American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

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Even the world cannot be summoned!

Dio pounded the ground and shouted, "Clark, you are a bastard!"

"You've ruined my day, bastard."

"boom--!"

Dio was interrupted, his face was stunned. He forced himself to look towards the river, only to see...

There was a huge water bag there!

The huge metal object that had sunk into the water with only a little bit left was now being lifted up by an invisible giant hand and breaking through the water!

Thousands of rainbows are reflected in the setting sun.

Countless water droplets are suspended in the air, motionless as if time has stopped!

Isn't this just the story of Moses parting the sea in mythology?!

Staring in astonishment at the separated water flow, Dio looked in disbelief at the transformed school bus being lifted back to the shore.

Are there really gods in this world?

It's the river god who's exerting his power...

?

"boom!"

The front of the car hit the shallows

The wet, blue-eyed boy climbed out from behind the car.

Let Dio transform into a materialistic warrior again.

Clark's face was as pale as silver, but he still managed a weak smile towards Dio:

"Hey Dio, I didn't mess up this time, did I?"

"Idiot! Who asked you to be a hero?!"

"because."

"Dio, if you had the ability, I think you would do the same, just like you think you can save the person under the meteorite."

Before he could finish his words, Clark fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

In his last consciousness, he heard Dio's curse coming from far away:

"Clark, you bastard."

-

In the wheat field, the setting sun dyed the stubble golden red.

After a tiring day, Logan lay sprawled on the haystack, his steel claws poking at the straw stalks intermittently, muttering to himself:

"Locke, where's the birthday party? I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Locke couldn't help but smile.

He stood up and said, "Calculating the time, they should be back soon."

"Logan, thank you for your claws. You might still have time to prepare your Canadian honey cake now."

Logan rested his head on his arm and said unhappily, "It's maple syrup cake, you tasteless peasant."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because Locke's expression suddenly froze.

The farmer slowly sat up, his eyes fixed on a certain point in the void.

Logan followed his gaze and looked—

There was nothing but waving ears of wheat.

"Uh Locke?"

Wolverine swallowed his saliva, and his steel claws retracted unconsciously. "It's honey, so be it. If you want to eat it, I can actually make it too."

But Locke seemed not to hear.

In his pupils were reflected words that only he could see—

【Dio Kent, nine years old】

[Stand-in: World]

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[Stand: Star Platinum]

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Chapter 35 is unblocked and can be read now

Oh my, I was really scared.

Chapter 37 Birthday, but Dark Will

The orange sun sets over the wheat fields.

Today was a peaceful sunset, but Locke's mood was not peaceful.

"Dior?"

"The world has grown?"

Locke muttered to himself as he stood up, a tall purple figure appearing behind him.

But this time it's different

A strange green light flowed through the golden lines on Star Platinum's forehead, then slowly gathered on his back.

Until it formed an emerald crystal emitting a faint glow!

Platinum printers are making a move.

But Locke couldn't be happy.

"The World!"

The world fell into darkness.

The ears of wheat froze in mid-air, and even the wind stopped blowing.

And at the moment when time resumes flowing.

The pickup truck engine next to it was already roaring.

Locke, you can also teleport?!

Logan stared at the scene in amazement: "What the f"

"Get in the car!" Locke shouted to Logan, who was still in a daze, "Come with me to town to pick up the kids!"

Wolverine finally came to his senses and crawled into the passenger seat.

then

He stretched out his claws and his eyes became serious.

Holding the unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his leather collar rustled in the wind, Logan said in a low voice:

"Listen to the farmer, no matter what's ahead."

The adamantium claws rubbed against each other, sending out dazzling sparks.

"Leave everything from now on to me to shred!"

"."

There was an awkward silence.

"Cough cough!"

Logan coughed lightly and turned around and said, "Locke, don't worry, think about the future. No one else will..."

"Bang!"

He was interrupted by the bumpy sound of a truck rolling over a ridge.

Then there was another sharp turn, and Logan's face slammed hard against the car window.

"F**k! Locke! My nose!!"

The truck sped along the country dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust.

But just as we turned the last corner, a familiar tractor suddenly appeared in front of us.

Jonathan and Martha were driving towards them with panicked expressions.

Seeing the two people's nervous expressions, Locke's heart skipped a beat and he quickly rolled down the window:

"Get in the car! We'll talk on the way!"

Jonathan jumped out of the car without saying a word and helped Martha into the back seat.

Before he could even sit down, Martha spoke in a tearful voice amid Locke's increasingly solemn expression:

"The school just called. The bridge broke and the school bus fell into the river!"

"Varied?!"

"It's ok Locke, the kids are all fine."

"It's just that," Jonathan said nervously, clutching his cowboy hat tightly, "Clark choked on the water while trying to save the other kids. He's in the hospital now."

"My little angel." Martha's tears fell like pearls from a broken string. "Why did it have to be today?"

The car was filled with depression. The sunset outside the car window slowly fell, and everyone's heart suddenly fell.

"Please don't worry, beautiful lady."

A low, sexy voice came from the passenger seat, and a hairy man turned his head. "I'm glad the children are okay now."

Hearing this, Jonathan noticed that there was a stranger in the car:

"Who is this?"

“I invited him.”

"Don't ask, brother." Interrupting Locke's words, Logan looked into the distance melancholy, "I'm just a traveler passing through, staying at a friend's house for one night. In return."

He paused, "Help him harvest the farm."

"Harvest Farm?"

Jonathan thought.

"Oh!"

Jonathan slapped his thigh.

"I remember now, you're the 'Farmland Wolf' who was faster than a combine harvester this afternoon, right?!"

"?!"

Logan's face darkened. "Farmland what?"

"Old Bob and I saw you this morning!" the old farmer gave a thumbs-up. "You were scurrying back and forth in the wheat field like a hungry wolf chasing a rabbit!"

"What farm wolf! I'm a gold—"

"—Winner of the Golden Harvest Award."

Locke interrupted him, trying not to laugh. "I heard he's a special talent from the Canadian Ministry of Agriculture. I paid a huge price to hire him."

"No wonder they're so smooth." Martha burst into laughter. "Mr. Logan, thank you for helping with the harvest."

After opening his mouth, Logan finally chose to stick his head out of the window in despair.