The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Only the faint chirping of crickets could be heard in the green lawn outside the window.
Ian held up Demon Head and stared nervously at the door blocked by the closet. He kept whispering in Demons's ear, "Hurry up and tell him that Demons's bewitchment cannot be resisted by all living beings. His son has resisted like a hero, but in the end he was defeated by your evil Demons."
"I want to emphasize that it was a tenacious resistance that even you admired, but there was nothing I could do about it. You were too strong." Ian lowered his voice as much as possible, making his voice sound like the buzz of a mosquito.
Even so.
He was still extremely nervous, and regretted that he did not teach Klingon on the way back, otherwise he would have been able to make encrypted calls with Demons in the language of otakus.
"I..."
Demons's perceptive ability allows Demons, which only has its head left, to clearly perceive how powerful the oppressive force exists outside. It simply does not dare to say such words that seek death.
It is hesitating. It is just a Little Demon, which is why he can become a pawn. Therefore, unlike those big Demons, there is no way to stand up in front of Superman.
Superman has low magic resistance?
Demons who believes this, the grass on the grave is already 800 meters high!
Just when Minotaur Demon was about to refuse to obey.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Ian's hammer has struck again.
"Tell my father, in the face of your temptation, I made a strong mental resistance, but failed. Also, you are not allowed to repeat my words directly."
He also gave a warning.
"This won't work!"
Demons gritted his teeth and resisted tenaciously.
However.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The muffled sound in the head is really painful, very painful, and there is an unexplainable pain that touches the soul. Minotaur Demon somewhat admires why he can withstand eighteen blows.
However, it really couldn't resist the nineteenth blow.
Really, really Demons is too strong. It agrees with this statement very much at this moment. When it can't resist at all, Minotaur Demon can only choose to obey.
"Superman! Your son... your son has a really strong willpower... but... ah? Jie Jie Jie? Demons don't laugh like that, oh! I laugh! I laugh!"
"But, oh, Jie Jie Jie Jie, my bewitchment is very scary, very scary, very scary... I haven't forgotten the words! I'm just still brewing my emotions!"
"My charm cannot be violated by all living beings! I am the most powerful Demons among Hell! Look! I speak very smoothly! I am very powerful! I have heard it before! I know how to say it!"
Minotaur Demon is unusually angry.
Ian was cursing in his heart. He was very sure that Demons, with its poor dialogue skills, would definitely not be able to enter the political arena in the future. The best he could do was to join Hollywood as a special guest actor. And just after Minotaur Demon finished speaking his lines honestly, the room once again fell into a silence that could be heard breathing.
outside the door.
There was no response.
Ian's ears were perked up and his vigilance was at its maximum.
The next moment.
His intuition gave him a chilling feeling down his spine.
"You know that I can see and hear you instigating a mutilated Demons, right? And your arrhythmic heartbeat." The old father's voice came unexpectedly from behind.
Ian turned around suddenly.
Only seen.
The old father was trying to squeeze into the room through the window of his room, which was not too big. It was not too big, but in fact it was only so compared to Superman's strong body.
"Oops! I forgot to lock the window!" Ian looked at the hammer in his hand with a slight panic, thinking about the kindness of a father and the filial piety of his son, but after all, he still didn't have the courage to dare to attack. He stared at Clark who had completely squeezed into the room, and quickly put the hammer behind him and held his breath without even daring to take it out.
Ian is still like this.
Demons's head turned pale.
"You're right! This little brat is instigating me!" It still has a strong desire to survive and is crazy about blaming others. As we all know, Demons's flower language is good at betrayal.
Regarding this.
Clark, who straightened his wrinkled shirt, just looked at Demons coldly.
"You know that the person you are accusing is my son, right?" His words carried a seriousness that made Demons's scalp numb. For the first time in his life, Demons tasted what it means to be inhuman inside and out.
Okay.
It is not human in the first place.
Due to Demons's ability, it can feel the terrifying Bio-field of Superman and the terrifying holy soul. The sense of oppression causes crimson sweat to ooze crazily from the head of Demons.
"Zizzizi~"
Demons's sweat dripped onto the ground and corroded small black dots on the wooden floor. At this moment, it felt a more turbulent pressure and its soul began to tremble.
"You also know that this is the floor I paid for, right?" Clark's voice was at least an octave lower than usual. Ian could even hear the sound of his father grinding his teeth.
The loss of a floor.
It's no ordinary pain in the neck for a frugal farm boy.
"It has nothing to do with me! This really has nothing to do with me!" Otherwise, Ian reacted very quickly and threw Demon Head towards Clark like a hot potato.
Clark squeezed it hard with one hand - Demon Head's skull was deforming. However, for Demons, this was far less painful than Ian's evil hammer.
Faced with Destiny, which might be crushed to pieces, it still had some wisdom in its desperation.
"If I said that I am not Demons, I am just a very useful Trash Can... would you believe it?" Demons's voice was shrill, and he didn't dare to look directly into Clark's eyes.
"I'm very valuable! I can be a garbage collection station and I will definitely make enough money to compensate for your floors!" It has even begun to steal Ian's ideas.
"????"
Clark looked at the creature calling itself "Trash Can" in his hand, and then at his son's innocent face. The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and then he took a deep breath.
He seemed to be trying to calm down.
"Tomorrow,"
Clark finally spoke, with obvious restraint in his voice, "I will find you a large cabinet that is safe and reliable enough for you to put your... weird toys."
He paused noticeably on the word "toy."
"Ah?"
Ian thought that "father's love" would come.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true fatherly love instead of Clark taking off his belt on the spot.
"Is this really okay?"
He still hasn't come to his senses yet, so he seems a little cautious in his tentative words. One thing is that Ian originally thought that Clark should have an extremely old-fashioned character.
"As long as you don't stuff this damn thing under your mother and I's bed and take appropriate safety measures, then it'll be fine." Clark's expression looked extremely helpless.
However, he still nodded to Ian - as a child who was also extremely special, Clark may understand better than anyone else how to learn to accept the specialness of children.
his parents.
He has set the best example in the past.
Now.
Of course it was his turn.