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Chapter 102 Dad, Will I Never Be Abducted by Aliens?
The time soon came to ten o'clock in the evening.

"Good night."

Peter glanced at Star-Lord, who was wearing blue children's pajamas, and prepared to turn off the lights and leave the room.

"dad."

Star-Lord, who was lying on the bed, suddenly called him.

"what happened?"

Peter came back, sat down on the bed and stroked his hair.

"Dad, is Miss Kelly my mother?"

After a moment's silence, Star-Lord suddenly asked Peter.

Peter was stunned for a moment, and looked into his puzzled eyes, "Why do you ask that?"

"I dream a lot, Dad."

Star-Lord blinked and wrapped himself in the quilt.

"dream?"

Peter frowned slightly when he heard Star-Lord talk about dreaming.

A-Zu also often dreams, and all he dreams about are things from the black robe world in his previous life.

Now Star-Lord also says that he dreams often.

Will these babies who fall from the sky be able to contact their past lives through dreams in the future?
"What did you dream about, Star-Lord?"

He was somewhat curious about what Star-Lord dreamed about.

"I was abducted by aliens."

Star-Lord said in a somewhat depressed mood: "I ran out of the house. It was very dark at night. Then I saw a flash of light just above my head. An alien spaceship sucked me in. Then... Then I was kidnapped and left the earth. I could never see my family again and I could never come back."

"I hear my mother calling me, but I am getting further and further away from her. We will never see each other again."

At this point, Star-Lord looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Dad, will I be captured by aliens? Then I will never see you again. I am afraid. I am afraid these things will happen."

Listening to what Star-Lord said, Peter was stunned for a moment, then organized his words and comforted him: "No, these things will never happen, it's just a dream."

"It's just a dream. You fell asleep. It was a long journey, a long night, a low haze, an incredible illusion. Star-Lord, this is the magic of dreams. It is just a story derived from our minds, a part of our life journey, and has nothing to do with reality."

"Dad, dreams really have nothing to do with reality?"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with reality."

Hearing Peter's affirmative words, Star-Lord breathed a sigh of relief, "That means I will never be abducted by aliens and will never leave the earth, right?"

Peter nodded, "Dad swears to you, you will never be abducted by aliens, and even if that happens, Dad will rescue you, even if it is outside the galaxy."

"Then we've settled."

Star-Lord stretched out his hand and wanted to make a pinky promise with Peter.

"That's a deal."

Peter made a pinky promise with him.

After coaxing Star-Lord to sleep, Peter went into his room and unwrapped the package.

The gift from Star-Lord caught his eye - a handmade cassette.

Picking up the simple tape that spliced ​​different songs together, he looked up at the dark night outside the window.

It seems... Star-Lord's mind is far more delicate than he appears.

The next day, Kent Farm.

When Jonathan got up, he found that his motorcycle was missing.

"Martha!"

Jonathan, who thought his motorcycle was stolen, quickly called his wife over and said, "Our motorcycle is gone."

Martha rushed over after hearing the noise, only to see that the place where the motorcycle was originally placed was now empty.

She looked around and said, "Impossible! We didn't hear any sound at night, unless someone could just carry the motorcycle away."

Jonathan frowned upon hearing this. Just carry away? A motorcycle? !
Just as the two were puzzled, they suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle accelerating!

Hearing the familiar sound of the accelerator, the couple turned around in surprise and saw Clark riding a motorcycle wearing a pair of red sunglasses.

"Clark?"

Jonathan looked at the showy Clark in surprise, and immediately got angry. "Why did you go out on a motorcycle alone without saying hello to us?"

"Sorry, Dad, I just had a taste of freedom."

Clark said nonchalantly.

"Free? You have your own mission. You can't be free, Clark."

Jonathan suppressed his anger, "You went out last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I went out and experienced the feeling of flying, and it was the most unforgettable time I ever had."

"You're taking it too far, Clark."

Jonathan frowned at him, "Do you know how worried this will make your mother and me?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it anymore. I will leave here forever."

Clark said as he walked towards the house, and came back a moment later with his luggage and put it on the motorcycle.

"Clark?!"

Seeing her son's behavior, Martha immediately spoke up to stop him, "Are you going to leave the farm?"

"How about I stay here and continue farming while you continue to doubt me and stop me from doing what I want to do?"

At this point, Clark emphasized, "You never really trusted me!"

Clark took off his sunglasses and said to the two in a relaxed tone: "The Godfather is different. He has always trusted me and encouraged me. He is also willing to see me break free from the shackles. He is like my real father. I will leave here, leave here forever, and live with the Godfather."

Hearing Clark's outrageous words, Jonathan's heart was instantly filled with anger.

"Clark, I want you to listen to what you are saying now, you..."

He took a step closer to Clark and looked at the ring on his hand, "There looks to be something wrong with you. It must be that red ring."

Clark was packing his luggage, and when he heard Jonathan's words, he looked up and faced him. "Are you still mad at me for buying that ring? It's really sad, Dad, Mom, you always get hung up on these insignificant little things."

"Clark, you don't know what you're doing."

Jonathan said as he tried to reach out and take the ring off Clark's hand.

But Clark was quick-eyed and quick-handed and dodged the opponent's hand that was trying to grab him.

"No no no you don't want to touch me."

Seeing Clark's increasingly excessive actions, Martha next to him shouted at him: "Clark, stop, look at what you are doing?"

Seeing his son's arrogant and domineering appearance, Jonathan's stubborn temper also came up. He frowned and walked quickly to Clark again, saying in a firm tone: "Clark, give me the ring!"

"What if I say no?!"

Clark didn't give in.

For a moment, the atmosphere between father and son became tense.

"Clark, you are not sober now. This is your father. You have to calm down."

Martha advised Clark: "Maybe it was the ruby ​​ring in your hand that made you lose your mind and become no longer like yourself."

Jonathan continued what Martha said, "Yes, something has become wrong since you put on this ring, Clark. It may change your personality."

"You mean"

Clark looked hesitantly at the ruby ​​ring on his finger, "Is it because of it that I do these things and say these words?"

"Right, so you have to take it off."

"Take it off?"

Unexpectedly, Clark's expression suddenly changed, and he said with a smile: "You are wrong, I should have bought it earlier."

He put the luggage on the motorcycle and secured it. "If you want to stay in this crappy place for the rest of your life, then stay. This is your problem. I'm tired of this poor life."

Clark's words completely infuriated Jonathan.

"Hey, Clark, listen!"

Jonathan raised his voice, "We're not a wealthy family, but we've never owed you anything."

“I can make my own money.”

Clark confronts Jonathan, "I have super powers, I can be a football player, a TV and sports star, but you force me to suppress myself."

After saying that, Clark turned around and prepared to ride away on his motorcycle.

"No!"

Jonathan grabbed the handlebars and said in an excited tone: "We are protecting you. We don't want anyone to take you away."

"protect me?"

Clark sneered, "What a ridiculous statement. You might as well say you are using me? I am just a tool you use to run your farm."

"But now, everything is about to change!"

"boom!"

Clark gave his father an evil and crazy smile and then stepped on the accelerator.

With a "boom", the motorcycle rushed out like a raging bull.

The smoke and mud sprayed by the motorcycle swept the dumbfounded Jonathan and his wife.

Meanwhile, Padraic Farms.

Peter went out for something, so now only A-Zu and Star-Lord are left on the farm.

"You didn't actually record yesterday, did you?!"

At this time, A-Zu, who probably knew that he was tricked last night, asked Star-Lord angrily.

"I don't know, maybe it was recorded, maybe not, I forgot."

Star-Lord naturally wouldn't tell the other party the truth.

He also wanted to use the recording as leverage to threaten A-Zu.

If the other party really wanted to beat him up, he would threaten to give the recording to his father. In this way, he believed that A-Zu would definitely not do anything wrong.

He was unwilling to hand over something that was so important to him.

"Sooner or later, I will send you to the Kavachi tribe."

A-Zu said unwillingly.

After returning to the room in a depressed mood, he took a few deep breaths and suddenly glanced at the cows in the cowshed.

Thinking that Peter was not at home, I suddenly felt restless.

five minutes later.

A-Zu walked to a cow with an iron spade, looked left and right, and after confirming that Star-Lord was still in the room and no one noticed him, he squatted down and started milking the cow.

"Zi!"

"Zi!"

Fresh milk was squeezed into the iron pipe. When A-Zu smelled the slightly fishy milk, a wonderful and indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

Although I know I shouldn't do this, I'm addicted to this pure natural milk.

After looking around guiltily again, he picked up the iron paddle and prepared to taste the freshly squeezed milk.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a bite, I heard the roar of a motorcycle.

Then, as he stared in amazement, Clark, wearing red sunglasses, rode a motorcycle towards the farm.

"Squeak!"

Clark stopped the motorcycle, put up the kickstand, got off the motorcycle, took off his sunglasses, and greeted A-Zu, who still had a trace of milk stain on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, John."

"Clark?"

A-Zu didn't bother to hide the iron poke, and asked in surprise: "Are you a biker gang? Or are you going to play Mad Max?"

(End of this chapter)