American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

The continuous mental exhaustion gave him a splitting headache and his breathing became rapid.

"boom!"

The World stumbled, its fist brushing against the school of fish, stirring up a string of turbid bubbles.

"Huhu."

The rapid breathing scared away the dragonflies on the shore.

Can.

"The accuracy has improved."

“But why can’t I find that feeling?”

Dio sighed, feeling rather distressed.

Time stopping still sometimes works for him and sometimes doesn't.

He has been practicing here for a long time without telling Clark and his father.

But I just can't find that feeling.

Two little heads quietly poked out from the bushes a few meters away.

"What is Dio doing?"

There was a gleam of doubt in Luther's pupils.

Clark nodded, his eyes fixed on the river below.

"He's probably meditating." After a long pause, he whispered, "Uncle Locke said that when you're stressed, it's best to sit down calmly and close your eyes. That way you can relax."

Before he could finish his words, Clark suddenly trembled all over.

Invisible waves covered the surroundings, and his eyes blurred, and he saw a transparent figure rushing towards them!

"careful!"

Clark instinctively grabbed Luthor and tried to hide, but suddenly changed his mind.

He stretched out his hand, facing the invisible attack.

"boom!"

A muffled sound exploded in the air, and the invisible shock wave lifted up all the fallen leaves around the two people.

Luther's tie was hit in the face by the air wave, and he stared in amazement at Clark's palm suspended in mid-air, as if resisting some invisible behemoth.

"Clark?!"

Dio by the river suddenly opened his eyes, his voice changing tone, "How could you touch him?!"

Fallen leaves fluttered down, and one of them brushed Clark's eyelashes.

The boy first looked up at the tall, transparent figure before him, then looked at his own hand in confusion.

"I I don't know"

He only felt a strange burning sensation on his fingertips, as if he was holding a fragment of the sun.

Although it's not painful, it still hurts a little.

Dio staggered to his feet, and the two boys stared at each other from a distance.

Luther on the side was stunned and couldn't help but shrink back.

Should I not be here?

He looked at the big tree beside him and swallowed silently.

Luther regretted why he wasn't in the tree.

After a while.

"Dio, how many fish are there?!"

Looking at the fish floating in the river, Clark swallowed his saliva and said, "How long will this last for us to eat?"

"Clark, they're just fainted, not dead."

"Also, answer my question." Dio took a deep breath, his red eyes fixed on Clark: "Can you see 'him'? Describe to me what he looks like? What color is he?"

"Uh-huh."

Seeing that Dio had cracked the topic he had tried to change, Clark blinked and tried to recall:

“I can’t see any color. I can only feel a vague outline.”

He gestured, "About this tall, like a transparent humanoid?"

Hearing this, Dio's tense shoulders relaxed.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this big fool is not a real Stand user.

"What about this power?"

Dio asked in surprise, "When did you find out?"

Could it be that.

He was shocked. Clark actually saw everything he did with the world?!

“It was the school bus incident.”

Clark scratched his head sheepishly. "At that time, I felt a surge of power in my body. But..."

"It seems that it can only be used in extremely critical situations."

Then I feel relieved.

Dio stroked his chin thoughtfully.

It seems that Clark's ability, like his time-stopping ability, is sometimes effective and sometimes not.

This discovery made him feel inexplicably relieved.

At least this big idiot won't suddenly become stronger than him.

"Hey! You three!"

A sudden shout broke the silence.

The three turned around and saw Locke had found their way here, standing on the ridge of the field and waving at them:

"Come back for dinner! Lunch is delicious!"

Hearing this, Luther, who was trying hard to reduce his presence, nodded immediately as if he had been pardoned. "Then let's go back, Dio, Clark."

Clark stood up, "Dio, we..."

"Shut up." Dio interrupted him, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"oh"

Clark nodded obediently, then suddenly remembered something, "But Lex"

"Lex." Dio smiled kindly, "You wouldn't do that, would you? We're friends."

"This is a secret between friends, you can't tell even Mom and Dad~"

Chapter 43 Luncheon

On the dining table——

Grilled ribs, creamy corn chowder, fresh-baked blueberry pie, and Jonathan's proudly smoked ham.

Lionel cut the ribs with his knife slowly and gracefully.

but

Luther was acting out of character, his fork practically scratching sparks on his plate, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

For him who rarely eats this kind of food, this place is simply heaven!

"Lex."

Lionel frowned slightly and gently pressed the corner of his mouth with his napkin. "Pay attention to etiquette."

The little bald man froze, put down his knife and fork immediately, and beads of sweat oozed from the back of his neck.

Seeing this, Martha couldn't help laughing: "Lex, is the food to your taste?"

"delicious!"

Lex blurted out, but then realized his mistake and lowered his voice three degrees.

"I mean...it tastes very pleasant. Miss Sally cooks at home, so it's rare to find something like this..."

"Miss Sally?" Martha looked at Lionel curiously.

"Nutritionist."

Lionel shook his head helplessly.

"She's responsible for Lex's dietary balance. I'm sorry to bother you all, but this kid usually..." He glanced at the sauce at the corner of Lex's mouth and sighed, "Maybe it's because he doesn't have the opportunity to experience home-cooked meals like this."

"Haha, if it's delicious, eat more!"

Jonathan wielded his fork generously, picked up the ribs, and divided them between the three children's plates, while rubbing Clark's head.

At this moment, the boy was stuffing a whole piece of ham into his mouth, and his cheeks were deformed.

"."

He looked at Dio and Luther who were in elegant postures.

Jonathan's mouth twitched slightly, and he said embarrassedly: "Actually, as long as you eat slower than my kid, you can be considered a civilized person."

"?"

Is this a compliment to me for eating fast?

Clark blinked his blue eyes, puffed out his cheeks, mumbled something incoherent, and then picked up another piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lionel couldn't help laughing and looked towards the other end of the table.

The blond boy was slowly and methodically splitting a blueberry pie with a silver spoon, his red eyes looking like two crystal clear gems in the sunlight.

Watching Dio's elegant dining posture, he secretly admired him.

This blond boy has a calmness that doesn't match his age, and the temperament he exudes in his every move is far beyond that of an ordinary farm boy.

so.

He turned his gaze to Locke again.

It must be what my father taught me!

After all, this man's knowledge and ability completely overturned his perception of those farmers.

Hidden.

That was all Lionel could say.

"Lo"

Just as he was about to speak——

"dong dong dong"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the laughter at the dinner table.

Jonathan wiped his hands and stood up: "You guys continue eating, I'll go take a look."

"boom!"

The moment the door opened, the wind brought unfamiliar sounds into the restaurant.

"Is this Mr. Jonathan Kent?" a middle-aged man asked politely, "Excuse me, but we'd like to have a brief conversation with your child, Clark."

But before Jonathan could respond, another younger voice sounded:

"You're also from the Kent family, right?"