He didn't expect Clark to give him a Christmas present.

At Christmas time, my parents gave me and Clark Christmas gifts.

"Didn't you have a birthday before? But at that time I was doing some **** in the metropolis and couldn't prepare a birthday present for you, so sorry... this Christmas present should be considered as a superimposed gift with the birthday present, and... thank you before help me."

Clark thanked Eric while explaining to him.

At the same time, I feel a little guilty. This is not a Christmas gift that he specially prepared for Eric, but a birthday gift that he prepared in advance last time. Because it was not sent out by accident, it is kept until now.

Touching the gift in his hand, Eric's mood was a little complicated.

Special Christmas and Christmas gifts?

"Merry Christmas, Clark."

After a long while, Eric raised his head and looked at his elder brother, and said in an unnatural tone.

But he quickly hid his feelings that were not normal.

"Sorry, Clark, I didn't have anything special for Christmas."

Eric thought for a while, and took out an octagonal metal piece from his pocket and handed it to Clark, "But I think this can be your Christmas present."

The octagonal piece of metal was the key to the Kryptonian spacecraft, and Clark knew how precious it was.

Surprised, he looked at the octagonal metal piece that Eric handed over, and asked in surprise: "Is this okay? I know how precious this thing is. If it is placed in my hand, I don't know if I will... "

He wanted to say that he could not be sure to get rid of the control of his biological father, Joe El. Now that the key to the spaceship is under his control, is there really no problem?

"You can go from a **** with a red kryptonite ring to Clark, a farm cowboy. You've made a choice, so don't worry about being controlled by Joe El."

Eric said casually while tasting the turkey on the table.

After giving Clark the Christmas present, he turned his attention to the Christmas dinner in front of him.

"thanks."

Clark held the octagonal metal piece in his palm, and said to himself in a low voice, "I will definitely keep it, I swear."

After dinner, Clark offered to take a photo with Eric.

"What picture?"

"A picture about commemorating Christmas."

As he spoke, he placed the camera on the drying rack in the living room, aimed at the two of them, and ran towards Eric with super speed the moment he pressed the camera button.

Clark successfully moved to Eric's side before the camera was revealed.

With a "click" sound, the camera successfully recorded the moment in front of you.

The pair snapped a Christmas-themed photo — Clark in a Santa hat, and Eric with a frosty face.

"It's done!"

Clark clapped his hands proudly.

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The story of Sili Colonel's exorcism, everyone who likes this kind of story can be healthy.

Chapter 137 The devil is bound in a bottle

Whoosh!

An air current broke through the tranquility of the night sky, and in the woods of Smallville Town, the cold-covered needle forest exudes the smell of winter.

Eric's figure crossed a streamer in the sky and quickly disappeared into the sky.

After a few minutes.

Bang!

A dull landing sounded, and Eric landed heavily on the windmill tower in the forest.

On the towering windmill tower, the cold wind whistled.

Standing on it, you can see almost all the scenery.

The forest needles glowing with silvery white frost, the bright lights of the town in the distance, the white and pale yellow lights intertwined, forming a dazzling beauty.

Bang!

The explosion of the air sounded, and the speed of Clark's running in the forest caused the explosion and trembling of the air under the full release.

Clark ran under the windmill tower and looked up.

"Hey Eric, you said you could teach me to fly, but... do we have to come to a place like this?"

Clark raised his head and shouted to Eric standing on the windmill tower.

Although he was filled with excitement when he first heard that Eric could teach himself to fly.

But there are still some doubts about why it must come to such a place.

"No, actually, anywhere."

Eric said lightly: "It's just that I want to come to this kind of place and take a look at the scenery to relax."

"Forehead…"

Clark was choked, "Okay, that's the place. But... I have to state in advance that you taught me to fly, and you can't be as irresponsible as the last time I trained my heat vision."

"Of course, you come up first."

Eric spoke to him above.

After dinner, Clark proposed to train his flying ability, and hoped to get Eric's guidance and special training.

Although he wanted to refuse immediately, after thinking of the Christmas present Clark gave him, Eric's mentality changed slightly.

So finally agreed to Clark's request.

That's why the two came here.

Clark climbed up the stairs of the windmill tower and stood beside Eric.

"What are we going to do next?"

Clark glanced down and asked his brother.

"If you're going to learn to fly, you have to take all your fear out of your body."

Eric said to him: "Embrace the sky, not resist, Clark. When you dream about Lana, and wake up to find yourself floating in the air, it means that you have a subconscious talent for flying, but you can't do it in reality.”

"The way to train is...to get you from reliving what it's like to dream."

"Cough cough..."

When Eric said that he was floating in the air because of a dream of Lana, Clark's expression was a little embarrassed.

"How...how do you know it's because you dreamed of Lana?"

"I heard your conversation with Mom and Dad, but that's not the point, the point is..."

Eric stretched out his hand while speaking and pushed Clark forward.

Clark, who lost his balance, immediately fell down uncontrollably.

Bang!

No accident happened, Clark smashed down like an iron ball on the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

The frozen ground, smashed by Clark's body, made a loud noise.

The gravel and leaves scattered on the ground burst out far away.

"Well…"

Clark, who fell face down to the ground, let out a painful moan.

Because he didn't expect Eric to suddenly push himself down, he was caught off guard and didn't adjust his body shape, so that his face was in intimate contact with the ground.

Eric, who was standing on the windmill tower, looked at Clark who was on the ground and shook his head.

Sure enough... or not?

"I don't think this kind of murder will teach me to fly, Eric."

Clark moved his sore wrist and said dissatisfied with Eric.

There was a lot of dust on his face, and his clothes were scratched.

"Maybe, but I think this is the best training method at this stage! Clark, when you are in the air, you must learn to forget your fears, but to relax completely and experience the kind of fluttering in your sleep. feel."

Eric said solemnly.

"Forehead…"

Hearing Eric say the words "flourishing", Clark was 100% sure that Eric was kidding himself.

"you…"

Before he could say anything, he was pushed down by Eric Tower again.

"Ugh...!"

The wind was falling rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness resurfaced.

The natural feeling of weightlessness in the face of falling still prevents him from being completely empty.

Bang!

The body fell heavily on the ground, and all the surrounding leaves were splashed.

…

"call!"

Taking a deep breath, the lingering feeling of falling from a height hit the heart.

Bruce Wayne woke up from his chair, his chest heaving violently.

He dreamed again of the day he fell into the Batcave as a child.

Walking alone in the wilderness.

It was surrounded by half-human-high weeds, and no matter how you walked, it seemed that there was no end in sight.

The fact that he lost his parents and mother was unacceptable, forcing him to run away frantically, wanting to escape as soon as possible.

But in the next second, he suddenly stepped on the air, his body suddenly lost his balance and fell from the ground.

The helpless feeling of weightlessness, the pain of the body falling on the soil at the bottom of the well, the bats rising from the sky, like a painful nightmare, played out in my heart over and over again.

"Master Bruce, do you really need a break?"

Alfred stood aside and said to Bruce who woke up with some distress.

Bruce in front of him, still using the satellite system on Christmas Eve to monitor every move of Gotham Street and alleys, does not seem to have thought about Christmas.

"Christmas Eve has lost so much meaning to me, Alfred."

Bruce stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a serious expression.

Since he lost everything in the alley on the night approaching Christmas, he has never felt the joy that Christmas brings to him.

Since then, the red festival has completely turned into a dull and colorless gray.

"But Christmas, for us, always represents a day of summing up. The end of the year and into the new year, can let all the depression out, it...represents a new beginning, so Master Bruce...you can relax for a moment."

Alfred reminded politely.

"come down…"

Bruce shook his head and turned his slightly tired eyes to Gotham on the monitor in front of him.

"I experienced the feeling of falling again."

"Master?"

"Alfred, if I've been going on like this, fighting crime and policing this city, never resting, never compromising, always basking in darkness. Then...will I ever get tired and Fallen, like I fell into the Batcave as a child?"

Bruce asked the butler.

Alfred, who was silent for a moment, said: "No, young master, some people will change. But some people will never change, even if they are bruised and bloodied, even if they can't walk, even if they can't pick up weapons, They will never change."