[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 115 Eden 03

Clark took the samurai back to his apartment in the Metropolis.

He originally wanted to take the samurai to the Fortress of Solitude first, but as soon as the samurai stepped into the gate of the Fortress of Solitude, the other alien creatures placed inside had a very intense rejection and stress response.

The ones who reacted slightly might just growl anxiously, while the ones who reacted a little more simply fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

What's more, they were full of ugliness, digging dirt, bumping into walls, and pretending to be dead. On the contrary, they confused the samurai who followed Clark and did nothing.

Clark hurriedly took the samurai out, and tested the cause of this situation with a mobile phone.

He found that this is because other alien creatures have sensed some kind of "hunter" breath.

The fear of natural enemies derived from biological instinct completely broke their rational strings, so each of them showed instinctive restlessness, fear and avoidance behaviors.

What surprised Clark was that even the most ferocious predator among them showed fear when the samurai appeared.

That is a beast that can cause planet-level destruction if left unattended, even in the face of himself, he has never had such a reaction!

So what kind of fierce god is this rainbow-eyed little samurai wearing a black robe?

Although Clark had some doubts, the samurai still looked like a child after all, and if he didn't look at his weird eyes, he could even be considered cute and beautiful.

Such an appearance will more or less make people let down a little vigilance.

Especially when the child looked up at him motionless, like a stray, lost backbone cub asking for help—even though Clark knew that a young beast was still a beast, but yes The instinctive love for small animals made him unable to do any unfriendly behavior towards the warriors.

So Clark took him to a dessert shop.

Hmm... kids love desserts, don't they?

Maybe the samurai doesn't like to talk because he is shy or accepts the stranger. Taking him to eat something delicious may open his heart?

Clark ordered a few small Italian desserts. The soft and delicate cakes were sprinkled with chopped almonds and a chocolate shell. The top layer was dotted with mint leaves, blueberries and cut strawberries. It looked tempting.

The samurai looked down at Candy and then up at Clark.

"This kind of dessert is delicious, fragrant and sweet, and people on Earth love it." Clark smiled at him friendlyly, "Try it? Maybe you will also fall in love with this earth food."

The samurai nodded, reached out to pick up the plate of small desserts, and the small metal spoons on the plate made a crisp sound of collision.

Then Clark watched helplessly as the samurai threw everything in his mouth.

Comes with plate, spoon and dessert.

"Crack! Crack! Cack! Crack!"

Clark Pupil Earthquake! !

No, those are tableware, you can't eat them, they will cut your esophagus——!

However, the samurai didn't seem to feel it at all, and directly swallowed the metal and ceramic shards with his mouth full of desserts, and Clark finally heard the voice coming from inside the samurai's body.

It was the sound of a pile of metal and ceramic shards crackling and smashing in his esophagus.

Clark: ……………

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The samurai frowned, raised his eyes, and gave Clark a strange look, as if wondering why the Kryptonian thought this kind of food was delicious.

Regardless of the taste, can the human stomach really stand this "food"?

Clark was a little frustrated, but he became more courageous and took another tiramisu. This time he learned his lesson and dug a spoonful of dessert and handed it to the warrior.Seeing that the samurai opened his mouth, he quickly added: "Just eat the soft part on the top, no need to eat with a spoon!"

The samurai who was about to bite off the spoon silently withdrew his teeth and ate the soft tiramisu on the spoon.

Samurai: Well, this tastes pretty good...

As for taste, a samurai has no sense of taste, and he doesn't know it.

Seeing the little samurai eating dessert in peace, and the esophagus and stomach finally no longer piercing the weird grinding sound, Clark was relieved, and soon felt a strange sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. .

Ah, so this is the joy of learning life on earth with a well-behaved alien who has just arrived?

Of course, Clark didn't get obsessed with watching little alien warriors cook and forget about his business. He asked, "So, do you remember where you came from?"

The samurai thought for a while and nodded.

Clark said with great interest, "Would you mind telling me?"

After two seconds of silence, the warrior said, "...tower."

"...What tower?" Clark couldn't catch the word.

"Gestalt... Gestalt," said the warrior, calmly.This word seemed a bit of a mouthful, he said it twice before he could pronounce it correctly, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Is this the name of your planet?" Clark searched for the word in his mind, but failed to find any relevant alien clues.

On Earth, "gestalt" is actually a psychological name.

The samurai shook his head and said no more.

All right.Clark thought helplessly, it seems that this dessert was exchanged for a nonsensical answer, anyway, it was a little rewarding.

"Why did you come to Earth?" Clark continued to ask, "Or, do you have any plans for the future?"

The samurai shook his head.

Clark was slightly frustrated.

The samurai basically did not give him any effective feedback, maybe his way of thinking as a gestalt race is different from theirs?That's why it's so hard to communicate.

After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that they hadn't had time to introduce themselves to each other.

"If you don't have a name... mind if I get one for you?" Clark said enthusiastically, "Otherwise, I don't even know what to call you. By the way, you can call me Clark, Clark Kent."

The samurai nodded.

He doesn't care about the name, anyway, it's just a code name.

"What's your name...Jones? Max? Walker? Stuart? Jay?" Clark called out several names in one go, but the samurai looked indifferent. Clark finally understood that the samurai didn't care about names, okay? Nice to hear, it's so hard to get feedback from him.

"Then Ian." Clark said, "Succinct and easy to remember."

"Ian." The samurai repeated, then nodded again, "Okay."

Clark smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Ah, it is very difficult to find such an obedient alien these days. The aliens who come to the earth are either fleeing with superpowers or attacking the earth. How can an alien be kind to the earth? It's really a chance to draw gold alone.

Not to mention a little alien like Ian who is like a blank sheet of paper.

"Do you want to eat anything else?" Clark asked, seeing that the samurai seemed to have no interest in food, and then looking at the dark clothes on him, he had an idea: "I'll take you to buy a piece of clothes Okay, okay?"

……

Half an hour later, a samurai wearing a Superman T-shirt and jeans came out of the children's clothing store.

Clark was very satisfied, and reached out to rub his short black hair: "It looks much better this way."

Warrior, no, he should be called Ian now. Ian doesn't seem to be used to wearing this kind of clothes, nor is he used to exposing so much skin. His complexion looks a little unhealthy pale, but Clark can feel that Under the seemingly thin and slender body lies a powerful force like thunder.

The strength of this kind of power can even be described as terror, and it will even produce crushing in the aura.

If such power is not well directed, the consequences will be devastating.

Clark was suddenly thankful that he had picked up this little uninvited guest from the universe, and not some weird bald-headed scientific madman rich man, or a retired vigilante rich man who loved to pick up children.Cough, he's not hating the rich, he just thinks that the above two must not be as good as he knows how to raise a super alien child.

Hmm... should I?

Then he began to worry about Ian's eyes again.

These eyes are too mentally polluted. With such eyes, the child can't show his face outside for a long time. Doesn't this scare people?

Is it possible to go to the whole contact lens?

Ian looked at him staring at his eyes, and tilted his head in doubt: "?"

"Ian, your eyes... Are all the eyes of your race like this?" Clark asked tentatively.

Ian shook his head: "Only part of it is like this, so you can see it more clearly."

Indeed, with so many pupils, can you see clearly?Clark has never experienced the feeling of seeing the world with this kind of strange compound eye-like eyes, but after thinking about it, he also knows that the improvement of visual sense is definitely not a star.

Ian looked at Clark with a somewhat embarrassed look, as if he understood something. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, those eyes became normal.

Just like the billions of ordinary human beings on the earth, there are only a pair of pupils left in those eyes, but the color of the pupils is still colorful rainbow, which looks like wearing a fancy and exaggerated cosmetic contact lens.

"Wow, how did that happen?" Clark was surprised.

Ian blinked his eyes, and in the next second, Clark saw a lot of pupils moving slowly from all directions in his eyeballs, spinning on the white eyeballs like billiard balls being broken by a rod To and fro.

Clark: ……………

Help, what level of mental pollution is this!

Thanks, it's cool, don't change it next time!