Dc Violence -Kun

Smallville, Kansas.

A brand new four-seater minivan, warm yellow, a slightly warm color, the minivan gleams with warmth in the sun, and the open-air carriage behind the yellow minivan is loaded with piles of baby products.

Baby bottle, drinking cup, small bowl, small key, thermometer and hygrometer, bathtub, clinical thermometer, antipyretic patch, mosquito repellent patch, nasal aspirator, shampoo and shower gel, diaper cream, talcum powder, safety socket, safety door card, Safety table and leg protectors, baby carriages, diapers, soft wipes, various types of milk powder, toddler belts, cloth diapers, changing mats, etc., these are not complete.

Raising a baby is a cumbersome task for a family, but it is really necessary. This is a reproductive gene inherited by human nature. It has been so long before ancient times. It has been reproduced from generation to generation. That's why we are there.

The yellow minivan swayed on the bumpy farm road, swaying the warmth of the few people in the seat.

The driver is a standard American, not big, but it can be seen from the outside. He has a sturdy figure who has worked all the year round. There are some dark white people. His eyes have the kind of peasant's kind, not easy to lose his temper. Good sir.

However, in his forties, he is in his prime of life, but because of genetic reasons, he has nothing to do. This is a pity for him and his wife.

Fortunately, God treats them not badly.

One day at the farm, an alien spacecraft landed on their farmland.

Almost confused the farmer.

In it, a baby was babbling and shaking his hands, as if he was about to hug.

His wife couldn't help but picked up the child, a little heavier than usual. Fortunately, she who used to work in the farm, with a lot of strength, hugged the alien baby and laughed, exuding a motherly brilliance.

This is the kindness that his husband has never seen before. Just like his mother at the beginning, it is also the kindness of him holding the baby!

He felt as if he had filled a gap in his life.

right now.

He decided in his heart to take in this baby. From this time on, this baby is his own son.

He has also become a father and will stick to and protect his children and his wife.

That night, he hurriedly pulled the spaceship closer to the basement, took a lot of effort to pull it into the basement and hid it, then covered the spacecraft’s pit with mud, and then destroyed a nearby impact mark, and the surrounding corn stalks were ready to mature. Cut it and cover it everywhere. It took a few days for this project to completely cover the messy corn stalks in the nearby corn field, covering all traces.

At this point, he still did not let go of his worries.

It is not easy. He and his wife have only one child, and he does not want to be taken away by anyone or the government.

He wants to protect his children and his wife.

A family.

This is a father, a dad.

Just for anything, there is a despair that humans cannot Revolving Heaven.

Such as cancer that reaches the depths, lives that cannot be saved, and the desperate helplessness of tragic songs.

He didn't know that what he was facing was an alien who surpassed human beings, powerful, cruel and cruel, and even he might have been sacrificed invisibly.

It's just that he hasn't experienced it yet and hasn't come.

Jonathan Kent frowned. Looking through the windshield of the minivan, he became impatient when he saw the bumps and pits in front of him.

In the past, he hadn't noticed the inconvenience in the shaking of that old truck, but now he has a child, and he feels that this section of the road is shaking impatiently.

In the future, if my child falls down on the road, or it rains, one by one puddles, accidentally fall down, it will be troublesome.

He decides!

This road, fill it.

In the vehicle, Clark’s adoptive mother Martha in the back seat, and the white dog who did not leave Clark anyway, the dog’s name was Kripto, the English phonetic, which is krypton.

Therefore, it can be called Krypton, Krypton, or Cripto.

Martha frowned, and her body jumped up on the seat from time to time, shaking and shaking. The road was too uneven.

Why do I never feel it in normal times.

"Why is this road so steep?"

They didn't know thousands of times to walk this road, but this time, they didn't know why it was the steepest and it was annoying.

"I will fill it out tomorrow."

The farm owner, Jonathan Kent Haki, said that there is no doubt that it must be filled, and the filling will start tomorrow.

Martha nodded in agreement, satisfied with her husband's Haki, and looked at the baby.

She held Clark cautiously, maintaining a balance, to prevent him from waking up suddenly, but she found that the child was awake a long time ago, and he was smiling and waking up suddenly.

She was also worried that little Clark would cry when he woke up suddenly, and now, the child was very happy with his beautiful blue eyes.

Martha's upset disappeared in an instant. She looked at Clark with a wide smile, met with Clark, kissed Clark gently, then shook little Clark, humming that the ranch known as the Song of Kansas is my home.

Little Clark’s big clear eyes focused and happily followed Martha’s voice. Jonathan Kent, who was driving the car, heard the voices of his wife and little Clark, and was so upset that his mood was changed, and the corners of his mouth smiled. With a smile, the whole carriage was filled with pastures on the road accompanied by a shiver. It was the style of my home, warm and warm.

It didn't take long to reach the door of the wooden house.

Jonathan Kent quickly pulled out the seat belt, opened the door, and opened the door for his wife in the back seat.

Martha held little Clark, looked up at the sun piercing Tottenham's skin, narrowed her eyes, and said, "I will take Clark into the house and come out to help you move things."

Jonathan Kent put her on her shoulders, pushed her to the house, and said with a relaxed smile: "No, I can be alone. You look at Little Clark, and Krypton can help me, don't you?"

Martha smiled, nodded, covered Clark with the sunlight with her hands, and hugged Clark into the house.

Cripto's face was startled.

Really treat me like a dog...

Even if you are a dog, you don't know how to move things!

"Cripto!" Jonathan Kent yelled, hung the diaper bags on both sides of his dog's body, rubbed his dog's head, and smiled: "Place it in the lobby, pay attention, this is Clark's diaper. , Take care of his ass."

Cripto's dog's face twitched a bit, but when he heard Clark's name, his limbs moved, and the dog's paw quickly ran into the door.

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