Clark leaned cross-legged in front of the mural of Kryptonian civilization. The huge spacecraft's porthole had a very vast view, and there was a white snow scene outside.

Those blue eyes were not focused, and they seemed to be in a pure daze.

Faced with such a pure color extreme cold state, even the chaotic thinking can gradually calm down.

Kryptonians living on Earth almost seem to be standing on the tip of a needle, and if they are not careful, they will become demons... Any out-of-control emotions of anger are dangerous. As Clark's ability increases day by day, he finds it more and more white. This blue planet is simply fragile in front of him like porcelain.

It is a shaking glass placed on the edge of the table. If you are not careful, it will fall and smash it.

Everything that happened today seemed to be reappearing yesterday, but the difference is that he was more prepared and there were people who led the way for him. Although the tutor had not responded for a while, this was normal. Not all communication between the two was replying at any time.

At the moment, Clark was just accustomed to waiting quietly.

On the contrary, Joe seemed a little worried about him. He silently adjusted the air composition and temperature of the outpost to more adapt to the physiological characteristics of the earth, and the black figure disappeared.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from the distant aisle.

Clark turned around in surprise and saw a soft white puppy not far away, staring at him curiously with pure black eyes.

There was no fear in his eyes, it was pure and soft, but from the outside, it looked no different from ordinary puppies on earth.

"...Little guy, how did you come here?"

Clark certainly knew that in this Kryptonian spacecraft located below the Arctic ice, a normal puppy should not appear.

"I found it in the outpost's biological compartment." Joel's consciousness has taken over the outpost and can theoretically appear anywhere on the spacecraft at any time. "The biological specimens are also from Krypton, but... I changed him into an Earth shape."

The puppy seemed to be just a month old, and its four small claws were obviously too soft, so they were a little stumbled when walking.

Clark watched it hit him in his arms without recognizing it, then raised his neck and screamed in a pity.

No dog owner can refuse this.

He rubbed the puppy's furry head, who was touched and narrowed his eyes comfortably, and took out his round belly.

Joel took his hands behind his back and saw their interaction in satisfaction.

"Are you willing to take him in? After all, it's too big and too deserted."

"Of course." Clark finally smiled, and indeed Furry had the ability to heal everything.

He lifted the puppy to parallel to him and rubbed his face affectionately, "I'll call you... how about Xiao Kr? We have another brother in our family, you have to get along well."

Xiao Kr wagted his tail obediently.

He was really smart and learned simple commands such as sitting down and shaking hands all at once. Clark quickly became familiar with him for the rest of the time. However, he waited from noon until the sun was about to set, but still did not wait for his mentor to reply to him.

If you stay in the fortress of loneliness, you will be afraid you will miss the meal.

He had to put Xiao Kr in his pocket and pretended that he had picked up the little guy on the way to school. Of course, Jonathan and Martha didn't doubt anything, but they felt a little sorry for how could anyone abandon such a small puppy so cruelly.

Clark looked nervously as Martha went to the kitchen to prepare food for the puppy, mudded potatoes and ham pieces, but it was obvious that the skinned Kryptonian puppy was very happy to eat, and even licked the basin with unsatisfactory feelings.

Hank looked very cautious. At Jonathan's greeting, the black adult dog came over reluctantly and smelled the little guy who was not as big as his head.

Everything that happened today seemed a bit fantastic, and Clark buried himself in the quilt early.

Soft and comfortable pillows, familiar environment, he was distracted and heard his parents' familiar and steady heartbeat. The wind blew across the fields and the corn leaves rustled. A loaded truck was roaring a few kilometers away. A man on the coast lit the lighthouse for the return ship, and the Atlantic white sea birds flapping their wings in the sky...

In theory, Kryptonians do not need to sleep. They can be resurrected in the same place by basking in the sun. In the past, they just lie in bed with their eyes closed until dawn due to the habit they developed during childhood. But today, he actually felt that he gradually lost consciousness and could not feel his body and all the external sounds disappearing... Deep sleep.

Although I always feel something is wrong, the feeling of massaging my brain is really great if I feel trapped in a velvet quilt and white noise. Clark was thinking in a daze...

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I felt a strange sight around me.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

What caught my eye was a dimness, but it was definitely not the ceiling of my room.

Clark first stared at the darkness above him in a daze, and continued to be confused for several seconds.

...Are you dreaming?

He moved his fingers, and then he found that all his superpowers seemed to have disappeared.

“The vigilance is too bad.”

A silent voice rang out.

The moment the sound fell, all the scenes around began to twist quickly like magic, like textures of water waves, the colors became brighter, the lines gradually became clear, and the light was almost dazzling for a moment, but the room that transformed after the strong light was the same as the inside of the Kryptonian spacecraft he had just seen today.

It cannot be said that it is exactly the same.

Although there is no change in general, there are obviously many items added around, including many second-hand furniture that looks incompatible with the cold technology around.

Clark had already crawled up and looked around with caution. Then he realized that he was just lying on a bench sofa, and there was a blanket with a frayed edge there.

...Isn't this the pattern I saw my mother sewing a few days ago?

He thought uncertainly.

"The reaction is not good." The man's voice appeared again, and it seemed to have a tone of regret.

"If someone takes action, it's enough for you to die several times."

Clark looked up.

The man had blue eyes deeper than the glacier. He was wearing a white suit, elegant and classical, as dazzling as a god. Even if he just sat on an ordinary armchair casually, he was reflected like a noble throne.

His expression seemed a little gloomy, and his whole body exuded a breath of oppression and oppression. A ruby ​​pendant chain on his slender black glove was particularly eye-catching, and it shone with a dazzling rose luster.

Long thin golden chains are wrapped around fingertips, with the elegance of asceticism.

...It was a very familiar face, full of the pressure of the gods on earth.

Clark was in a daze and felt that he would be like this after several years.

The man was fiddling with the necklace casually, his ice-blue eyes were like the wolf king in a winter night, full of aggressive aggression.

But Clark did not feel any hostility or threat at all, but gradually became familiar with it.

"Teacher..." He quietly spoke, like a puppy lost in the dark wind and snow, nervously trying to confirm whether it was his familiar face.

The man on the throne lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at something, and finally nodded slightly with a reserved look.

In an instant, Clark let down his vigilance and smiled overjoyed.

Yes, after all, who can know this place except Kryptonians?

Such a brilliant and relaxed smile seemed to make people's emotions clear. The lord's momentum seemed to be infected a little milder, and the chill in his eyes gradually broke through the ice.

The next second, he felt Clark, who was already in the shape of a young man, pounced on him, as if he wanted to give himself a hug.

The Lord of Justice subconsciously stiffened his body first, but did not avoid it, feeling the boy's soft black curly hair rubbing against his neck.

He instinctively dislikes anyone who contacts him, cannot trust, maliciousness, disaster...

But no one can refuse this.

Simple and enthusiastic, clear spring water that can be seen to the end is like no suspicion or harm. There is unconcealed happiness and joy in those beautiful blue eyes. No one can reject Kryptonian puppy, even Superman himself.

"...You are much calmer than I thought." The Lord of Justice tidied up his slightly wrinkled coat with a little uncomfortable feeling.

"I didn't expect that I could actually meet the tutor." The pure blue eyes were astonishingly bright, making people feel that if he had a tail behind him, he would definitely be shaking like a propeller at this time.

"You are careless and slow to react. You have to learn how to protect yourself when you lose your superpowers." However, as soon as the words changed, Lord Superman just relaxed, as if he suddenly became that familiar and slightly picky criticism.

The smile on Clark's face turned brighter, but he was considerate and did not expose the way he wanted to return to his comfort zone on purpose: "Please! My 'to learn' list is enough for the next year. Can't your syllabus be lined up in the back?"

He was arrogant with a little student-like favor, and was obviously immersed in a joyful mood, and he didn't care about such a little cold water at all.

This time, his mentor lowered his eyes instead, "There is not so much time..."

"What?" He didn't hear the whisper clearly, but instead saw the red gems wrapped around the instructor's hand, trembling slightly.

"But, what is this..."

Then, he was surprised to find that the trembling became more and more obvious, as if he was under some tremendous pressure, and spider web cracks that could be seen in the naked eye began to appear inside the gem.

The surrounding environment, which was originally full of light, also became flickering, as if a broken light bulb was flashing wildly.

The space began to withdraw and twist, and an unknown aura was revealed everywhere.

"Teacher?" Clark immediately stood up, looked around vigilantly, and habitually made an action of holding people behind each other.

The Lord Superman looked at his unpredictable back, who was not so generous, standing in front of him.

He is still very young and has never seen the true appearance of the world. Compared to so many heroes he has seen, his figure can even be said to be thin...

The man finally looked at the ruby ​​in his hand with some regret. It was obvious that it had reached its limit under the double pressure of time and space power.

With the golden pendant chains, they disappeared into a pile of ordinary dust at the moment they broke and scattered lightly into the air.

The chair behind him slowly disappeared like quicksand. The moment he stood up, the suit turned into a pure white cloak uniform and slowly floated up.

The boy in front of him was unaware of it. The lord couldn't help but reach out and rub the little black curly hair. His voice was unprecedentedly gentle: "Don't worry, this is just a dream I created."
Chapter completed!