American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

You actually wanted to hide it from me? Unfilial son!

Locke thought to himself.

He ruffled his youngest son's black hair, and his pupils reflected words that only he could see.

[Saraphiel Kent/Fire Demon Shendu, 5 years old]

[Ability Awakening: Controlling Dragon Court]

[Loading parental privileges for the host: Lord of the Dragon Court! ]

Feeling his son's slightly stiff yet forced calm body beneath his palm, Locke sighed silently in his heart, but a glimmer of pride and helplessness flashed across his eyes, a light that only an old father could understand:

Um.

He is indeed my son!

Dinner lights softly enveloped the dining table.

The grilled ribs on the plate were glistening with oil, and the sweet aroma of blueberry pie mixed with the spicy scent of rosemary floated in the air.

Clark held the knife and fork with textbook precision.

The sharp knife cut the ribs, and the sound of it hitting the porcelain plate was almost inaudible.

His eating habits have long lost their former roughness and become calm and elegant.

However, Locke could still see that under this precise control, the omnipotent biological force field was the main contributor to the great achievements.

But this guy actually spreads out his biological stance when eating. Isn't that a bit too wasteful?!

He shook his head and silently turned his gaze to Dio.

This brat has elegance ingrained in him as always.

Even if what you are shaking in your hand is just ordinary juice, the posture of slightly tilting the cup, the sliding of your Adam's apple when you take a sip, and the perfect sound when you put down the cup, all make you feel like you are tasting top-quality red wine that has been stored in the cellar for a hundred years.

He exudes an innate, almost arrogant aristocratic demeanor.

Who would believe that this was a farmer's child?

Ugh.

Time is magical...

Locke held his chin with one hand, his eyes moving back and forth between his two adopted sons with a hint of barely perceptible emotion.

Dior became a gentleman.

Even a wild boy like Clark, who once used a fork as an axe, has now been tamed by time and become like a gentleman.

That's great. All this is thanks to their parents, Mr. Locke.

"Cool cool cool~"

Locke's thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful and slightly rough voice.

Turning to look at the other end of the dining table, he saw Sarafiel concentrating on his plate, his little head almost buried in the pile of food.

The way he ate the rice was even accompanied by an almost primitive enthusiasm. His cheeks were stuffed like a hamster trying hard to store food. He didn't even notice that the cuffs of his Tang suit were stained with dark sauce.

That hungry look.

"Eat slowly, little one. No one is trying to steal it from you."

Locke laughed, his eyes full of doting.

He took a tissue and leaned over naturally to wipe the sauce and a few naughty rice grains from the corners of his youngest son's mouth.

Sarafel uttered an indistinct "hmm," rubbed his father's hand with his little head, and then impatiently waved his fork, accurately picking up a large piece of golden roasted potato.

The fork collides with the porcelain plate!

A crisp and vibrant tinkling sound contrasted sharply with the almost silent elegance of Clark and Dio.

Chuckling, Locke looked at Sarafiel's nose which was covered with rice grains, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to that night five years ago.

This kind-hearted boy in front of me, with chubby cheeks and clear eyes, who cries when animals are hurt...

It is really hard to equate him with the tyrant in our memory who burned the sky and boiled the sea, went to heaven and earth, ruled mankind for generations, and oppressed the people to the point of making their lives miserable.

Talk about it.

Locke also found it funny, the power in his body.

It also fits the positioning of parental privilege.

After all, the energy that focuses on strengthening the body and self-healing comes from the Holy Lord Sister—

Is it the Gen of the Eight Trigrams, or the demon Bo Gang?

Chapter 84 Locke: Dio, do you want to sleep with daddy?

What is Gen Mountain?

The sharp knife cuts through the perfectly grilled steak like butter.

Gently putting it into his mouth, Locke could clearly feel——

A stream of air was silently flowing through his internal organs, like a miniature black hole that had just awakened.

Every time he chews a mouthful of tender and juicy beef, he gets not only the satisfaction of his taste buds, but also every bit of biological energy contained in the beef muscle fibers!

Those powers were accurately captured, decomposed, and then completely devoured by the greedy demonic energy in his body!

It turned into a trickle and quickly flowed into his limbs and bones.

Um.

It's really terrifying.

The energy converted from just one piece of steak increased his basic grip strength by about...

Well, that's not much.

The energy provided by food is still too small for the mountain demonic energy, and it needs to be accumulated over many years. After all, a mountain demon like Bo Gang also ate the entire world for several generations before evolving to that level.

All the eating I've done over the past few years has only increased my strength by three or four tons.

It was nowhere near the magic power he had previously drawn from Zatanna, or the energy he had absorbed from Dio's little stone.

"Crack——!"

The dinner knife accidentally scraped against the porcelain plate, making a harsh sound.

Locke came to his senses and found that the three children were staring at him.

"Cough cough."

"Why are you looking at me?" Locke coughed lightly, "Just keep eating."

"Especially you. Eat more when you're hungry, Sarafiel." He drank the last half cup of juice in one gulp. As his Adam's apple rolled, the mellow liquid turned into energy and flowed into his limbs. Locke smiled and rubbed Sarafiel's head: "Little greedy cat."

"Uh-huh."

Sarafiel nodded, his mouth full of food, and responded vaguely.

Those clear blue eyes narrowed slightly because of the satisfaction of the delicious food, and even temporarily forgot the shadows and secrets in the forest.

-

"Brother, you finally accept me."

Sarafiel saw himself standing in the middle of a burning wheat field.

Dark golden scales began to spread from the fingertips and crawled all over the body like some kind of living thing.

His bones were twisted and deformed, his spine pierced through his skin and stretched into a ferocious dragon's tail, and every breath he took spewed out sulfurous flames.

“Sarafil—!”

From a distance came the anxious cry of Clark's brother.

He instinctively turned around and wanted to respond——

"boom!"

The dragon's claws easily crushed the farmhouse, and countless blueberry pies turned to ashes in the flames.

The heat wave came like a solid wall, blowing away the blond figure who always had a sarcastic smile!

The blond youth's scarlet pupils, illuminated by the firelight, clearly revealed an expression of incredible shock for the first time.

"Sarafil?! You—!"

"Look, brother..." A cold, seductive whisper entered his eardrum, "This is our true attitude... Embrace it..."

"Do not--!!!"

Sarafiel suddenly sat up from the bed, his heart beating so wildly that it almost burst through his chest!

Cold sweat soaked through the thin pajamas, bringing a sticky and cold feeling.

There was dead silence in the room.

Only the cold moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a pale line on the floor, as if dividing yin and yang.

"Having a nightmare?"

A voice full of concern but also with a hint of coldness sounded faintly.

The thick shadows beneath the bed, wriggling and seeping out of the ground like a living thing, vaguely condensed into the image of a boy who looked almost identical to him.

But the boy's eyes were sinister and deep, with a faint evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Alas..." The black-haired boy sighed pretentiously, but there was little genuine sympathy in his voice. "My poor brother... is he troubled by that pointless fear again?"

"..."

Sarafiel didn't even bother to look at him. She turned over and covered her head with the quilt, trying to block out everything.

however……

When I close my eyes, all I see are fragments of dreams——

The burning wheat fields crackled and exploded, and the huge windmills collapsed in flames...

What made him tremble even more was that he remembered the emotion that surged deep in his heart when he destroyed the robot during the day...

It's such an indescribable joy!

That's not what I thought...

Sarafiel denied it in her heart and buried her face deeper into the soft pillow.

It’s the “God’s Capital”!

It's affecting me...

definitely is!

"Are you blaming me again, brother?"

"I am you, and you are me, brother." The cold whisper once again penetrated the quilt, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, close to his ear. "How could I possibly... influence your will out of thin air? That joy comes from your heart..."

"roll!"

Sarafiel couldn't bear it any longer, he suddenly pulled back the quilt and growled!

He jumped out of bed, picked up his pillow, and held it like a shield, staring warily at the shadowy 'brother'.

Seeing this, the boy's figure seemed even more illusory in the moonlight.

He shook his head in disappointment, and his figure gradually faded away, leaving only a mocking sigh echoing in the air:

"Brother...you are too weak."

-

at the same time.

master bedroom.

Locke stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The cold moonlight cast a faint silver edge on the outline of his tall figure, making him like a silent sculpture.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips lightly stroked the air seemingly casually.