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Chapter 88: Fatty's Diet Problem

"What terrible thing?"

Azu looked at the uneasy Clark.

"Did the school bus and Mr. Jonathan fall into the river together?"

Azu scratched his head and asked, "Because you didn't know which one to save first, you got into a very scary situation?"

"No, of course not."

Clark glared at Zu, "I saw a flashback when Ms. Nancy was holding me just now. It disappeared quickly, but I saw it."

"What is it? Clark."

"I saw Miss Kelly, you, and me, Godfather, we all fell down, and it was pitch black night around us, and everything was blurry"

"Then, a white, warm light illuminated the night."

Padraic Farm.

Clark told Peter what he saw at Ms. Nancy's place.

"Godfather, I didn't see it clearly, but the feeling was very real. I was very scared."

Clark looked at Peter with a helpless look, "Is that true? Ms. Nancy said she can communicate with spirits. Is what I saw going to happen?"

"No, that's not real, Clark."

Peter whispered to comfort him, "Ms. Nancy said she would tell your fortune, but that doesn't mean that what you see is your fortune."

Clark exudes a melancholy aura.

"But, Godfather, I read in a book that fate is like a huge roller coaster. Everyone is firmly fixed in their seats and no one can get off early. During the roller coaster ride, people will experience peaks and valleys, sharp turns and long straight lines. People will scream, get nervous, and be afraid, but the final outcome is always a slow drive to the end."

"Fate determines everything we will experience. The hand of fate controls everything in the world."

He looked up at Peter and asked, "Godfather, is this true? Is fate fixed?"

Peter looked at Clark in surprise.

He didn't expect that this boy was becoming more and more like a philosopher.

"Clark, fate cannot bind you."

He said to the other party: "Remember what we discussed? Not being afraid of making choices means you are in charge of your own destiny."

"I know, Godfather, I'm just afraid. I'm afraid of losing you."

"No, of course not."

Peter consoled the other person, his eyes becoming more serious.

This "Jibu" guy is really not a good person.

"She's not a gypsy!"

In the backyard, Kelly, wearing a tight vest and a ponytail, took out the arrows from the quiver on her back and shot at the target opposite.

After living on the farm for a few days, she could no longer suppress her wild nature and set up an archery range in the backyard.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow hit the target accurately. Kelly shook her braids, turned around to wipe the sweat, and checked Star-Lord who was sitting on the child's chair next to her.

"Of course, she's not an Indian either. She's just a Mexican who wandered here a long time ago. My grandfather told me about her."

Peter nodded and looked at Star-Lord, who was waving happily in the stroller.

His brows furrowed slightly, "Star-Lord eats too much fat."

He suspected that this kid would soon grow up to be the "Fat Duke" in his previous life.

The thought of the fat Star-Lord dancing awkwardly in front of everyone gave him a headache.

"You should keep his weight under control, Kelly."

Kelly said she felt wronged. "I never stuffed food into his mouth. I always scientifically prepared Star-Lord's meals according to the method taught by Ms. Neil."

"Then it seems that this nutrition is too rich."

Kelly wiped the sweat off her head and said, "Maybe this little guy is a pig. He grows fast and eats a lot."

"By the way, my grandfather wants to meet you." Kelly said to him, "He wants to thank you. Because of your help, Leno Luther stopped the construction of his industrial park, and the murals in the underground caves were preserved."

"You're welcome. I'm also very interested in those murals."

Peter reached out and picked up Star-Lord, and found that the little guy had become a lot heavier.

He grows so fast, he must be born in the Year of the Pig.

He had gone to Leno's estate before and talked to him about the matter.

Leno readily agreed to stop the plan to build the park.

Although the other party didn't mention anything, there was no doubt that I owed this guy a favor.

"Honestly."

Kelly glanced at Star-Lord in Peter's arms and asked him hesitantly, "Peter, are you from Earth or an alien?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because that night, you easily dragged the spacecraft into the barn cellar, and Clark, and John, you fell from a height of one hundred feet without any injury."

Kelly looked at Peter with a complicated expression, "Clark and Zu were also chosen by fate and fell from the rain of fire, right?"

"No!"

Peter shook his head and said, "Clark is the child of Mr. and Mrs. Kent."

"What about A-Zu?"

"Azu is different."

Peter was just about to explain, but Kelly took a deep breath and said, "I know, Peter, you must be the one who was born in the rain of fire many years ago, right?"

Listening to the other party's irresponsible guess, Peter remained silent.

You are going against Tian Gang!
How did he become his own son?
"You, you are wrong. I am a generation older than them."

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly felt a chill on my chest.

When he picked up Star-Lord, he discovered that he had peed on him.

Seeing Peter's unskilled movements, Kelly hurried over and took Star-Lord from him.

"I really wonder how you ever raised John."

Peter: "."

night.

Kelly's grandfather, Chief Joseph, came to the farm as promised.

At the dinner table, the old chief excitedly told everyone: "Legend has it that a man descended from the rain of fire fell in love with a woman we call the mother of the tribe, and then they had offspring, which is also the origin of our Kawache people."

Peter put down his knife and fork and asked, "Mr. Joseph, do you know where he is from?"

"I don't know. The stories passed down orally don't have many details. Some say he came from another world, while others say he came from another planet."

Peter nodded when he heard this, feeling that the story was a bit far-fetched.

"Sir, can your statues come back to life on their own?"

A-Zu next to him asked curiously.

"No, they don't have such ability, otherwise they wouldn't be burned as firewood."

After taking a sip of wine, he looked at Kelly who was sitting next to him.

The granddaughter seemed to enjoy the dinner very much. She looked at Peter with a smile, then turned her head to listen to him.

The chief narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt that the girl was too old to be kept.

"You're not from here, are you, Peter?"

he suddenly asked Peter.

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