There are always Chaoying trying to attack me [Comprehensive British and American]

The little prince has found a new place to stay: a square with a strong artistic atmosphere.He couldn't stop Charles' positioning, so he simply stopped running, and started to think of ways to make money to compensate the unlucky people whose cars were smashed by the god of death.

He knows many things.

Knowing how to draw, play chess, play the piano, calligraphy, assemble robots... A person will not be favored by the people for no reason.Everyone can see his sweat and suffering for his hometown.

What moved the public even more was that he did not have an IQ far beyond ordinary people.

He carried the future of the entire planet on his shoulders, so he improved himself day and night, trying to become an excellent king.

"Yarlin,? Let's play for a while?"

The queen felt sorry for him. From time to time, she would hold the latest toys, walk up to him, and coax him, "You don't have to work so hard. You just need to control the manpower and put the selected talents in the right positions."

And he was never tempted by toys.

The young boy was holding a thick book, looked at his gentle mother, like an adult, and retorted earnestly: "No."

"As the leader of everyone, I have to race against time to acquire knowledge...I don't have time to play. If I am mediocre and incompetent, how can my people live with hope?"

"..."

The queen was overwhelmed by his questioning.

The woman put down the toy in her arms dumbfounded, combed his hair lovingly, and asked softly, "Who taught you this?"

"Father," the boy replied.

"...It really is him."

The queen sighed helplessly.She glanced at the members of the guard who were concentrating on practicing fighting under the influence of the prince, and with her chin resting, she lowered her emerald green eyes.

"My Arlin..."

"He will surely become a much-loved king."

"People will spontaneously support you and defend you,? Soldiers will go through fire and water and fight bloody battles for you—you who are willing to burn yourself out and light the way forward for this star will definitely get the same feedback."

The boy blushed quietly.

"……too exaggerated."

He blinked, very embarrassed: "I'm not that good...I still have a lot of room for improvement."

"No exaggeration."

The queen still had crooked eyebrows, smiling like a rippling lake, gentle and charming: "If you stick to it, one day—"

"Even if they die for you, the soldiers will die without regret."

"Because you deserve allegiance."

Yarlin set up the easel, opened the paint box, and painted the hometown in his memory stroke by stroke.Bloody images always flashed through his mind, causing his hands to be unsteady, the lines not smooth enough, and several sheets of drawing paper were ruined.

but.

He was able to relive the vision of Silverpine Star.

Even though every stroke is full of sorrow, he has patiently and persistently completed several works, and he has never been so sad that he burst into tears.

Is he numb?

Or has time worn down the despair?

Yarlin paused holding the paintbrush.He refused to accept the second answer, for fear that one day he would forget the appearance of his hometown.

"..."

He is living too/easy.

Ease makes people abandon sorrow.

"01--"

The young man almost subconsciously wanted to shrink back into the turtle shell, escape to a corner of the chaos, and continue to indulge in the past without touching warmth and love.

Then, someone walked up to him.

"Do you sell paintings?" the visitor asked.

This is a very beautiful lady: wearing a black dress, long dark brown hair pulled up.Thick eyelashes and bright eyes.

Her voice is a bit hoarse, she sounds sexy and seductive, revealing an indescribable elegance, like a nobleman in the old century, and her every move shows the charm of etiquette.

Yarlin lowered his eyes: "Sell."

"I want to buy your self-portrait."

"……Can."

The boy didn't hesitate for long.

He can learn so much, a good memory is essential.This used to be his pride, and it is also the source of his torment now.even after a

After many months, he still clearly remembered all the details——

About death, about destruction.

All about the past.

Yarlin did not draw himself at this moment.

He chose to portray him as he lived on Silverpine.The painter who taught him drew busts for the entire royal family... The young man began to write while recalling the portraits.

The lady who bought the painting looked at him.

There is fragility hidden between the brows and eyes, and depression in the eyes.He is like a flower that has been made into a specimen, remaining delicate, but silent.

Arlin's movements were quick and skilled.

To create an oil painting, you need to think over and over again, and it is definitely not the kind of posture that has been painted thousands of times.

So the lady asked, "Have you ever painted yourself?"

"..."

Arlin paused for a moment.

His eyelashes fluttered, and obscure and lonely emotions appeared in his emerald green eyes, which were smudged by the bright golden sunlight.

"...I have seen it."

The teenager replied: "I have seen it many times."

After recreating the bust of him painted by the artist, it was already dusk.The customer was so considerate that he stayed with him for several hours without saying a word.

"I'll sell it to you after it's dry?"

Yarlin put down the paintbrush, wiped his paint-stained hands with the wet towel handed over by 01, and asked in a warm voice.

"……Well."

The lady squinted her eyes slightly, looked at the oil painting, and said meaningfully: "This painting doesn't look like you. Compared with the portrait, you are thinner and dull...you are also preoccupied, with an indifferent look on your face."

"The people in the painting look very gentle."

"..."

Yarlin stared at the floor and pursed his lips.

When he thought the customer was going to cancel the order, the beautiful and elegant lady raised her lips and added with a smile: "—but I like this painting very much."

"Call me when you're done."

"I hope that the next time we meet, you will be like the person in the painting, cheerful and gentle, just like a weeping willow by the lake, it will make you feel like a spring breeze, and you will not be able to find the haze."

Arlin took the business card.

The mysterious lady left slowly.He lowered his head, looked at the name column, and remembered her name:

— Diana Prince.

For Lex Luthor, there are many ways to find people: through satellite positioning, hiring private detectives, offering rewards...

He easily got Yarlin's position.

Lex originally wanted to make a small fuss, but unexpectedly learned that Iron Man, the Professor and Wonder Woman were all in contact with Yarlin—this was a blow to the identity of a teenager.

Yarlin Ken = Miracle.

He changed his mind.

Whether it is a superman or a miracle, it is something that hinders the progress of mankind.If you only know how to pray in place, you will degenerate into an orangutan.

The world doesn't need Superman.

Humans don't need miracles.

Such a miracle of unprecedented sensation.

Lex doesn't like them.

So he provided free of charge newly developed potions that can stimulate human potential or cause human mutation, and by the way contributed a batch of helmets that can block the professor's mind control.

These items cost him a lot of money.

Crox is not short of money.

In other words, he thought it was well worth the money to drive away those pesky superheroes.Since the plan this time was proposed by the clown, and the participants are rabble, he will not end in person.

After all, clowns are famous for being black and white.

"Follow Yarlin Ken, fix the 'gathering' location, provide potions, helmets..." Lex Luthor stroked the wall mixed with lead, and chuckled, "Finally-"

"Release the clown."

He tossed a candy into his mouth, looking happy.

How to cause a large number of casualties in a short period of time?

Pick a densely populated city.

What if the city was populated by a group of superheroes?

No fear is stronger than death.

— New York was hit hard again.

A large number of mutants suddenly appeared on the street, arbitrarily setting fire and killing people

, do all kinds of evil.They crazily created disasters, spreading death to every corner of New York.

The Avengers and the war police launched an emergency rescue, and the Justice League next door rushed to hear the news.However--

This is a well-designed attack.

The whole world knows that the professor is the most powerful telepath, and the whole world knows that Superman is the "god on earth"...Helmets, kryptonite and other things that can restrain them are all available.

Every battle of a superhero will be studied countless times by the enemy.They have to break through their limits repeatedly in order to win.

"Are you ready?"

"Ah."

Arlin nodded.

He's dressed in a red and white cape, hood, and plain white visor exactly as pictured on his personal website - all of which was made by Tony Stark.

"It's too late to regret it now," Tony reminded.

Yarlin checked the mask, and said in a calm tone, "I said, the day the world needs a 'miracle' to stand up, I will definitely go."

"……All right."

The man called out the armor: "Be careful."

Holding Yarlin in his arms, he flew to the rooftop where he had a better view and was temporarily safe, then put down the boy and joined the battle.

The mecha controlled by Jar fell to Yarlin's side.

"Sir sent me to protect you."

After Yarlin thanked him, he dug out the newly bought pistol, emptied the magazine, and stuffed it back into the pocket of his cloak.He stood on the edge of the rooftop, watching the commotion below, without saying a word.

People are wailing--

There was fire everywhere.Ordinary people who have no combat power flee in panic, but they are no match for a boulder falling from the sky, a shell that falls from the sky, or the fist of a mutant.

They are like ants, let others trample on them.

The once prosperous capital has become a slaughterhouse for criminals.A few random bombardments and blind demolition of buildings by them will cause hundreds of casualties.

And desperadoes spread all over New York.

- [6734].

Figures that only Yarlin could see were suspended in the sky.He seemed to have returned to the day when his homeland was destroyed, listening to the continuous crying and staring at the rapidly rising death toll.

Blood washed the bustling city.

- [6943].

- [7196].

- [7311].

……

Every second, this number is beating.

Below the number is a countdown.He can only save people who died within 3 hours.Once more than 3 hours, there is nothing he can do.

During the 3 minutes of casting the skill, it cannot be interrupted.

The area of ​​resurrection is so large that it can cover the entire earth... If an amplifier is developed, it might cover the entire universe.

The resurrection target is delineated by himself.

Descriptions of natural abilities emerged in his brain.The young man slowly closed his eyes, no longer looking at the tragic scene like hell.

A howl sounded into his eardrums.

--"stop!"

Suddenly, the wailing in his ears was replaced by an indistinguishable voice.The god of death warned angrily: "If you break the law for the second time, I will never forgive you lightly."

Arlin didn't respond to him.

The young man was engrossed in feeling the smell of blood, the numbers jumping up and crying one after another, all his trance was covered by the mask.

finally--

The death toll passed 10000.

"Jar."

"Don't make me pass out."

……What's the meaning?

Before Jar could digest Yarlin's order, he was frightened by the young man's screams and froze in place.It subconsciously caught the fallen Yarlin, and touched the transparent cold sweat and bright red blood.

Cold sweats hurt.

Yarlin curled up uncontrollably, kept rolling and struggling, and the screams in his mouth became more and more sharp, and finally turned into a hoarse and broken sound. Just listening to it, his throat would neigh with pain.

blood is...

Jar helplessly clutched the boy's shoulder.

He was stabbed in the shoulder by the clown and had cuts all over his body.as he rolls,

The unhealed wounds burst one by one, oozing blood.

"...Sir?"

Jar sent the image of Yarlin to his master and asked, "Should I interrupt him? His condition... is very bad."

"..."

Tony Stark looked around.

just now.

The golden light spots quietly drilled out of the void, covering New York.Crazy criminals pierced their own hearts by coincidence, and those who were on the verge of death also jumped off the building one after another to commit suicide.

Superman seemed to be stung by a sound, and fell to the ground covering his ears.At the same moment, the professor's face became ugly.

The heroes understand what happened.

Tony Stark hesitated.

Faced with this problem, everyone would hesitate: Yarlin endured for 3 minutes and saved a city; but if he forcibly interrupted the resurrection, tens of thousands of people in New York would lose the chance to "live" because of him.

"..."

He lowered his head and saw blood all over the place.

"...What did the kid say?"

"He said don't let him pass out."

"..."

Inventor, philanthropist, billionaire, Iron Man... Tony Stark has so many shining titles, but he can only look at the image transmitted by Jar with a lot of thoughts, and reply with an inaudible and hoarse voice—— —

"Respect his choice."

No one took the initiative to interrupt Yarlin.

This is a conspiracy.

Lex Luthor stared at the extremely rare frustrated and powerless expressions of the heroes on the screen, and shook his head in admiration: After witnessing this scene, he got his money back.It's not in vain for him to cooperate with that lunatic.

The Joker in New York holds a floating dot of light.The warm current spread to his limbs, giving him an extremely comfortable and dreamy feeling.

He raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth silently.

— New York is quiet.

The city that had turned into purgatory was appeased and baptized.In the peacefulness, only one person's wail remained.

3 minutes.

3 minute long.

In the endless pain and the roar of death, Yarlin resurrected the dead in New York.Trembling, he rolled out of Jar's arms, gently took off the mask, and wiped away the tears on his face.

"...Jar."

The young man was dumb from crying, and his speech was a little vague, with a trembling sound pinched by the pain: "Take me to find those criminals. Any one will do."

"Okay." Jar replied.

The mech picked him up, and flew to a criminal who was groping his body in disbelief, with an excited expression on his face.

"I, my illness is cured?!"

"A miracle!!! You saved me!" The criminal was so excited that he didn't know why, and ran to Yarlin in a daze, "It is said on the Internet that the people resurrected by you become very healthy. think--"

His voice came to an abrupt end.

The "miracle" who had given him a new life and had been worshiped by him for a month simply pulled out a gun and held it against his forehead.

"I can save you, and I can kill you."

"No, you can't...Aren't you a hero?!" The criminal opened his eyes wide, and his two sides were fighting, "I just want to live—"

- "click".

The trigger was pulled.

The criminal sitting paralyzed on the ground under the oppression of fear was stunned for more than ten seconds before realizing that Yarlin's gun was not loaded and was just scaring him.

The boy squatted down.

The red and white cloak fell to the ground, stained with dust.His finger was hooked on the pitch-black gun, and he shook it casually once.The muzzle of the gun seemed to be aimed at the criminal in front of him.

Yarlin's voice was as hoarse as a hissing snake, and his tone was as cold as the snow on the top of a mountain, containing threats that were hard to distinguish between true and false.

His voice is mixed with the texture of the mask.

"I was never a hero."

"so."

"next time."

"I'll reload."

The liver did not finish coding until 04:30 in the morning

I am not satisfied after coding

Wake up and have to continue coding new chapters

What kind of human suffering is this?

【cuckoo tears】

I saw that many readers asked why they couldn’t write Uncle Wolf, so here’s a unified explanation:

Around August last year, someone spread a rumor on the forum, saying that Disney/Disney/Ninny would sue the fandom area for copyright infringement, so Jinjiang banned all the characters and plots of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.Marvel can only write characters that were published in comics before 1968(?).

Uncle Wolf is born after 1968 (?), so it is not allowed to write.

At that time, a group of wives from the United States and the United States abandoned the pit and changed the article.

I still don't understand what the rumor maker is trying to do

【meditation】