American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 79 WRX9: Kids, I'm back!
"drop--!"

Locke pressed the remote control very quickly with an expressionless face and changed the channel decisively!
The screen instantly jumped to a noisy and exciting rugby game.

Deafening cheers and passionate commentary instantly filled the space that had just been occupied by the heavy declaration.

"Wow, I didn't expect your Uncle Lionel to have such a 'great' cause behind the scenes." Locke's voice returned to its normal tone, even with a hint of deliberate ease. He raised the juice glass beside him as if nothing had just happened. "Come on, let's drink a toast to your Uncle Lionel's... uh, grand blueprint!"

His proposal seemed a bit abrupt.

"cheers."

But Clark and Dio raised their glasses reflexively.

The three glasses collided gently in the air, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Father." Slowly putting down the cup, Dio's red eyes glanced at the front of Locke's shirt. He couldn't help but sneer, "You held the juice cup crookedly just now."

Locke looked down and saw that the water stains on the edge of the cup had soaked a small piece of fabric on his chest.

Locke wiped it away casually, his face expressionless. He simply glared at Dio unhappily, then listened intently to the commentator of the football game on TV, who was screaming in an excited voice:

"...Oh my God! Look at this charge! An incredible 40-yard dash! It tore through the defense like a bolt of lightning! The speed! The explosiveness! Guys, this is like... aliens landing on the court!"

"Can you imagine this guy was diagnosed with lifelong disability by Metropolitan Hospital just a year ago? Guys!"

"Hey, this guy is pretty good at charging." Locke couldn't help laughing.

"."

Clark and Dio looked at each other, though neither spoke.

But in fact, both of them could sense Locke's gloom.

Yes, after all, the few friends they had rarely met again, which was a big blow to their friendless old father/uncle.

After all, Uncle Lionel's 'busy' business lasted for four years.
He seemed to have been staying in Asia and Africa these years, never coming to the farm again, and even calling less and less.
Only during festivals would Miss Gray deliver the gifts.

And even more so according to Miss Grey's miserable complaints at the Christmas party last year.

Her job now has changed from an assistant to an assistant delivering gifts.

It can be said to be a one-stop service.

The once kind Uncle Lionel seemed to be becoming more and more distant in their eyes.
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As the afternoon sun gradually slanted westward, it transformed the originally bright light in the forest into a warm and mellow honey color, casting dappled patterns of light through the layers of branches and leaves.

Sarafiel, completely unaware that his family was anxiously waiting for him to have dinner, was now standing on a path covered with thick pine needles, emitting the fragrance of soil and pine resin. He was surrounded by a group of overly enthusiastic furry figures and could not move forward.

Just like that, I was trapped in a sweet and helpless 'encirclement'.

The snow fox tugged at the hem of his Tang suit with its pointed snout, the sika deer's moist nose nudged his palm, and even the normally timid hare raised its front paws to claw at his trouser legs.

"friends"

Sarafiel sighed helplessly and squatted down so that his eye level was with the little animals.

He stretched out his little hand and gently stroked their furry heads one by one.

"It's the middle of the day, I have to go home for dinner." He said in a clear, negotiating tone, "You guys should go find your own lunch, okay?"

"Ow~~~"

The leading snow fox immediately let out a long cry of grievance, and shook its little head as rapidly as a rattle.

The other animals also seemed to understand the key word "go home" and immediately began to make anxious whimpering sounds one after another.

Sarafiel tilted his head, looking at the animals with curiosity and confusion. After a long while, he finally couldn't help asking:
"Why don't you speak up if you want to say something?"

"."

The whole forest suddenly became quiet.

All the furry heads froze, staring at him with wide eyes, as if silently accusing him:

How on earth are we supposed to start talking?

"All right."

Sarafiel patted his knees and stood up. "Since you have nothing to say, I will--"

"Ouch!"

The old gray wolf who had been watching silently nearby suddenly pounced on him and grabbed his calf.

A brown bear next to it roared and lay down in the middle of the narrow path, blocking it tightly with its huge body. It even turned over, revealing its soft belly.

"Hey!" Sarafiel finally couldn't hold back his laughter. "What's wrong with you guys today?"

The animals were startled by his sudden laughter and took a small step back. However, when they saw that there was no anger on his face but a warm smile, they immediately gathered around him like a tide, sticking even closer than before.

The beautiful sika deer trotted away, returning a moment later with a bunch of bright red raspberries, glistening with water droplets. Carefully, with a hint of ingratiation, it gently placed them on his slightly muddy cloth shoes. "Hmm."

Sarafir looked at the endless "tribute procession" and suddenly asked, "You want me to stay?"

The furry heads nodded frantically.

"But..." Sarafiel frowned in embarrassment, "My father is still waiting for me at home for dinner..."

"Ao~" "Chijiji~" "Gugu~" "Gagua~"

The animals all shook their heads in unison, so much so that one wondered why they weren't getting dizzy.

Silently apologizing to his father in his heart, looking at these persistent and cute little creatures in front of him, Sarafiel compromised and said:
"Then... I'll stay with you until the sun sets? No later than that."

The animals looked at each other, as if conveying some kind of message.

Then there was a unanimous nod.

Until the smartest snow fox stood up again!

It pushed off the ground with its hind legs, and clasped its front paws together in front of its chest in an earnest manner, imitating the way humans do, and made a devout "prayer" gesture towards Sarafiel.

The other animals seemed to have received the signal and immediately followed suit!

In an instant, the entire clearing in the forest was filled with bowing fur balls.
The tall brown bear closed its big paws awkwardly, the fawn lowered its head gracefully, the squirrel tried hard to stand up straight, the hare learned to stand up its front paws, and even the fat raccoon did it pretty well. The scene was both spectacular and full of cuteness that made people laugh.

This is a pilgrimage of all beasts!

but.
For five-year-old Sarafiel, this was just the animals' heartfelt thanks.

"Alright alright."

Sarafiel sat down cross-legged and raised his finger to the snow fox that came over first: "But Brother Clark said that I can't eat the food you gave me casually-"

The fox's ears immediately drooped and its big golden-brown eyes became watery.

"Just eat a little bit." Sarafiel reluctantly compromised, then suddenly pointed somewhere and said sternly:
"That one over there! Put that fish back in the stream!"

The brown bear holding the bass froze in place, touched the back of his head awkwardly, and ran dejectedly to the stream.

With this negative example, the other animals immediately became orderly and spontaneously formed a long line.

Fresh mushrooms, plump wild berries, shiny pine nuts, and even a small piece of intact honeycomb that exudes sweet fragrance...

The gifts from the forest were now carefully piled in front of Sarafiel, and soon formed a small hill exuding the breath of nature.

"Sorry, Brother Clark." The little guy muttered towards the direction of the farm. He stretched out his little hand, picked up a bright red raspberry from the top of the "hill", put it in his mouth and took a light bite.

The sweet juice instantly bursts on the tip of the tongue, carrying the taste of sunshine and forest.

"Not bad~"

time flies.

The setting sun dyed the treetops golden and red, and the forest fell into silence.

Sarafiel was sharing pine nuts with the timid chipmunks, but out of the corner of her eye she couldn't help but notice that all the animals had their ears perked up.

"What's wrong?"

"Ow~!"

He had barely opened his mouth when the old wolf stumbled into the clearing, the wounds on its front paws leaving dark red marks on the soil.

Sarafiel subconsciously condensed a ball of light to heal his wounds, but the animals immediately went into a frenzy. The squirrels frantically pulled at the corners of Sarafiel's clothes, and the deer gently pushed his back with their horns.

"Wait. What on earth are you—"

"Crack!"

The spruce tree thirty meters away broke in half.

It was not until the treetops collapsed that Sarafiel could see a figure clearly.

The mechanical monster that can only be seen on TV appeared here silently.

Its chest was embedded with glowing green stones, and sharp metal spurs protruded from its joints.

The most terrifying thing is.
That head with no facial features, only a constantly rotating scarlet scanning beam!
"K"

The mechanical sound sounded intermittently.

"Target.Lock"

"revenge."

(End of this chapter)