Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

This sentence is definitely not casually said to coax Lex nicely.

First of all, Karl’s haircutting skills are very good. Because of Kryptonian physique, when he was young, Alexander used alien weapons to cut his hair. When he was older, he would use heat vision to cut his hair in front of the mirror. Absolutely nothing Just haphazardly cutting Lex's hair short.

Second, Lex does look good with short hair.

In the past, his half-length hair was gently placed on both sides of his cheeks, which set him off too softly. Now he has short, lean hair, fully exposing his full forehead, flat cheeks and thin chin, showing a pure masculinity handsome.

Carl looked at Lex with a smile, and after the initial shock passed, his expression turned into pure admiration and admiration.

But he does have a small question: "Why do you suddenly want to change your appearance, Lexi? I ​​thought you never cared about the words that said you were too weak and too small."

The most popular aesthetic in Meidi is not the Lex style. The slender and slender body is not popular in Meidi. The most popular one is Karl's figure. He is tall, fit, and full of muscles. At first glance, he looks like sunshine the taste of.

While talking, Carl walked over and hugged Lexi in his arms intimately and naturally.

The car behind him sensibly started and drove away when he was walking towards Lex. Lex glanced at him and didn't stop him. Instead, he followed Carl's strength and turned around with him, walking into his villa .

Carl was taken aback as soon as he entered the door.

The rooms of Tony and Howard are all in a pure modern minimalist style. High technology allows them to liberate those spaces to the greatest extent. Everything is stored in the dark, creating an illusion of an extremely empty and open room; Master Al The villas in the house are more inclined to the combination of modern and pastoral style. The details of the house are handled very warmly. A large number of arcs and green plants are used as props to cut the space, which will make people feel comfortable and warm.

Lex's home, however, seemed... not so easy to describe.

Classical, but not so classical, luxurious, but a bit too luxurious, adding a bit of kitsch.

The deep and steady mahogany is the first eye-catching element. The crystal lamp hanging from the dome illuminates everything magnificently. There are various styles of oil paintings hanging on the walls, and various sculptures and decorative antiques are placed in the corners.

Even someone like Karl, who doesn't know much about these artworks, knows that throwing everything together is inappropriate.

Krax seemed completely unaware of this.

He was held in Carl's arms, so he couldn't see Carl's expression the moment he entered the door, but he was not sure, who knew if a person like him would install a lot of cameras at home?

Carl felt the answer was absolutely yes.

He had already restrained his expression, scanned the villa politely and restrainedly, and found that there were lead partitions in the walls of the villa, and the lead blocked his sight, so what he could see It's all negligible.

But he's used to it too, and he always sees little in Lex.

"This is my father's aesthetics, honey, my father and I are completely different types of people." Lex spoke, his tone was very gentle, but his heart beat suddenly accelerated when he mentioned his father, " I don't like it here, I mean, I never agree with my father's aesthetics, whether it's color schemes, lamps, or carpets, or those... sculptures, armors, etc. in the corners."

Carl coughed, and said what he should say at this time: "I think the ceramic ornament on the far left is quite beautiful."

"That's the only one you can see, honey." Lex snorted and slightly changed his position so that he could lean more comfortably in Carl's arms, "I can understand your feeling of not wanting to speak ill of my father , but my father... he is not a good person, no matter how beautiful he is on the outside, how warm and generous he is, I know that there is dirty black blood in his veins. Only I know that he is a tyrant , honey, a complete tyrant."

Lex's body trembled slightly, his emotions had gone too far, he would not usually speak like this in front of Karl, he always remembered to be gentle and considerate in front of Karl, and to keep himself rational and sober.

But Carl didn't remind him, and didn't say much, he just walked upstairs with Lex in his arms, and said as he walked, "I see, Lexi."

"Have you followed the latest news, Honey?"

"Of course." Carl replied, he had a premonition of what Lex was going to say, "I think even a beggar is paying attention to him now, 'Superman'."

"What do you think of Superman?" Lex asked.

His tone was casual, but his blood was pumping faster, his heart was beating harder, and he smelled extremely excited, an emotion so strong it could infect those around him.

This is actually a very simple question, but perhaps because the person who asked the question was Lex, or because his mood had changed, Carl couldn't think of how to answer it.

He finally decided to tell the truth.

"I hate him," Carl said.

After saying that, he regretted a little, this is not Carl.What Al should say, this is not what he should say, and this cannot be regarded as his sincere words.

Carl felt that he was just pandering to Lex's ideas, and because Lex was in a bad mood, he desperately hoped to say something to cheer Lex up.

……Is that so?

"You hate him," Lex said, and his voice couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger, and he still kept the excitement at the beginning. "Why don't you like him, honey, eh? I thought you would like him very much, Aren't you all saints? Huh?"

"What a saint, Lexi." Carl laughed. "I'm not a saint, and I don't think Superman is either."

His bubbly voice reveals a sense of liveliness and innocence. When trying to disguise himself, he always acts a little too hard, but fortunately no one has noticed so far.

The people who should most discover who he is are also unaware of the change in him.

What should I say?Lex's fan filter for Superman goes too far.

At this point Carl still had time to wander off and think about something unrelated to the subject.Lex has already separated Superman's identity from ordinary people deep in his heart. Before the decisive clues appear, he will never separate Superman from Carl.Al thinks of it together, even though in many cases, Carl doesn't hide much at all except for not taking off his glasses and speaking in a Superman voice.

He sometimes has an undisguised smile.He sometimes speaks in his undisguised native voice.

Lex found out, but he didn't associate this change with the disguise. He probably just felt that everyone has many sides, and Karl just exposed another side of himself.

"You don't think he's a saint? God, don't you read the news? Look at the exaggerated language of worship, listen to what people say about Superman, and think about what people expect from Superman. And his response to people's prayer locks - he is simply the new god of the modern age! A new totem, a new religion!"

There was inevitably sarcasm in Lex's tone, and he spasmed nervously, but it was more trembling than spasm, Carl immediately hugged him even tighter in his arms, so tight that Lex buried his head in the in his neck.

"...I don't remember you ever wearing perfume, honey," Lex whispered, "but you smell very..."

He paused for a long time, as if he was choosing what words to use to describe it.

"Amazing," he whispered at last. "You smell amazing, honey."

Carl secretly reminded himself that when the future appeared in front of Lex as a superman, he must remember to hide his taste.

"I like your smell too." Carl replied.

He raised his hand to stroke Lex's head, and the soft touch made him feel very comfortable. Lex's hair was rubbed differently from all the hair he had rubbed. It was not a psychological effect. Lex's hair was It was really thin and soft, and a bit entangled. He couldn't help but stroke a few times like a cat.

Lex didn't raise any objection to his behavior.

He seemed to be quite comfortable being touched, and unconsciously turned his head to Carl, and raised his head slightly, chasing Carl's fingers.

"You don't like Superman." Then he picked up what they were talking about in such a soft atmosphere, "Why don't you like Superman?"

His tone made Carl feel a little difficult. He meant that if he didn't know very well in his heart how Lex hated Superman, just the conversation with them, and Lex's words to Carl about Superman Not the saint's reaction to the incident, he'd almost think Lex was a huge Superman fan.

"Are you a Superman fan, Lexi?" Carl said directly. "I'm sorry if I said something that upset you."

"I'm not a fan of Superman..." Lex retorted quickly, and then he realized that his tone was a bit harsh, and slowed down again, "I just think it's unlikely that you don't like Superman. Honey, I Thought you'd like a superhero in a flash like Superman. He saved a whole plane, and he saved a kid from flying out of the plane, why don't you like him, honey?"

"Superman makes me uncomfortable," Carl said. "I can't say why, but Superman makes me uncomfortable."

There was an abnormal bluntness in his tone. If Lex was in a normal state, he would definitely be able to sense that something was wrong with Carl, but he was always defenseless in front of Carl, and he paid too much attention to Superman, so Once, he brushed shoulders with the truth.

Lex smiled. He was very satisfied with Carl's answer: "I know why you feel uncomfortable, honey."

They hugged each other and walked up to the third floor.

Lex's bedroom is on the third floor, and the overall layout here looks quite different from that on the first and second floors, and the space is much smaller, but Lex is obviously more comfortable and happy here.He was still in Carl's arms, but he wrapped his arms around Carl's waist, and took Carl to sit down on the sofa with him.

"Why?" Carl asked in Lex's ear.

At this moment, he couldn't tell how he felt when he said he didn't like Superman, and he couldn't even tell who was speaking.Probably because of too much pretense, Carl feels that he, too, is somehow divided.

When he was a superman, he never thought too much, he just tried to save those he could save as much as possible, but when he was not a superman, he couldn't help but think about it.

"Because Superman is so powerful, honey, he is like a god to us. But who will restrain the god? Honey, except his self-discipline, who can restrain him? We can't even understand his real thoughts, we can't understand him Why on earth doesn't he just sit on the sidelines and watch what's going on in the world, as he has chosen to do in the past."

Lex smiled, the shadow in his face chilling Carl.

"Maybe it's for justice." Carl couldn't help saying.

But his tone was hesitant, and this level of response could not even be called a rebuttal.

"We also can't understand why he is determined to devote himself to 'justice'." Lex whispered, resting his head on Carl's shoulder, sniffing Carl's breath gently, but the words in his mouth were without warmth, "Justice Huh, justice—justice is a man-made concept! Honey, can’t you understand? Justice and injustice are two sides of the same card, justice and injustice are equal.”

"He came, with his unmatched power and his madness of 'justice,' as if he could single-handedly define the concept of 'justice,' and in fact, honey, he could. We can't help but You ask, why doesn't Superman ask his followers to give him everything, when he can?"

Karl couldn't answer that question.