American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Quickly making way, Gray reached out and pulled Dior onto the plane. Her gaze lingered on the baby's face for a moment, and with a slightly frowned brow, she was about to ask about the child's origins.

"..."

Dio raised his head suddenly, his eyes as cold as a knife piercing Gray instantly, carrying an unquestionable warning and a hint of hidden anxiety.

Gray's heart trembled, and she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She just looked at the baby deeply, then quickly looked away and turned to help put the baby in place.

"Alright, hurry up!" Logan yelled at the driver, "The cops will be here any longer!"

"boom--!"

The helicopter banked sharply and climbed rapidly.

Below, the belated police cars blocked the road, but they could only watch the black shadow disappear into the clouds.

-

early morning.

The sunlight, like molten gold, slowly spread over the towering Gothic spires of Luther Manor.

The manor is located on a cliff overlooking the metropolis. The gray-white stone walls are covered with ivy, and the pointed arch window frames reflect the cold light.

This is Lionel Luthor's kingdom.

An island built of money.

In the guest room of the east wing of the manor, sunlight seeped through the gaps in the thick velvet curtains, casting a thin golden line on the oak floor. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and ancient oak, and the remaining ashes in the fireplace proved that someone had been watching all night last night.

On the bedside table sat a long-cooled cup of coffee, next to a neatly folded copy of Metropolitan Daily.

It was in this silence that Locke suddenly woke up.

He sat up in bed, his fingers unconsciously running over his body.

Broken ribs, burns

Ok? !

Locke was stunned. The place he touched was intact?

His physical injuries were actually healed? !

"dad?!"

A crisp sound came from the bedside, and the chair made a harsh sound when scraping on the floor.

The boy's blond hair was messy and sticky, and he had dark circles under his eyes, obviously he hadn't slept all night.

"You finally woke up."

Dio's voice trembled as he threw himself into Locke's arms.

"Aren't we all fine?" Locke said gently as his palm fell on the blonde hair, "The problem has been solved. You should be happy."

Dio's Adam's apple rolled, and complex emotions surged in his red eyes. He slapped Locke's hand away: "Don't try that!"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old? That last night..."

"That monster nearly burned you to a crisp!"

The birdsong outside the window became clearer. Looking at his son's tense face, Locke suddenly chuckled:

"Are you afraid that Daddy will die?"

"No."

"I just"

His gaze drifted to where the wound should have been on Locke's chest, and his voice lowered, "Well, after all, you promised me that you wouldn't die."

These words stabbed into Locke's heart like a knife.

Only then did he realize with great clarity how deeply fearful and hurt he had brought to this seemingly rebellious boy who actually relied on him immensely, by his determination to die together with his own enemies last night.

"Dior!"

Locke pulled his son's shoulders with both hands, making him look at him, his eyes were extremely serious, and his tone was firm:

"Dad won't die!"

"I will definitely do what I promised!"

"This is what you said?"

Dio suddenly looked up, his voice becoming a little lighter: "Promise?"

"Yes! I said it!" Locke said firmly, "This is the way of being a father!"

Dio blinked, a mixture of cunning and tentative light shining in his eyes.

"So can we spend a week in Metropolis? That's what you said! You promised it yourself!"

"."

Hearing this, the warmth on Locke's face instantly froze, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"No."

"Why?!"

"Who told you to follow me secretly?" Locke pulled Dio's ear in anger. "You little brat, I almost forgot about this! You disobeyed me and acted on your own, and you still want to bargain?!"

"But if I had stayed here obediently, you would have been roasted by now!" Dio struggled with a grimacing expression. "Dad, have you become an ungrateful old man now?!"

"Humph!"

Locke let go of his hand and watched his son rub his red ears. Seeing that the worry and fear in his eyes seemed to be diluted a little by this familiar play, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Wait.?

Suddenly remembering a key question, he frowned curiously: "Speaking of which... Dio,"

"How did you find me then?"

That place is definitely not something a teenager can easily track down.

"."

"My Father"

After a moment of silence, the boy deliberately paused, and then asked in a tone that was a bit mysterious and imitative:

"Do you believe in gravity?"

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Chapter 53: Holy Lord Sarafil Kent (2-in-1 5K Chapter)

"I believe you big head ghost!"

Locke angrily gave Dio a solid blow on the head, causing the blond boy to grimace in pain.

His face was dark, and his tone was harsh, as if he had just survived a disaster:

"Listen, even though you did help Dad a lot this time by distracting the enemy, there will definitely not be a next time for such reckless fighting!"

Staring at Dio's slightly pale face, Locke was still frightened:

"If that guy who played with fire had been a little more ruthless and reacted a little faster, you would be so small."

"tsk"

Rubbing his red forehead, Dio curled his lips, obviously not caring about his father's worries.

And now he was more concerned with something else.

He raised his hand and pointed at the out-of-place existence on the other side of the room.

"So," Dio groaned, "Can you tell me now? Who... is this brat?"

Following the older child's gaze

Locke saw a baby curled up quietly in a soft swaddling cloth, his little face rosy and his breathing even. The sunlight shone on him through the gaps in the curtains, as if it were coated with a soft filter.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

He lifted the quilt and found that even his clothes had been changed into clean pajamas.

"one night."

Dio crossed his arms.

"but."

"The Luther family's doctor said you'd have to stay in bed for at least a week, but Dad..." He paused, "Now you look so energetic that you could kill a cow with one punch."

Just one night? That's what happened last night...

Locke's heart sank.

Memories rushed back into my mind like a tide smelling of sulfur:

The roaring flame monster, the blue ladybug that took the fatal blow for him and shattered, and...

At the moment Durance fell—

-

He was dragged into a twisted and burning space by an irresistible force!

Under your feet is a huge hexagram formed by slowly flowing lava, and the dark red light is beating like a pulse.

The air was filled with a high concentration of sulfur, so strong that it almost burned the lungs, and every breath was stinging.

"You can call me... Malbas."

A huge voice, neither male nor female, as if composed of the whispers of countless souls, came from all directions, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

Locke looked up suddenly and saw the throne in the center of the space burning with black flames. The flames were frantically condensing and shaping.

Eventually it turned into a creepy...

demon?

Pitch-black flames made up its huge and twisted body. On its sheep-skull-like head, six eyes burning with dark green flames were blinking coldly at the same time, locking onto him!

This aesthetic.

It's really terrible! It makes me want to vomit!

Locke narrowed his eyes slightly and suppressed the churning gastric juice in his abdomen.

"You killed him as repayment..."

The sheep-headed monster tapped the throne with its sharp claws, and every tap made the flames in the entire space tremble and roar!

"Take over from him and become his agent."

"?"

Locke felt a nameless fire rushing to his head.

A platinum-bright figure instantly solidified, standing proudly beside him with a will that could shatter the stars. He straightened his back, met those six burning eyes fearlessly, and uttered an icy sneer: "What if I refuse?"

"Wait."

The demon spoke briefly, but the green flames in those six eyes suddenly surged.

"boom!!!"

An invisible pressure that was enough to crush the soul suddenly descended.

It's lit.

The arrogance that has been dormant in Locke's bones for many years!

"roll!"

He let out a roar.