The Death Knell

"Stop! Don't come here!"

Because Harry was wearing high heels, her footsteps were more obvious, so when she walked down the stairs, Diana and Carla had already walked out of the butler's room and met in the hall.

Who else could be the figure behind Harley at this time? Of course it is Superman Milkman, but now he has a helpless expression on his face, and on the M letter on his chest, someone even drew a big S with lipstick on top.

It probably wanted to cover up the embossed letter below, but it didn't cover it completely, which resulted in the words "S and M" on Superman's chest now, which makes people feel a bit abnormal.

But seeing Superman, Diana was not very happy, because not long ago, everyone had a fight, so she immediately picked up the sword and shield, and shouted for the milkman to stop.

"Relax. Dai, it's us.

Harley, who was bouncing around while walking, raised her hand and showed the golden thread in her hand. The mantra lasso was still wrapped around Milkman:

"My treatment is complete, but I don't know if it's cured, hee hee, he said he remembered, but I'm not familiar with Superman, so I'll bring him down now, let you ask Question. Quickly take the rope, and then I'm going to find something to drink, I'm dying of thirst after talking so much."

Psychotherapy, also known as speech therapy, is not without consumption, it is mainly a waste of saliva.

Although Harley is still smiling now, she feels that smoke is coming out of her throat. No one knows how complicated Milkman's treatment is. He wakes up a personality who thinks he is dead from the subconscious, and then puts the external killing The crazy personality is sealed into the deepest part of the soul, this kind of work is not something ordinary people can do.

Thinking of this, Little Tangdou raised her chin again, because she was once again sure that she was the number one psychologist in the universe.

"Don't say that, Ms. Quinn, you are Batman's friend, and of course I am also a friend. We are still very familiar." Milkman showed a naive smile, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch his head , but he, who was rolled into a spring roll by a noose, couldn't do this.

"Come on, let's see what you call me, Ms. Quinn." Harry hoarsely imitated Superman's voice, and his head was still shaking artificially: "My acquaintances don't call me that, they call me I'm Harley cutie, baby darling, or crazy bitch, stinky bitch, shit, except no one calls me Ms. Quinn.

"The insulting title is too disrespectful. It's not right. I stick to my title because you saved me." When Superman said this, he looked down at his chest, but saw the two letters Afterwards, the smile stiffened a bit.

"Balabala, don't talk nonsense, I hate you superheroes talking about big things, what is right and wrong? Can you eat it? Just live, be realistic.

But Harley didn't appreciate it at all. Her mouth twisted, she walked towards Wonder Woman, and handed over the end of the rope in her hand:

"I leave it to you, Xiao Dai. In my opinion, this Superman is fine. The thought bubble above his head has turned red and blue, but you should double check, if it is fake. We can Castrate him first to force him to tell the truth, hee hee..."

Diana was thinking, her eyes fell on the mantra lasso, Harry just handed the lasso back, then slapped his **** and ran away towards the kitchen, seeming very confident in his healing effect.

It's just that what she said is a bit incomprehensible, what is the thought bubble on the head? What is that? What does the color represent?

But before Xiao Dai asked, Halle, who was wearing high heels and a dress, had disappeared around the corner of the corridor, running so fast.

"Hi, Diana, Cousin Kara, sorry for the trouble." Superman showed an embarrassed smile, and he shrugged: "I'm troubling everyone again, this is the Wayne Mansion, right? Is Batman there? I have some questions." I want to discuss things with him.”

"I remembered, you are my cousin, Kal-El!" Kara had a smile on her face at this time, she seemed to be very excited and covered her head with her hands, as if a dead memory was attacking her: "I remember up, so

There are lost memories back, yes, you used to **** a lot when I hugged you!"

She should have really remembered it. It was something that happened before Krypton was destroyed, and she didn't even know the death knell, so she couldn't instill it in her through strangulation.

In other words, the memory came back, and so did this Superman.

"Uh, can you not mention what happened back then? I was just a baby at that time, and I don't have the impression of what you remember." Clark was a little helpless, especially since Diana had heard this embarrassing story, so he took the initiative to change the subject: "Wonder Woman, if you need to verify my identity, I happen to be bound by a noose of truth. You can ask something that only you and I know."

"Oh, yes, what is your favorite food?" Diana was not polite, after all, she was responsible for everyone's life. She pulled the noose, and the rope, which looked ordinary in Harry's hands, was in the hands of the original owner. The golden light in the hand is shining brightly.

Hearing his question, Superman smiled and shook his head. This is indeed a question that only he and Diana know the answer to.

Superman has no real food preference, because for children, eating all kinds of food can get a balanced nutritional intake, so Superman needs to be a role model, set an example by not being picky eaters, and promote the spirit of precious food and caring for food.

So he eats everything, no favorite food, but it was Diana who asked the question and she knew what the real Superman would say and the fake Superman couldn't.

"Ice cream, if you ask me what I like to eat, I like ice cream."

Nodding confidently, Superman said the answer. Even though his eyes and mouth were covered with metal, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"...

With a flick of her wrist, Diana retracted her noose, rolled it up with her forearm like a coil of yarn, and reached out to help remove the barrier equipment on Superman's face:

"Welcome back, Clark, you scared us to death.

Yes, for both Diana and Superman, the answer was ice cream.

Because Superman is a good guy, so if everyone goes shopping and eating, he will choose to take the initiative to order something that his friends like to eat.

When going out with Diana, he would say that he likes to eat ice cream, and then buy two, one for Diana.

If it was going out with Batman, and the question was asked by the bat, the answer would be that he likes to eat Alfred's cooking, and then both of them come to Wayne Mansion and enjoy a family dinner.

And if you go out with the Martian Manhunter, UU reads www.uukanshu. com Superman loves chocolate biscuits; when he goes out with Barry, he loves all kinds of high-calorie junk food; when he goes out with Arthur, Superman loves fish, etc...

Do you understand now? The real Superman will always think about his friends around him. He can sacrifice his life for his companions, let alone some small accommodations in life. This is something that everyone in the Justice League knows.

After all, he’s actually fine even if he doesn’t eat anything, as long as he basks in the sun, he can recharge his batteries.”

Since he is fine in everything, why not make the people around him feel better too? This is not about seeking perfection or pleasing others, his character is like this, he is a good person.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that either." Superman rubbed his face, and quickly rubbed the lipstick on his chest: "I encountered a powerful enemy before, and it messed up my mind. Until now, the back of my head hurts like I got hit by something."

Diana just smiled, and at the same time asked Kara to support Kraka first, but did not say that Superman was indeed hit by a pan when delivering milk. It was not a psychological trauma but a physical trauma.