"Okay, then it's decided! I think the farm in my hometown of Kansas is a good environment, so I will take one of them away. Now, you two decide who will follow me!"

Bruce, who was lying on the bed, said in a breathless voice: "I have a plan, we can..."

"No plan!" Clark interrupted immediately.

Schiller also said in a voice that was as breathless as a gossamer: "How about we make a bet? Just bet..."

"No betting!" Clark interrupted again.

"Your chaotic, insane, and hallucinating brain is not suitable for making any plans at all, and don't think about making a bet with anyone... Now, immediately, immediately, guess the game!"

In the end, Bruce took the initiative to follow Clark away, not because he lost the guessing game, but mainly because he couldn't lift his arm, but Schiller could.

Again, even if Batman is dead and buried, and grass grows on his grave, he will still cry out from deep underground, "Anyone can defeat him, except the Joker!"

In a sense, this may also be the will of the universe, which makes people helpless.

Lucifer planned to take Schiller to the West Coast. The bar business had been bad, so he had long planned to change cities.

After everyone dispersed, Lucifer stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor in Wayne Manor. When he saw Clark coming, he said, "They are really lucky to have a friend like you."

"No, I am lucky to be able to help my friends. It can let them know that I love them and let others feel my love, which makes me feel sincerely happy."

Lucifer lowered his head, as if he had thought of something, and after a while he said, "I once had a friend like this, but my arrogance made me mess up everything."

"You can apologize to him." Clark said directly.

"He is no longer here."

"Then go find him."

"he died."

"Then apologize to his tombstone."

Lucifer stared at Clark. He didn't know how to evaluate it. The young man in front of him was so simple and straightforward that it was outrageous, and even a little childish. But perhaps it was precisely because of this childishness that what he said was fascinating.

magic.

Late at night, in the hall of Rodriguez Manor, Merkel asked worriedly: "Do you really don't need me to follow you? Professor Schiller's ability to take care of himself is really a bit..."

Lucifer shook his head. He looked at the luggage that had been packed, turned and went upstairs. As he walked, he said: "This is the last night he will spend in the manor. I'm going to see if he sleeps well."

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After entering the room, Schiller had already fallen asleep. The days in prison were not easy to pass. The scene of Bruce's blood splattering reminded him of certain memories that he thought were long gone.

The white and huge angel wings spread out and lowered again, helping Schiller cover the dream-disturbing light coming through the gaps in the curtains, causing his brows to slowly open. Those nightmares were gone, and Schiller finally

Fell into sleep.

The soft sound of rain and the rumbling thunder sounded at the same time, and the "I'm sorry" mixed in sounded like a sigh of regret or a cry of sadness.

Eh!

Someone accused Bruce of being abnormal

Some people accuse Schiller of being abnormal

little fools

That is to say, is there a possibility?

Neither of them are normal

The people around me are not normal either.

The only normal person in the room

kryptonian

(Not even a person)

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Chapter completed!