American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

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The ordinary-sized shrubs in the greenhouse, under this radiant light, seemed to be on fast-forward, sprouting, budding, and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A flower bud that wasn't yet ready suddenly burst open right next to Ivy's ear, scattering pollen all over the ground.

"this……"

She looked at the guy in front of her.

Monitoring data from the greenhouse showed that the light energy released in those less than ten seconds was purer than the previous ones, without any pollution, and even possessed a kind of ancient divine "sun".

It seems Xiu En didn't expect this either.

He looked completely innocent.

He stared wide-eyed at the giant pitcher plant overhead, its vines cascading down as if to shake his hand: "See! I told you! Is this what professionals do?"

He was about to strike a pose when he remembered that he was still tied up.

Ivy took a deep breath.

She looked down at the plant activity index on the tablet, which was rising wildly; the number was even more exaggerated than if she had eaten a fertilizer.

"Do you want to turn this welfare home into the Amazon rainforest?"

Although her voice was still cold, if Xiu En dared to get closer, he would have seen a pleasant smile curving up her lips. However, she seemed annoyed that she had been amused, and then looked even angrier.

Ivy casually tossed the terrifying-looking purple syringe into the waste bin, replaced it with a mint leaf that looked like it was carved from some kind of jade, and, with her fingers dampened by the cool dew, applied it to Xiu En's burning forehead as if conducting an experiment.

"Besides being used as scrap, this super-sized light bulb of yours does have some decorative value."

"It's the core of the main energy source!"

Xiu En corrected him, but he wisely kept quiet because the leaf was indeed very cool and comfortable.

This comfort finally calmed his constantly raging lungs down a little.

Seeing that Xiu En had recovered a bit and his complexion wasn't so bad, Ivy immediately summoned the carnivorous plant to tie him up and drag him into another pool filled with antidote herbs so he could soak for a while longer.

This spa experience was terrible.

Xiu En felt as if he had been thrown into a pot of Chinese medicine dregs that had been simmering for a week and hadn't been thrown away yet.

The refreshing minty flavor has disappeared.

This time, the vines fixed him completely in the dark, murky liquid, and even his neck was secured by a thornless ring to prevent him from moving.

This demotion was like falling from a VIP luxury ocean view room into a solitary confinement cell in Arkham.

"Hey, Ivy, maybe I should call you Dr. Ivy?"

Xiu En tried to lift his head, but he could only move his eyes.

He saw Pamela Ivy emerge from behind the wildly growing bushes, holding a large handful of black berries that looked like they were poisonous, and maliciously tossing them one by one into the pool where Hugh was.

"Seriously, can we talk this over a little? This smells just like Solomon's outfit!"

"I mean, if this is to celebrate me becoming a qualified glowing plant, could you please switch to some rose-scented fertilizer? I think I can shine even brighter..."

"You know I'm not in Roses right now."

Ivy's voice was cold, this time truly cold.

His eyes held a look of helplessness as he watched a fool who, despite holding the antidote, was trying to force poison into his mouth.

She walked to the edge of the pool, completely ignoring Xiu En's stiff, forced smile, which he was trying to force out, despite being tied up.

Her hand reached into the dark liquid and grabbed Xiu En's chest, where a metallic sheen was beginning to emanate from beneath the skin.

"Oh? This is a bit... wouldn't it fall under the category of sexual harassment?"

"Shut up."

Ivy's fingers didn't even exert much force, but countless tiny plant hairs pierced into Xiu En's skin through his pores.

There was no bleeding, but the feeling was a hundred times worse than coughing up gold dust.

Xiu En's lame joke got stuck in his throat.

"Do you find this funny, Sun?"

Ivy stared into his eyes.

"If I hadn't pulled you back just now, you might have turned into a pile of high-purity metal powder, and Bruce might have been able to use it to patch up that butler's wounds."

"You have godlike energy, but your body is fragile. Every piece of nonsense you spout to amuse those brainless kids is burning away the little bit of life force you have left like garbage."

She withdrew her fingers from Xiu En's chest, bringing with them strands of toxins that had been extracted.

"Now, you have two choices: one, continue to flaunt your pathetic sense of humor in front of me, and I'll call Solomon in and have him chop up the parts of you that haven't rotted yet to make fertilizer."

"Second, shut your damn mouth. Save your lungs, which are already too small to breathe properly, for oxygen instead of joking around."

"select!"

The greenhouse fell silent.

"select!"

The greenhouse fell silent.

Even the rustling sound of the plants growing seemed to stop because of this cold command.

Xiu En looked at Ivy.

He knew he was actually fine, just a little sore, but seeing Ivy's sad eyes, the golden light in Xiu En's eyes dimmed slightly.

He licked his lips, swallowing back the words he was about to say: "You're too serious." If a joke can't make others happy, then it's meaningless.

"Okay, okay."

Xiu En spoke in a very low voice, then slowly leaned his head back against the pool wall. This time, he truly shed all pretense, no longer relying on jokes to distract himself from his pain, and completely relaxed the nerve that had been taut to keep the scene in order.

"Okay, doctor, I'll do whatever you say."

He closed his eyes.

His entire being had never been so serene and quiet, like a true sunset that had learned to set.

A few minutes later, Ivy finally confirmed that the luminous man was indeed afraid to speak and affect his recovery.

And after the lung, which had been completely rotten, finally stopped hardening under the combined effects of the medication and the vines, a faint voice came from outside the greenhouse's glass wall.

The little girl named Jenny was riding on Solomon's broad shoulders, her whole face pressed against the glass, making a strange shape.

Solomon stared wide-eyed at Shuen, who was bound motionless in the pool, with only his head and a dim golden light visible.

"Was the glowing brother overcooked?"

The girl asked cautiously.

"I can't see the little bird anymore. Is it out of power?"

"It's not working."

Solomon also muttered something.

"Solomon...doesn't want to drink...the soup that's not bright..."

Ivy glanced at the pair of clowns, then at the still-living, unresponsive specimen in the pool, pretending to be a corpse despite its discomfort.

He's not bad.

A slender vine lifted the empty test tube from the ground and threw it into the trash can.

"He's charging."

Ivy said coldly.

"Don't bother me until he learns not to blow fuses."