The Richest Man in the DC World

For delivery, the three of them are newbies and don't know what to do. Kate Nash's scream can lift the roof, but the three of them go around in circles like flies without their heads.

The room was messy and out of order.

In the end, Zatanna, who was the same woman, picked up the beams and drove the two out and asked them to prepare boiling water, scissors, and medicine. She comforted the pregnant woman as described in the video while delivering her baby.

Time passed slowly. Unknowingly, an hour passed. There was still no movement in the room. No. 8 was sweating on his forehead and pacing back and forth in the corridor. Kate was over fifty years old and belonged to a super-aged pregnant woman. The end of the dead two lives.

At the same time, there was more fog outside the castle, and from time to time there was a tingling scream in the hazy fog.

Luke stood at the window, looking coldly at the ghost army flying in the distance, the lonely souls and ghosts scattered all over the mountains, had been cleaned up twice, and he still rushed to the castle desperately.

John Constantine whispered,

"The situation is a bit wrong."

Luke said indifferently, "As long as you are not blind can see, where is the problem?"

John glanced back and saw that the president was far away, he approached Luke and said in a very low voice.

"That child is probably the reincarnation of the devil."

"Do you think I would believe such nonsense?"

John shook his head, "I didn't lie to you. Look at the dead souls outside. Didn't you realize that their purpose here is not to destroy, but to guard... guard the king who is about to be born."

Luke was silent, he didn't see it, he just didn't want to admit it.

"That kid has a naturally evil soul, and he can control the ghost of the dead before he is born. When he grows up..." The rest of the words were not said, everyone understood.

Luke condensedly said, "So, you want him to die."

"Don't slander me, I didn't say that."

John waved his hand again and again, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a deep breath after lighting, "Some things...how do you say, you can’t use common sense, just like a child in a house, the process of growing up will lead to many innocent people. Die."

"This is destiny. If you want to stop it, you can only prepare in advance."

boom!

The eighth rushed up and hit him to the ground with a punch.

"Close your crow's mouth, that's my child."

John opened his mouth speechlessly, he could only protect his head, and it was the president of the United States who beat him. What can he do!

Luke cast a blank look at the two of them and continued to stare into the distance. Although John Constantine was unreliable, there was some truth in what he said. From a safety point of view, the child should not stay!

The eighth sensed the idea of ​​the ontology and said quickly,

"I want to talk over there."

Luke didn't say anything, turned and left, and the eighth quickly followed, and the two stopped at the entrance of the study.

"You seem to care about that kid?"

"He is different."

"Where is it different?"

Number 8 said hesitantly, "The child's soul is tied to our origin. I'm not sure if he can master the green flames, but the fluctuations emanating from the depths of the soul can't be wrong."

"In terms of bloodline, he has nothing to do with us, but in terms of soul, he is our child, and that is..." Speaking of this, he was full of entanglement, and he spoke with courage.

"Child problem!"

After saying this, he bowed his head deeply.

Luke's face was pale.

"You are looking for death."

No. 8 hesitated, "There are some things that can't be kept secret. Over the years, you have had relationships with many girls, and none of them are pregnant. I think you are more or less aware of it."

Luke stared at him coldly, a strong murderous intent burst into his eyes.

"Your consciousness is that my body is not good."

"no no!"

The eighth waved his hands repeatedly, and his face turned pale, "Of course we know how strong your body is. The problem is not here, but the soul. The green inflammation brings powerful strength and hidden dangers. It prevents the birth of new life. ."

Luke said indifferently, "This is the reason you made up to protect him, how do you know that I can't give birth to a child."

"..."

Luke's gaze became more and more severe, and the burning flame in his eyes made Number Eight tremble uncontrollably.

"You think I don't know about Lu Yan? You think I don't know its hidden dangers? You think I haven't thought of a solution?"

"I will take care of my business, it's necessary for you to care!"

The eighth became soft and fell slowly.

"Stand up straight."

No. 8 tensed her body quickly, and did not dare to move.

"Is this your idea? Or their idea?"

No. 8 shook his head quickly, "It's my own idea, it has nothing to do with them."

"You are smart."

Luke sneered, as he was about to speak, Zatanna rushed out of the room with blood on her hands.

"Quickly, ma'am, she... she can't hold it anymore."

The eighth's face changed drastically, and he hurried over. Luke followed closely. John wanted to follow, but Zatanna gave him a stern look.

The air in the room was bad, alcohol mixed with blood, and there was an unspeakable smell of dryness. Kate Nash, who was pale, was lying on the hospital bed with white lips and cold sweat on her forehead. Her health was very bad. , And even symptoms of local cramps.

For a lady over fifty, there is no difference between having a child and committing suicide.

Zatanna said nervously, "She is about to lose her strength, and she is still in a mild coma. You'd better think of a way, if you drag it on, neither the mother nor the child will be able to keep it."

The eighth looked at Luke hopefully, knowing that the body must have a way.

The atmosphere is somewhat depressing.

Luke strained his face, swaying between saving and not saving. He didn't want this child to be born, but the scene before him made it hard for him to be cruel. Maternal love is the greatest power. It will leave a shadow for half a lifetime.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally walked to the hospital bed and reached out to touch the center of the pregnant woman's eyebrows. The constant divinity was transformed into vitality and injected into her body.

Kate Nash slowly opened her eyes, took a long breath like a resurrection, and screamed again in pain the next second.

This night, Luke didn’t know how he came here. By the time of daybreak, the whole person was in a trance, and Zatanna was also broken down. Before that, she had always thought that having a baby was A sacred and beautiful thing.

"Luke!"

The eighth at the door of the bedroom waved here, with a nervous expression.

Luke dropped his cigarette butt, got up and walked over.

"What's wrong with the kid?"

As he spoke, he closed the door, "Look at his eyes."

Luke stared intently, frowning.

A pair of eyes, the left eye is dark and dull, exuding strong black magic waves, the right eye is dark green, and the pupils seem to be burning with fire.

What's even stranger is that the little guy didn't cry or make trouble. After seeing the two, he stared straight at him without blinking.

Luke even felt a hint of malice from it. It was hard to imagine that this would be the look of a baby.