Following Zod's gaze, all the liberated warriors were invigorated.

The temple of the Great Lord God is still there!

Knowing full well that there was no way he could get close to him at this moment, Zod took a deep breath and ordered.

"Explore a planet where we can live, and look for the ship signal of the son of Joe Carr, and the Great Lord God will surely see our loyalty to Him!"

Looking at the starry sky, even if there was only one ghost zone engine left that could be transformed into a spaceship, Zod's fighting spirit was still high......

Six years later, Earth.

"Jonathan, the corn kernels are already dry, put them back in the barn immediately, and, Clark, don't catch butterflies, they love freedom."

Young Martha wiped the beads of sweat from her sideburns with a towel on her shoulder, angry and funny.

Jonathan is like that, he likes to hold up little Clark of three years old to let him feel the wind, and soak up the joy of parenthood in Clark's laughter.

Crushing the tail handle of the shovel, Martha saw the cute and beautiful boy reappear.

He stood at the other end of the farm, a child who didn't like to laugh and liked to wear black.

"Our Clark will grow up to be cuter and prettier than him!"

Martha looked at the boy in the distance.

Jonathan got angry, and he stopped her: "Martha, don't belittle others for the sake of your own children, we have no experience as parents.

At all times, set a good example for Clark, who would be a man I would be proud of. ”

Young Clark looked at the boy in the distance in the sunlight, and always felt that the figure made him very close.

Shirley looked at the family of three and returned to her farm.

He forcibly revised the perception of the people on Earth, and on 600 documents from more than 17 countries, there are records of his purchase of the nearby farm, as well as the glorious history of his family.

Creating things out of thin air and revising history are all tricks for him.

Back at the castle on her farm, Shirley slept peacefully like a normal person.

Early the next morning, Shirley picked up the newspaper on the table and read the stories she knew in the past.

"The Assassination of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne," which was a newspaper headline, was a bit too eye-catching.

In the very center of the newspaper is the back of a child escaping from a cemetery.

Bruce Wayne, the future Batman, is still just a kid and he can't accept it yet.

Looking up at the sky, the star that carries the miracle of uniqueness is resisting the fate of uniqueness, so that Zod will come later, so as not to stifle the future superman.

Shirley looked at his farm, and the crops grew with his ideas, harvested, dried and flew into the barn.

When the passers-by outside the farm saw this scene, they didn't feel abnormal at all.

"Mr. Sherry, your farm is harvesting again, this is the eighteenth time this month......"

Shirley nodded slightly, as if she had said hello.

He modified the perception of everyone in the vicinity, and in the eyes of these people, everything that is unreasonable will be considered - normal!

This is to protect Clark.

The Kryptonian power he possesses has begun to awaken.

When someone sees a three-year-old Clark leaping ten meters into a height, they don't run away with their mouths covered while shouting to God.

Instead, they will compliment: "Mr. Jonathan, your son is so healthy!" ”

Pouring a cup of tea, Shirley walked down the steps and watched as little Clark came over to pick up the soccer ball that Jonathan had thrown.

"Mr. Sherry!"

Although it didn't stimulate the superbrain, Clarke, who was far more intelligent than his peers, was able to address people politely.

"Clark, call your father over, I have something to discuss with him."

Shirley drank a cup of tea, the main ingredient of which came from the Wall of Origins, the divinity of an old god.

"Yes, Mr. Sherry!"

Clark, who didn't have a strong appetite since he was a child, always felt that the cup of tea was delicious for some reason, so he picked up the football and went to find Jonathan.

"Daddy, Mr. Shirley said......"

Not long after Clark was gone, Jonathan arrived, smiling heartily.

"Hello, Mr. Shirley!"

Jonathan didn't take it lightly in the slightest because of the age of the person in front of him.

The other party bought all the land here and rented it to them at a very low price, and Jonathan inquired that Shirley's family had a thousand-year-old history and wealth and status that he could not imagine, but the other party was surprisingly approachable.

"You're overprotective of Clark."

Sherry was outspoken.

He didn't distort Jonathan and Martha's perceptions, and the two knew the magical powers that Clark possessed.

"Mr. Sherry, I may not have much experience, I don't think I can give Clark the best, but I gave him the best."

Jonathan looked at Clark in the distance and smiled as he leaned against the fence that divided the two farms.

He was not blinded by cognition, and naturally knew all kinds of miracles of Sherry's farm, the other party was simply like a god, and Clark's little ability was not so magical in comparison.

"He will become stronger and stronger as he grows, and the world restricts him, only your love, but don't let him become too constrained, it will make him unable to protect the people around him, thus hurting his heart."

Shirley reminded Jonathan.

"Thanks for the reminder! My little Clark needs me, sorry, Mr. Shirley"

Jonathan looked at Clark and left apologetically.

Little Clark was holding a soccer ball with Ms. Martha at his side.

"Enjoy your childhood, Carl Ayr."

Shirley prepares to turn around.

Martha suddenly stopped him.

"Mr. Sherry, it's Halloween in a few days, there are only three people in our family, it's not lively enough, I don't know if you would like to spend the holiday with us?"

For three years, they watched this magical teenager go alone, and for some reason they felt a little distressed.

"You don't have to ......"

As she spoke, the back of her head was pressed against something, and then a pair of fair, soft hands rubbed his face.

Martha looked at the woman she had met for the first time with a similar resemblance to Sherry, a shocking beauty.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Shirley's mother, and he'll be spending Halloween with me this year, thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Kent."

From time to time, the very restless hands tugged at Sherry's ears, pinched his nose, touched his lips, and doted a little too much.

Martha didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

A mother who has not seen her child for three years will also carefully observe whether she has lost weight, what is wrong, and whether she has eaten well and slept well.

"You look so young!"

Martha praised sincerely, in her eyes, Shirley was about thirteen years old, and this beauty, who called herself Shirley's mother, looked no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old.

After a polite goodbye, Martha returned home and stretched out her hand to little Clark with an expectant face.

"My little Clark, Mr. Shirley's mother is here, and they're going to spend Halloween together, perhaps in their family tradition."

And this side of Sherry Farm.

Anyone who can ignore the wall of man and god and approach him, Shirley can't find a second one.

He looked back at Fiora, who looked happy and called himself his mother.

Filial piety to death!