The fat woman enjoys the thrill of this conquest, and everyone has to take it at her gun.

Clark gritted his teeth several times to rush up and hammer the pig's head.

But Martha straightened his face again and again, looked at him, and finally Clark threw away the whimpering fierce dog and walked out of the gas station with his family.

As the Jonathans rode away, the fat woman stuck out her middle finger behind her and shouted at them with a good intention.

"I wish you a warm and touching family of three who have a car accident on the road!"

Suddenly, she saw what seemed to be a few deep footprints on the ground not far away.

"Hell, did you have this thing before? Wait for the next unlucky ghost to come, and then let him pay for repairs. ”

The fat woman returns to the counter, tosses the dog food that Clark didn't take to her pet, and kisses what she considers to be the closest dollar in her life.

She unfolded the largest denomination of the bill and let it shine into the light.

Franklin's face at the center of the banknote is considered by this pig to be the most beautiful face in the world.

"Tuk Tuk!"

The sound of fingers tapping on the countertop sounded.

The fat woman, who had been interrupted to appreciate the beauty of the hundred-dollar bill, looked back, impatiently and just wanted to curse, and fixed her gaze on that face.

"My dear Franklin, you're going to have to be second."

The fat woman who took all her savings to open a gas station here, and tried her best to make money with it, obviously has no artistic energy, and there is no way to describe what she sees.

It was a tall young man, with a black shirt that was close to the body, and every button in front of his collarbone was tightly buttoned.

The skin of the snow, without any discoloration, dispelled a lot of the darkness from the interior of the small shop, which lacked lights and illumination.

His beautiful eyes are full of indifference, lacking the affection that people should have.

His black hair was long and soft, covering his ears.

"You're happy that you blackmailed that kid from a week's salary?"

Young Shirley looked at the fat and disgusting maggot in front of him.

The fat woman, who was just about to show her smile and look even more ugly, suddenly changed her face.

She said, "What do you mean?" Want to stand up for him? Who are you? ”

For some reason, she was full of foul language, and in front of this young man who seemed to be only black and white, she didn't dare to say anything excessive.

"I am his God!"

Shirley said, looking at the fierce dog that had been imprisoned and whipped by the fat woman all day long, and had stereotypical behaviors and serious diseases.

This sentence made the fat woman not have any suspicions, because the image of Shirley made her feel that the other party and humans were not the same species.

"Why his God? God's love for the world is biased......"

Before the fat woman could finish speaking, the fierce dog, who had overcome her fear, had already pounced on her and tore the fat layer fiercely.

Shirley walked to the clearing behind the gas station and raised her hand with her palm facing the ground.

The lone wanderers who had been murdered at this gas station broke through the layers of soil and struggled to breathe fresh air.

"I remember, I didn't break my leg with a shotgun, and then I ...... It's only right to be dead......"

A young girl in a cyclist's jersey looked at her hands in amazement, and even the slight scars left by her fingers when chopping vegetables were gone.

No one noticed that a young man had his back to them, shrinking back to his childhood.

On the way back from Wyoming to Kansas.

"Dad, we can't stand that, that's blackmail! Your attitude towards this kind of behavior is conniving! ”

Clark was very unhappy with Jonathan's actions.

"Clark, even if you vent your anger, it won't bring long-term happiness, maybe there's no one there, we won't be photographed.

But that's maybe, your heart can't fool you, Clark, I've always wanted us to have a peaceful life, and right here in Kansas, it's better to be a family than anything else. ”

Jonathan said as he slowed down.

"But that's our five hundred and twenty dollars, and that's to get Mom the washing machine she's always wanted!"

Clark in the passenger seat values the idea of frugality, but he is not doing it for himself, and his material needs are very low.

He didn't even need to eat, the sunlight could meet his energy needs, but Martha often advised him to eat more, and for dressing, as long as he didn't wear underwear and had clothes.

"My good son."

Touched, Martha reached out from the back seat and touched Clark's head.

As a member of the family, Hank also arches Martha's hand with his head, and he also wants to be touched.

Comforting the two children, Martha was driven forward by the inertia of the car after it stopped, but fortunately, Clark reacted quickly enough and carefully supported her.

"Thank you dear, Jonathan, for why the parking."

Martha looked over the windshield.

Jonathan shrugged, "There's a pretty cutie who sticks out his thumb for a ride, and I'm wondering if he's a runaway kid." ”

As soon as he said this, Clarke's face couldn't help but turn red when he joked.

Before he could get used to his superpowers, how to get along with the people around him and how to treat them, Clark escaped reality more than once, running away from home five hundred meters and sleeping in a cornfield at night.

When she was found by Martha, she had a "mother" in her dreams.

"Alright, Jonathan, no one is taking you for a dumb person, go see if that kid needs help."

Martha patted Jonathan on the shoulder.

Jonathan got out of the car and slowly approached the child.

Clark looked at the kid and felt a little strange, he shook his head again and again, puzzled.

"What's wrong? Clarke! Are you feeling unwell? Martha looked at Clark, a little uneasy about his actions.

Clarke's body has been fine since he was a child, a phenomenon that only manifests itself when he suddenly awakens to a new superpower.

"No, I feel good, it's just that I can't seem to see his face, let alone see through him."

"You must be tired, go back and have a good rest, but that kid's shirt doesn't look cheap, how can you be lost here alone......"

Mother and son were chatting in the car, and Jonathan had already arrived in front of Sherry.

Looking at this beautiful child, who felt a little out of breath, Jonathan was a little puzzled.

"Child, you don't have any dirt on your body, were you left here by irresponsible parents? How pathetic! ”

He noticed that the child was still holding a rudimentary-looking hourglass with transparent sand flowing from it.

"What is this?" Seeing that Shirley didn't say anything, Jonathan stepped forward and stared at the hourglass, which was about to leak out.

"Your time." Sherry's answer was unusually brief.

Jonathan was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud: "Is that all I have to do?" ”