For Clark.
This is the inheritance of his family concept.
And for Ian.
He still couldn't understand such an unexpected situation.
"Thank you! Dad!" Of course, he was still very grateful to his old father for his understanding. There was an expression of surprise on his face, and he stepped forward and gave Clark a firm hug.
He could feel his father's muscles tense for a moment.
Then he felt helpless and relaxed again.
The warmth that has the color of logging is overflowing.
And at this time.
"Your body changes have something to do with you pretending to be Batman, right?" Clark suddenly asked, causing Ian's body to stiffen again.
Sure enough, even though he hugged him with affection, he still couldn't escape. Ian also understood that it was impossible to hide the changes in his physical fitness from Superman's eyes.
Released Clark.
Ian took a few steps back.
"It's a long story, so I'll keep it short." He nodded to Clark. Clark waited for a few seconds, but found that his son had no intention of continuing.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
Clark's face was full of confusion.
However.
"I said, long story short... this is the short story." Ian nodded to Clark again, reminding Super Brain's old father who may not use it as frequently as he does.
The air in the room solidified again.
Clark could vaguely see veins pulsing on his forehead, but in the end he just sighed helplessly, "Batman said he was very optimistic about you and would give you a set of his battle uniforms."
He did not continue to ask too many questions.
Instead, he walked towards Ian's desk. Superman may not have realized the fact that Ian knew that Wayne was Batman, so he did not betray his Justice League teammate in front of his younger son.
"It's okay, Dad, I don't want to be Batman anymore. Batman is just a beating. I still want to be Superman like you. I remember you have a black battle suit, right?"
Ian felt that his high emotional intelligence was demonstrated at this time. If his son did not admire his father, his father would definitely be disappointed, so he showed his love for the Superman battle suit.
This is true love.
He will learn a few more [Savage Tyrant] skills. Who can say that Ian·Kent is not Son of Superman? Ian is very happy about this, but Clark has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.
"It's useless to please me now." He saw through Ian's little thoughts, but there was still a smile on his lips, and the smile disappeared again when he approached Ian's desk.
Didn't last long.
"This is..."
Clark placed Demon Head on Ian's desk, and his eyes were immediately attracted to the thermos cup on the desk. The contents of the cup made his temples beat suddenly twice again.
"Ian."
Clark's voice suddenly became more serious than ever.
"Did you kill someone?"
He pointed to the translucent soul of Mr. White in the thermos cup.
His eyes are extremely sharp.
Ian shook his head crazily when he saw this, "I didn't kill him, I also saved Mr. White. If it weren't for me, Mr. White would have been taking a bath in Hell by now!"
He told the truth.
Clark can tell.
"It's not me either! I didn't kill this fallen one! The great Trigon took its life!" After Demons saw Clark's sharp gaze looking at itself, it quickly denied it. It wanted to shake its head but found that it could not shake its head, so it could only quickly tell who took the chemistry teacher's life.
How to say it.
Loyal, but not many loyal?
Anyway, judging from the performance of even the owner selling it, it must be that the pure-blooded Demons has not escaped. For the owner who has never met and only heard the voice, this Demons once again showed the flower language that Demons should have.
"You will never get another chance to kill someone."
Clark spoke to Minotaur Demon in a deep voice.
"I have to say that I haven't killed anyone yet... this is the first time I've come to the world..." Demons, who only had a head left, still wanted to defend himself, but Clark didn't care about the past of a creature like it.
The old father looked at his youngest son. After learning the truth, he was obviously much more relaxed than before, but he still used his Kansas farm-specific simple tone to warn Ian.
"Self-control is very important, Ian. For people like us, if we are not careful, we may make big mistakes. I hope you can maintain enough sense when facing any situation."
This is definitely Clark's serious teaching from the heart.
Ian deeply agrees.
"Don't worry, Dad, even if they are super villains, I will not kill them. I will imprison them all in Hell." Ian responded seriously and nodded.
"Hell? You mean... prison, right?"
Clark was stunned for a moment.
The difference between these two words is really big.
However, he still wants to believe that Ian's language skills are not good enough.
"It's all the same."
Ian nodded again.
"..."
Clark was silent for a moment.
"There is no Hell! There is only prison!"
He corrected it again with some worry.
"Okay, then prison."
Ian was a little disappointed, but he still agreed. He believed that his father was doing it for his own good. As a minor, his decisiveness in killing was indeed not suitable for his age.
But it doesn't matter.
It's not too late to put everyone who offends him into prison, and then kill him when he grows up - Ian looked at Minotaur on the table, and he felt that this Demons could definitely be transformed into a private prison from the gap between his teeth. This is Super Intelligence of Ian, who can always find a way to get the best of both worlds for him.
"Very good."
Clark, who did not have Mind Reading, looked relieved, "It seems that although you are a little out of touch, your thinking is still mature enough. I think this will make me and your mother feel at ease about you."
As he spoke, he walked up to the window.
"Hiss~"
Demons's head had already felt the malicious gaze of Ian. Seeing that Clark was about to leave, it weighed in its mind for a moment, and finally shouted hysterically to Superman.
"Take me away! Take me away! Demons is also a legal citizen of this universe, and he should have the right to be saved by Superman... I mean, don't let me lead your child away!"
"Now I am Demons again! I am very good at spoiling children!" It really does not want to stay here anymore. Even if it is taken away and sealed by Superman, it will feel happier than staying here with Ian.
"Shut up!"
Ian quickly stepped forward and covered Minotaur's mouth.
"I told Jordan that I went out to buy milk, so I had to buy some milk." Clark just looked back and didn't worry about Ian being led astray.
Knowing a son is better than a father also showed very clear at this moment.
Just after he had skillfully climbed over the window and jumped to the eaves outside the house, Clark seemed to suddenly remember something, and came back to give Ian some instructions.
"Oh, by the way, speaking of Jordan, you must not let him see this...Trash Can of yours." Clark followed Ian's words and called Demon Head, who was placed on Ian's table.
The old father's expression was somewhat hesitant to speak.
Still the same sentence.
There is nothing better than a father who knows a son.
"I understand, Jordan needs to enjoy the life of ordinary people." Ian quickly found a truly suitable reason for his second brother, and Clark also nodded happily to this excuse.
Everything is left unsaid.
When Clark disappeared into the sky with a "swish", only Ian and Demon Head were left in the room again. The atmosphere was not bad, because Ian had already picked up his hammer.
"Don't come over! Don't come over! Please don't come over!" Demons looked at the approaching figure of Ian, his yellow turbid eyes full of fear and horror.
"We, Demons, lie like this and are very fickle. I just can't control my own nature!" Its frank voice was so trembling.
Of course.
Frankness cannot prevent Ian from retaliating against the accuser.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A repair meal.
Demons felt like his soul was about to be knocked apart.
"I want to die! Now! Immediately! Immediately! Why can't I die? I should have been knocked to death by you!" It let out a hysterical cry.
The voice was filled with confusion.
"Is there a possibility that you have scolded someone who shouldn't be scolded?" Ian was just guessing. He raised Demon Head on the desk and looked at the peach-butt alarm clock given by his second brother.
"The time is coming, you have to do an experiment with me."
Ian spoke softly.
"Wha... what experiment?"
Demons stuttered.
It had an extremely bad premonition in its heart. To this, Ian did not answer, but just hugged Demon Head tightly and lay on the bed. The moment the hands of the clock overlapped.
Everything is quiet.
When you open your eyes again, it's already a different world.
The sky is filled with flying snow.
The boy appeared quietly on the dead silent street.
"It's really my fault?"
Ian looked at Demon Head in his hand, his eyes full of astonishment. He brought Laser Gun back from this world before, and now he actually brought another living creature into this world.
The guess was verified.
Ian was also extremely shocked.
"No! No! No!"
The Demon Head in his hand was trembling crazily, far more intensely than when he faced Superman before.
"This is impossible... impossible!" Demons's voice could no longer be described as trembling, but was full of unbelievable horror and fear.
"What's impossible?"
Ian is still surprised as to why he can do such a thing.
"You... you..."
Minotaur Demon's throat seemed to be blocked, and its broken vocal cords neighed like a broken bellows. Its crazy scream completely broke the silence of the world like Eternity.
"How can you be Dimension Demon God!"