[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

Tony finally took a step back.

When he flew across the United States to Smallville, Kansas, the cozy and beautifully decorated cabin was empty.

The unburned ashes in the fireplace shone sporadically red, with residual heat that had not dissipated, and the colored lights hung on the Christmas tree beside it were flickering. It was obviously a joyous festival, but the spacious room did not There is no popularity, leaving only the air that is still warm.

There was a suffocating silence in the room, Tony's hand hanging by his side was loose and tight, and the palm cannon in his palm kept flashing.

He is angry now.

If Clark was standing in front of him right now, he probably wouldn't hesitate to slam his fist into his face.

It's a pity that Clark is not here now.

People used to say that Tony Stark was an emotional person, but at this juncture, Tony found that his mind was surprisingly calm.

He looked around, but found nothing.

Although his breathing problem had been considered until the design of Mark's armor, Tony suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe at this moment.

"Xiao Jia." Tony said, "Now check what's wrong with the breathing system in the armor."

Xiao Jia checked it again and said, "No problem, Sir."

Tony didn't believe it, but said stubbornly: "No, there is something wrong with it, check it again, Xiao Jia."

However, Xiao Jia has checked it thousands of times, and the breathing system that controls the air circulation of the Mark armor is still in good condition, and the cold air is continuously sent into the Mark armor through the filter.

So Xiao Jia had no choice but to answer: "Sir, there is no problem."

Tony didn't say anything.

He knew that since there was no problem with the system, it could only be his problem.

Tony just felt that he couldn't breathe, and his chest was tight, so he simply opened the mask that covered his face.

There is a faint sweet aroma in the air, the aroma of cream and desserts, but the open door let the whistling wind and snow sweep away most of it, leaving only an almost negligible smell.

The smell slowly poured into Tony's nostrils.

Looking back, Tony had unknowingly raised his feet and walked to the dining table. When he recovered, his gaze had already fallen on the messy gingerbread man on the table.

This is not Joshua's handwriting.

Tony thought, his younger brother always has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and always likes to put things neatly. Now the gingerbread men in the basket are scattered on the table. If it is Joshua, he must Will be neatly arranged again.

But not now.

It was because it was too late.

Tony didn't want to think about it anymore. He turned his head and saw a bag of gingerbread men thrown on the corner of the table.

The bag of gingerbread men had the helmet of the now-famous Iron Man painted in red and yellow icing, and a small red heart on the gingerbread man's body.

There was also a sentence written on it with a small sticky note——

Tony Stark is the best brother.

His eyes were blank for a moment, but the strength of his hands was very gentle, and he carefully unwrapped the fragile wrapping paper, revealing the gingerbread man with a sweet fragrance inside.

He picked up a piece and put the biscuit in his mouth.

The crunchy biscuit melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that slowly flowed into Tony's stomach.

It was a gift his brother didn't send.

Tony can even imagine that if there were no clowns, maybe tonight Joshua would be like the night of Thanksgiving, with the big blue guy who he really disliked carrying a bag full of clowns on his shoulders. The gingerbread man with his heart flew to Marbury's villa to give him a small package of sweet gingerbread men, and maybe Joshua would show a happy smile and give him a sweet close kiss.

But now, there is nothing left.

Tony ate the gingerbread man bit by bit with no expression on his face, and then flew out of the hut in the snow without any hesitation.

"Xiao Jia, find the clown." Tony said in a cold voice, "I'm going to kill him."

Fighting with another self is no fun.

Although Clark rarely expresses it, he is indeed proud of his super physical fitness, including his Kryptonian blood.

He once traveled the entire universe just hoping to find his own kind, but this does not mean that he would be delighted by the clones who also have Kryptonian blood.

He looked at the clone flying in the mid-air in the wilderness with dull eyes, and felt disgusted.

Fortunately, with the help of Barry, he escaped from the underground base full of kryptonite powder, and Clark was finally able to let go of the fight without any scruples.

The clone created by Luthor using Clark's genes may be comparable to Clark's physical fitness, and may be loyal and will only obey the orders of the person who created him, but also his Achilles heel will only be the person who created him.

So under the cooperation of Barry and Hal who came in a hurry, Luthor, who was hiding in layers of armor, was dragged out by the joint efforts of Hal and Barry.

And the clone of the person who lost control was like a mouse in the palm of a tiger, whose neck was easily twisted by Clark.

He knelt on the ground panting heavily, and beside him was the clone lying limp on the ground without breathing.

Wiping the blood spilling from his mouth, Clark supported his body to stand up from the ground and flew to Luthor's side.

"I thought we could coexist peacefully, Luther." Clark said with deep eyes, "but maybe I'm wrong."

Even though he has become a prisoner, Luther still holds his head high, and despite being in a mess, he still looks like a gentleman.

"Of course it's wrong." Luther broke free from the hands of Barry and Hal that were restraining him, and lightly flicked the dust off his sleeves with his fingers.

"We will never be able to coexist peacefully, as long as there is a chance—" Luther said word by word: "I will definitely kill you."

Such deep hatred may seem inexplicable to some people, but only Luthor and Clark understand how irreconcilable the contradiction between the two of them is under the accumulated accumulation of time.

Clark knew that it was useless for him to talk too much. In fact, he didn't have the heart to say anything to Luther. He was about to return to his heart now, and the only thing he was thinking about was Joshua and Martha in Smallville.

Although the battle with Luthor has been delayed for a long time, it's still Christmas, so it's not too late, if you go back earlier, maybe you will have a long and sweet kiss with your lovely lover under the mistletoe.

Thinking about it this way, the body that has just experienced a fierce battle does not seem to be very tired.

"Flash, Green Lantern, take Luther back to the watchtower." Clark said to Barry and the two, "I have other things to do now."

He can't wait to get back to his ranch in Kansas and give Joshua and Martha a hug.

Of course Barry and Hal would not stop it, but when Clark's toes just left the ground, Luthor, whose wrists were bound, laughed softly.

"What's the matter with you? Superman?" Luthor raised his face, the smile on his tough face was the same hypocrisy as before, but there was deep malice in the depths of his eyes.

"Is it with your little boyfriend?" Luther chanted in a regretful tone: "That's a pity, maybe you will never see him again."

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What does Luther mean?

Clark didn't understand, and didn't want to.

He staggered from the metropolis to Smallville, and almost had no time to dodge the geese in the sky, but when he stood outside the house, Clark was momentarily at a loss.

He thought, what about people?

My mother, my love, where are they?

When they said goodbye tomorrow morning, they were still making delicious gingerbread men in the house. Why did they disappear within a few hours?

As the sun set, the dim light cast a blood-like color on the snow on the ground. When Clark walked into the house where he had lived for decades, he felt a little dazed for a moment.

The flame burning in the fireplace had been extinguished long ago, and the gray-white ashes piled up in the black fireplace to form a small mound, while the packed gingerbread men fell all over the ground. Clark walked over step by step, walking in the middle, He suddenly seemed to have stepped on something.

He looked down, and at his feet was a bag of crushed Gingerbread Man.

There was a crack between the head and body of the little Gingerbread Superman, and the black dirty line fell on Gingerbread Superman's face through the transparent bag, like a winding tear trail.

Clark bent down and picked up the bag of gingerbread men. He didn't dare to use force. The crunchy gingerbread men could be crushed with just a little force from Clark. How could Clark have the heart to destroy Joshua's serious gift?

He put the Gingerbread Superman on the table carefully, and wiped off the dust on it bit by bit with his fingers.

It was just a bag of ordinary biscuits, but in Clark's eyes, it seemed like a rare treasure.

Barry exhausted all his strength and finally caught up with Smallville. He held on to the door panel and panted non-stop, looking at the room where he was wiping the dust off the bag, and Clark stammered.

"Ultra-superman!" Barry panted, "The clown--the clown was caught by Iron Man."

The clown didn't hide his tracks very carefully, rather he just stood there and waited for someone to catch him.

It's just that the fact that Iron Man is a little faster than Batman makes him a little bit dissatisfied.

Even though he was locked in the prison of the watchtower, with heavy shackles on his body, the clown sat on the only chair with his legs crossed, humming a song and beating the beat, completely ignoring Wonder Woman who was watching him wait for others

He is obviously a prisoner, but he himself looks like a tourist.

Tony didn't know how to restrain his character, he almost rushed forward and grabbed his collar when he saw the clown, his honey brown eyes were bloodshot.

"Where did you hide him?" Tony's fingertips turned blue, and the palm cannon with the blue light on his palm was already aimed at his clown's head. With just a slight movement, the clown's head would be blown into pieces on the spot.

"You don't want to know what I'm up to."

The tight collar made the clown turn blue. In fact, he had already been beaten by Tony before he was taken to the watchtower. Although his body was sore, he laughed out loud: "Well, wellwell, don't So angry, Iron Man."

"Anger makes people lose their minds, irrational people always do wrong things, don't they"

After finishing speaking, the clown turned his head to look at Batman standing aside, his eyes were faintly mad, like a poisonous snake spitting out snake letters, tightly wrapped around Bruce's body, just waiting for the opportunity to catch up Will give him a fatal blow.

"Oh, little bat." The clown sighed softly, "You didn't find me first, I'm really lost."

Before Bruce could answer, the door of the watchtower had been knocked open. Clark walked into the hall of the watchtower step by step, followed closely by Barry who was silent but silent.

Barry swore that he had seen the red light in Clark's eyes. Just before coming to the watchtower, Clark even smashed a hill during the flight. He thought he should say something, but looking at Clark's red eyes, Barry I was speechless for a while.

What's the use of saying more, can you find the location information of Joshua and Martha?

Barry thought of this, so he was silent.

Everyone was worried about whether Superman would break the clown's neck on the spot, even Bruce himself had prepared a tool that could temporarily restrain the rampaging Superman.

But Clark didn't do anything. He walked up to the clown, holding a bag of broken gingerbread men in his hand.

"Where are they," Clark said. "You know where they are, Joker."

Clark's body still bears the injury he received from Luthor. Because of the pain and fear, Clark's hands have been shaking slightly. Even though his heart was burning with anger, he didn't dare to do anything to the clown. He knew that if the clown appeared What happened, then Martha and Joshua, who don't know where they are, will also be in danger.

The clown looked at the embarrassed Superman in front of him, he found it funny, so he laughed even louder.

"Let's play a game, Superman." The clown stopped laughing and said meaningfully: "It's a very simple game, what do you think?"

As if by coincidence, just as the clown finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the watchtower's communicator. Bruce quickly clicked to accept, and the golden twin ponytails of Harlequin Harry followed on the screen.

She bent down and looked at the camera curiously, and screamed in surprise when she found that the video was connected.

"pudding--!"

"Oh—what did you do to my pudding!" Harry's eyes fell on the clown, and immediately after seeing the bruised cheeks of the clown, he let out a piercing scream: "How dare you hit him! You bastards!"

Tony sneered: "If possible, I want his life more."

The expression on Harley's face was distorted due to anger. She grabbed the camera with both hands, and the entire screen was her face with exaggerated makeup.

"No—don't hurt my pudding!"

It's just that Harley's deep love didn't get an equal return. Instead, it was the clown who made Harley shut up first.

"Shut up—Harry!" The clown stretched his neck and looked at Harry on the screen: "What did I tell you?"

The angry expression on Harry's face disappeared in an instant, and the terrified expression didn't look like the crime queen of Gotham at all, only the clown could be seen in his eyes.

"Don't be angry, Pudding, I've already done what you asked me to do."

Harry looked at the clown flatteringly, moved his body away and photographed everything behind him.

Behind her was a dark warehouse, probably just sorted out, the sundries were piled up together, and there was a thick layer of dust on it.

Martha and Joshua, who were kidnapped, were hiding not far behind Harry. Their eyes and mouths were blocked with cloth by Harry, and their bodies were tied to wooden chairs with thick ropes.

Tony subconsciously called Joshua's name, but Joshua hung his head and did not respond.

They are still comatose.

"You only have half an hour, Superman." The clown turned his head to look at Clark, the corners of his mouth became more and more curved, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Let me see if the famous god on earth can rescue his mother and his beloved lover within half an hour—"

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[Comprehensive Master Mantra] Lick to the end everything you need

Hello everyone.

My name is Yuan, and I am a curse spirit.

Although I have lived for thousands of years, my strength can barely be called the top three among the curse spirits, but I prefer to eat and drink while admiring beauties than slaughtering human beings like other curse spirits.

I always thought that my life as a curse spirit would be spent in such a mediocre way, until one day I went to the Cowherd's shop and met the girl of my dreams.

No one can resist the combination of white hair and blue eyes!

In order to be able to get along with the lover of my dreams day and night, I not only pretended to be a customer of the cowherd shop, greeted him with care, and spent a lot of money on him, but also fought for him.

Just when I thought I was about to win this once-in-a-thousand-year beauty, I was shocked to find——

My dream lover smashed the head of the super magic spirit with a punch.

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Yuan: "Is it too late for me to say that I have admitted the wrong person?"

Gojo Satoru: "What do you say? My dear?"

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Question: What should I do if the dream lover who fell in love at first sight and I are not only old enemies, but he can also smash my head with one punch?

答：舔，舔到最后，应有尽有。感谢在2020-11-2421:41:08~2020-11-2823:16:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I resigned from Chang'an to come to one;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of wolf vernacular; 30 bottles of Nie Nie~&;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!