Chapter 59 Clark's Good Boy and Bad Boy

Clark couldn't bear to apologize to the other party.

This sentence is like the fuse that detonates a bomb.

Along with a dull voice sounded.

The parasitic demon that absorbed too much energy had irregular arcs lingering around its body and gradually crystallized.

Finally, the other party glanced at Clark in despair, roared angrily, and then exploded on the spot!

The blinding white light suddenly lit up the entire night.

The moment the explosion occurred, Peter used super speed to move in front of Clark, grabbed him from behind and protected him in his arms.

The shock wave generated by the explosion shook the surrounding space.

"boom!"

The body of the parasitic demon instantly turned into dust with a violent explosion.

For a long while, Azu stared blankly at the purple dust floating in the air, and said to himself: "Did we win?"

Ignoring the pain and burning sensation in his body, Peter lowered his head and asked Clark: "Clark, are you okay?!"

Clark nodded uneasily, "I'm fine. Is it dead? Godfather."

Peter touched Clark's head with mixed emotions and said, "Yes, it's dead."

This kid is really not afraid of tigers. He actually dared to use this method to deal with the parasitic demon, and he succeeded!

If the parasitic demon hadn't planned to absorb his life force from the beginning, I'm afraid things would have developed in another direction.

Needless to say, this kid really has a bit of a protagonist aura.

"You shouldn't be so impulsive, Clark, this method is dangerous."

"I know, Godfather."

Clark knew what he had just done was a bit risky.

But when he saw the parasitic demon about to attack the injured godfather, he felt for a moment that he had jumped into the Smallwell River again.

The water was dark and bitingly cold, as if a pair of frightening hands had grabbed him, pulling him forward, pulling him down.

In order to get rid of this drowning feeling, he subconsciously did that.

Clark apologized to Peter with a guilty conscience: "Sorry, Godfather, I shouldn't have been so impulsive."

"No, don't apologize, Clark!"

Peter immediately said: "Although it's a little impulsive, Clark, you did a good job!"

"Ahem.!"

Peter was talking to Clark, and the Martian Manhunter next to him coughed and stood up, "Thank you, Mr. Padrick, Clark, and John, for your courage and wisdom in saving me."

If it weren't for the help of the father and son, he thought he would capsize.

Azu asked the other party curiously: "Mr. Jones, are you really a federal police detective?"

At this time, Martian Manhunter was wearing the image of a black man, John Jones, and Azu would not think that he was really a federal police detective.

"actually"

The black skin on the surface of Martian Manhunter gradually turns into green skin.

The Martian Manhunter, who revealed his true image, introduced himself to several people: "I am not from Earth, I am a Martian, the last Martian, and my real name is Ron Ronds."

Clark and Azu looked at each other's green-skinned appearance in shock, and when they heard the other party say that they were the last Martians, they were stunned.

After hearing the other party's self-introduction, Peter fell into deep thought.

This guy has similar superpowers to Clark and Azu, plus he seems to have a good character.

If you hire this guy to be a nanny on the farm, you can not only protect Azu and Clark, but also teach and train them with related superpowers.

In addition, this guy is still a black man. If the farm is busy on weekdays, he can also work part-time as a farmer.

Thinking of this, he looked at Martian Manhunter with burning eyes.

But how do I convince this guy to come to my farm as a nanny?

The next day, early morning.

Because of the parasitic demon incident, Peter took a day off for Clark and Azu to rest at home.

Clark watched the TV absently, and Azu put a box of popcorn in front of him.

"Where's the godfather?"

Clark wasn't very interested in popcorn, so he raised his head and asked Azu.

"Dad said to hire a nanny, although I don't think we need one."

Azu stuffed the popcorn into his mouth nonchalantly and said to Clark, "You look a little unhappy."

Clark's little face showed a hint of sadness: "A little, after all, I killed a person yesterday."

"He is not a human being, he is an alien creature. Alien creatures are not considered human beings."

Azu expressed his point of view to Clark, "Don't worry, Clark, you are not a bad boy."

Clark watched a program about Hawaiian volcanoes on TV and nodded, "I'm not, and I don't want to be, a bad boy."

Azu put down the popcorn, "No one likes to be a bad boy. Dad said that bad children are like bad apples. People will not allow bad children to continue to grow."

"If people think you're going to be a real 'bad apple,' they're going to cut it down before it bears fruit, well, that's Dad's metaphor, you know? Clark, one It’s a metaphor, they think that one day you will grow up and become a bad guy and will destroy you if you hurt others.”

Azu told Clark the alarmist words his father used to teach him about "not being a bad boy".

Clark asked in surprise: "Is this true?"

I don't know, Azu thought.

But he didn't answer like that, but said seriously: "Of course, but don't worry, if you don't want to be like that, you won't be like that. The script of fate has never been written in advance."

He racked his brains to recall what Peter said to him, "Dad said that life leaves room for choice, unless you really give up on yourself, or you can completely control your destiny."

"Well, I want to be a good boy."

"Then be a good boy."

"Will you help me?"

Azu patted his chest, "Of course, I will help you not to be a 'bad bird'."

"Thank you." Clark thanked Azu sincerely.

Azu was a little unaccustomed to such direct sincerity, "That. Clark, thank you for saving me and my father. If you hadn't let the parasite explode yesterday, maybe my father and I would be in danger."

Just as the two were discussing "good kids and bad kids", the door was pushed open with a "creak".

A black man wearing sunglasses pushed the door in.

Clark and Azu looked at John Jones standing at the door in surprise.

Martian Hunter, who was carrying a suitcase, took off his sunglasses and said to the two stunned people: "Good morning, John, Clark."

"Mr. Jones?!"

A-Zu looked at him in surprise, "Are you...working on the farm?"

Martian Hunter's expression froze, and his good mood was immediately ruined.

This is such a bad boy!