American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Dio paused slightly with his knife and fork.

He stared at Clark wolfing down his food, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly.

That brisket.

He wants to eat too!

But in order to maintain his "elegant and sensible" image, he could only cut it into small bites and eat it.

As a result, that bastard Clark almost finished the whole plate of meat by himself!

Fortunately, Aunt Martha's next words also made him happy.

"Clark!" Martha reminded, "Look at Dio! We should learn from others' strengths and make up for our own weaknesses."

Clark couldn't help but stop moving suddenly after being scolded by his mother.

He looked up at Dio and found that he was elegantly cutting a small piece of meat with a knife and fork, his ruby ​​eyes curved at him with a well-behaved smile.

——In the past, Clark would have retorted unconvincedly:

He eats too slowly!

But today, Clark, who was taught by Uncle Locke, chose to swallow his words back.

"Okay, Mom!"

He grunted in response and slowed down his chewing, but still much faster than Dio.

Seeing Clark like this, Martha and Jonathan also smiled with satisfaction.

They didn't ask Clark to be as polite as Dio from the Locke family, they would be satisfied if they could be a little similar.

Dio: “?”

The fingers holding the dinner knife turned slightly white, and the knuckles turned blue from the force.

Damn Clark!

Why don’t you refute it today?!

asshole!

I also want to eat the beef brisket made by my dad!

Eat slowly!!!

The dinner knife made a slight creaking sound in Dio's hand, as if it was about to be crushed by him in the next second.

But on the surface, he still maintained a perfect smile, and even considerately pushed his plate towards Clark:

"Brother Clark, eat more. I'm not hungry."

Martha was so moved that her eyes turned red: "Dio is so sensible."

Jonathan nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, Clark, you should learn more from your brother."

Clark: "Thank you, Dio."

He looked at Dio's 'friendly' smile, then looked down at the extra meat on his plate.

It turns out that what Uncle Locke said makes sense!

You can really make a fortune by keeping quiet!

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about etiquette at the family dinner. We are all family."

Locke, who was standing by, suppressed his laughter and cut off a large piece of beef and put it on Dio's plate. "Eat more, little brat, and don't say you're hungry tonight."

"Thank you dad!"

Dio was so moved that tears were about to fall from his eyes. He knew that his father still loved him.

-

As night fell, the Milky Way spread out over the Kent farm, and the evening breeze blew across the porch, carrying the fragrance of the wheat fields.

Locke stood next to the tractor, picked up Dio by the waist with his rough hands, and easily put him in the passenger seat.

"Okay, kid, we should go home."

After ruffling Dio's blond hair, Locke fastened his seat belt for him.

"But Dad." Dio blinked his ruby ​​eyes and looked up at Locke: "I want to play with Clark for a while longer."

Still playing?

I'm afraid Clark won't be able to help but punch you, you little brat!

"What time is it, and you're still playing?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and deliberately put on a stern face, "I have to go to school tomorrow."

"Also, don't think I don't know that you took Clark to secretly read the book 'Demon Slayer: Vampire Hunter D' in class last time."

"?!"

Clark.

Dio gnashed his teeth and looked at his ignorant brother. Seeing his confused gaze, he wanted to eat him up.

This guy actually told tales!

Seeing Dio like this, Locke laughed, turned around and waved to the Jonathan family standing on the porch:

"Let's go. We have to get up early tomorrow morning to harvest the wheat."

Holding the drowsy Clark in her arms, Martha smiled gently and said, "Be careful on the road."

"Locke!"

"Don't worry." After clearing the table, Jonathan strode out the door and patted the hood of the tractor. "It's so dark now, stay here tonight. There's a room reserved for you anyway. Dio will stay with Clark!"

Locke was about to refuse, but Dio suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Dad, I'm a little cold."

This little bastard is acting again.

I guess he's waiting for the big one to come when he's sleeping with Clark.

Clark, what happened to you?!

Locke glared down at Dio, and the child was so frightened that he immediately shrank his neck and pretended to sneeze.

Martha suddenly felt distressed: "Oh, it's cold at night. What if the child catches a cold?"

Jonathan chimed in, "That's right. Your rickety tractor doesn't even have a windshield. How could a child handle it?"

Locke: “.”

"Jonathan, are you awake?"

"Your house is only 300 meters away from me."

"It's right next door!"

"?"

"It seems so." Jonathan scratched his head awkwardly, then laughed and waved his hand, "Then hurry up and leave."

The roar of the tractor broke the silence of the night, and the headlights cast a swaying beam of light on the country road.

The Kents stood in the warm light of the porch and watched them go. Martha gathered her shawl and sighed:

"I can't believe Locke has raised Dio to be so sensible."

Looking at the taillights of the tractor going away, Jonathan smiled and put his arm around his wife's shoulders.

"Who says not? When Locke first came to the farm, his eyes were so dull that it made people feel uneasy. Now..." He paused, looking at Clark who had fallen asleep in Martha's arms, "Maybe he has matured after becoming a father."

"Oh, didn't you notice?"

"Dio only shows his childish side in front of Clark."

Martha suddenly laughed as she spoke, "Just like how you always loved to tease Locke back then."

"How can I not!"

Jonathan's face flushed, but his voice unconsciously lowered.

-

Moonlight sprinkled on the bumpy dirt road. Dio curled up in the passenger seat, flipping through the novel in the dim light of the dashboard.

"Vampire Hunter D".

The pages of the book rustled slightly under his fingertips, and his blond hair hanging down made it difficult to read his expression.

Locke held the steering wheel with one hand. When he saw Dio flipping the book to the chapter "Vampire Weakness" from the corner of his eye, he finally couldn't help but say, "Dio."

"Ok?"

The boy didn't even look up, his voice was unusually brisk.

"Why is it always Clark?"

"I knew you'd say that, Dad."

Chapter 5 The World!

"But did Dad misunderstand something?"

"I'm not targeting my brother." He tilted his head with a confused expression.

The tractor ran over a piece of gravel and the body of the vehicle shook violently.

Locke took the opportunity to snatch the vampire hunter from his hand.

I was so stupid that I actually bought this novel for this brat.

"Don't give me that. Daytime books, last week's spiders, last month's..."

"Those were all accidents." Dio curled his lips and suddenly pointed to the roadside, "Dad, look! Fireflies!"

Locke subconsciously turned his head and saw that there were indeed spots of green light floating in the grass.

When he turned around again, Dio had already snatched the book back and was shaking it at him proudly.

"."

The night wind blew into the cab, bringing with it the coolness of dew.

"You, you..." Locke suddenly sighed, "Do you know that silly Clark still thinks you are really afraid of the dark? Every night when you lived in Jonathan's house, he would leave a night light on for you."

"And he even told me secretly today."

Imitating Clark's honest tone, Locke said:

"Although Dio always likes to play pranks, that must be because he is too lonely~"

"?"

Under the moonlight, the lines of Dior's profile suddenly became sharp, as if strange lines were drawn on them.

He clenched the spine of the book hard, and the sheepskin cover groaned under the weight.

"Clark is an idiot!"

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, with a coldness that was inconsistent with the child's appearance.

But Locke could keenly notice that the tips of the boy's ears were slightly red in the moonlight.

"Bang!"

The tractor slid across the slope and turned the last corner, and the outline of the Locke family home came into view.

"Dio, get along well with Clark from now on. He's a good kid, and I think you are too." Locke nagging, "What if Clark gets angry one day? That would be too scary. You don't want to be punched and sent flying into the sky, do you?"

The tractor stopped at the door. He pulled out the key, and Dio stuffed the book into his backpack and seemed to say something in a low voice.

"what?"

Locke didn't hear clearly.

"I say!" Dio raised his voice, glaring at me with red eyes, "He wanted to snatch it from me!"

The moment this sentence was shouted, a drop of water hit the dashboard.