to clearly see the other person's expression, even though it was dark now, he continued: "As for the red eyes you just mentioned, I'm sorry, that's because I have big mood swings and I can't control it , but it's definitely not the red of a vampire."

"Then what is that?"

"Very dangerous ability." Clark looked at Sam and the others.

Sam asked him, "What a danger?"

"It can penetrate a mountain." Clark said truthfully, but he also omitted one sentence, that is-he only tried it on mountains, and it was very easy.

"Are you joking!? First you said you were an alien, and then you said that your red eyes could go through a mountain. Are you fucking telling us a story?"

"Shut up, Jim." Sam frowned and scolded, immediately making the boy named Jim afraid to speak, but his annoyed eyes kept locking on Clark.

"Anything, if it's just a matter of saying." Sam looked at Clark.

"So?" Clark asked sincerely.

"Let's meet what you call red eyes."

Clark was silent, and his brows were also wrinkled. It seemed that Jim had hit the mark—he was telling a story, and everything he said was a lie!

Just when he was about to taunt Clark again, Clark stood up and said at the same time: "Well, if this is the only way for you to believe what I said, then..."

He pointed to a thick, waist-thick tree behind them and said to them, "See that tree?"

After speaking, his eyes turned red, and then the red light shot out from his eyes, hitting the tree he was talking about, and wisps of black smoke drifted out from the trunk.

The atmosphere froze again.

Sam didn't speak until Clark sat back on the ground, but his voice was a little hoarse, and he said with certainty: "You have controlled your strength."

"Yes, I don't want to hurt more trees. Every tree here is very old." After speaking, Clark looked at the trees pierced by his heat vision again. He felt a little regretful. Maybe he should Refuse, and use another ability, such as floating.

"So you're an alien?"

"Yes."

The werewolves and the young lady were silent.

They are estimated to be restructuring their three views.

It turns out that there really are aliens.

The door to a new world is opening towards them.

"So how many of you are there on earth?" Even the leader, Sam took a moment to recover, but asked Clark this question.

He didn't know how to answer.

In the end, Ning Yang answered for him: "Clark said it before, when he was very young, that is, when he was just born, he was sent to Earth by his family."

So he doesn't know if there are people like him in this world.

His hand was held by Ning Yang again.

"Now Clark has confirmed to you that he is not a vampire, remember what you promised us, rot in your stomach." Ning Yang stared at Sam, she was waiting for Sam's answer.

He was silent for a while, reached a consensus with the werewolf behind him, and said, "We will do this, of course, if Mr. Kent does something bad to humans..."

"He won't!" Ning Yang interrupted Sam resolutely, firmly, with hints of anger: "He is an alien, but he also grew up on the earth. If you have been in touch with him for a long time, you will find that he is a very Nice guy, in every way."

Even though she was angry, she still couldn't help but sincerely and please say the following words.

Sam took a serious look at Ning Yang, this foreign girl who trusted Clark very much, he said, "Okay, I will, but I still have to make it clear that if something like that happens, we werewolves will treat you like vampires." That...you know, Mr. Kent, no matter how much it costs."

Sam jumped over Ning Yang and looked at Clark, who nodded and said, "I know, you are right."

"Don't keep saying that others are right! Clark." Ning Yang turned his head and glared angrily, and squeezed his palm with the hand holding his hand, but...

It is tiring to say it.

"Anyway, I have to think about it from your standpoint."

Clark sighed softly, held the hand that had just squeezed his palm, gently kneaded those fingers, and said, "Okay, okay."

I knew it wasn't reliable when I heard it.

"I really want to bite you to death!" Ning Yang said, grinding his teeth.

Finally, after they parted and went back to sleep, of course, whether they could fall asleep was another question. Sam asked Clark:

"Is your speed also natural?"

"Ah."

Well, it seems that there are many headaches.

When they were leaving, Jacob looked at Clark and the others who didn't intend to go with them. After noticing Jacob's gaze, Clark raised the corners of his mouth and showed a gentle smile. He didn't blame Jacob.

Like he said before - they were right.

There's nothing wrong with being wary of an alien.

After they disappeared into the night, Ning Yang withdrew her hand and moved her red fingers, and said to Clark, "Let's go, go back!"

"Aren't you angry?" Clark asked.

With this question, Ning Yang really wanted to bite him to death, but when she thought of pinching him and her painful fingers, she thought it was better to forget it.

for their own teeth.

"What do you think?" Ning Yang glared at Clark.

"Sorry." Clark apologized suddenly. No matter how angry he was, Ning Yang lost half of his anger when he heard this apology.

"Don't keep apologizing to me, you are right." Ning Yang pulled Clark, took a step, and said to him: "They have gone too far, go back."

"Well, thank you." Clark lowered his head, his face was soft, and his eyes were even more tender. The moonlight happened to pour down from the gaps in the trees. Ning Yang, whose eyes were somewhat adapted to the darkness here, just saw Clark clearly, and couldn't help but There was a jerk.

She turned her head and said uncomfortably: "Thank you!... This is what I should do." She whispered the last sentence.

With that kind of temperament, don't be on guard, who knows if Clark will buy himself.

Hearing Ning Yang's last whispered words, Clark smiled, and said with emotion and sincerity: "It's nice to meet you, Yang."

"Sometimes I think, if I hadn't met you, I would probably be different again."

"Thank you, Yang."

The author has something to say: It’s all like this, don’t you feel your heartbeat yet! ! ?

I'm afraid it's not true what the young lady said--are you a fool?Sister Ningyang.