American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 56 Dio: Salafir, learn from me—

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As the months passed, the seasons quietly changed on Kent Farm.

Clark had grown taller, and his superhuman physique made it increasingly difficult to control his strength, so much so that Jonathan and Locke had to reinforce the front door of their home.
It was because Clark got so excited last time that he accidentally pushed it thirty feet away.

Dio's basic skills are becoming more solid.

Although he refused to admit that he was working hard, he would occasionally secretly go to the creek to practice late at night without Locke's knowledge, and would not collapse on the pebbles to catch his breath until his mental strength was exhausted.

Um.
I was caught by Locke several times, and as the price for not coming home at night, my butt was almost spanked red.

But the advantage is that the success rate of his time-stopping is greatly enhanced, and he no longer relies on emotional fluctuations to stimulate mental energy.

As for St.
It should be Sarafiel, his growth rate is also astonishingly fast.

Only a few months old, he already started babbling.

The first word he called was "Dad".

This made Locke particularly satisfied.

early morning.

Locke squatted on the porch, tying his boot laces, while Sarafiel lay at his feet, playing with a wisp of wheat in her little hands.

"Dior."

Without even looking up, he said, "Dad is going to the experimental field to sow sorghum today. You are responsible for teaching Sarafiel to walk."

"what?"

Dio was leaning against the door frame, chewing an apple. He frowned when he heard this, "Why me?"

"Because you are his brother."

Locke stood up and brushed the dust off his trouser legs. "Or, you can't even handle a baby?"

Provoking someone always works on Dio.

"Tsk." He threw the apple core into the trash can, strode over and grabbed Sarafiel by the back of his collar. "Okay, I'll teach him. But don't blame me if he falls."

With the world here, can you still make Sarafir fall?
Locke smiled, picked up his hoe and walked towards the farmland.

In the yard a moment later.

Commanding the world to place Sarafiel on the ground, Dio crossed his arms and snorted coldly:

"Listen up, my silly brother. Walking is simple—you stand up, then take a step."

Sarafiel tilted her head to look at him, her dark eyes blinking.

"."

"Dio, you're so stupid." Dio couldn't help but shake his head and said to himself, "You actually let a little baby follow you."

"?!"

No, buddy, I just said that casually.

Dio stared at Sarafiel blankly.

I saw that she actually imitated his movements, supporting herself on the ground with her little hands, sticking out her butt tremblingly, trying to stand up.

"Oh?"

Dio narrowed his red eyes and deliberately took two steps to the left.

Sarafiel actually moved along unsteadily, and although he almost fell, he actually took a staggering step forward.

The corners of Dio's mouth rose unconsciously.

He stood up straight, crossed his arms over his chest, and struck his favorite pose:
"Like this, arms crossed—"

Standing crookedly, Sarafiel tried hard to imitate the cross-hand movement with his little hands, but
Sitting on the ground.

"Tsk, stupid brother."

Dio curled his lips in disgust, but still reached out and picked him up, "Come again!"

This time Sarafiel succeeded. Although her little hands could only barely rest on her chest, she did manage to pose in a miniature version.

Dio's mouth curled up to his ears, amused by Sarafiel's laughter. He lowered his body and pulled back his right fist as if to gather strength: "Mu Da--!"

“Woo-da!”

Sarafiel shouted in a baby voice and waved his little fist forward weakly, but he lost his balance and was about to fall again.

"Crack~"

The golden stand appeared in an instant and supported him, but when Dio reacted, he was stunned.

"."

He scratched his blond hair irritably, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "Hey kid, watch out--"

A golden shadow emerged behind him, and he struck a signature pose with the world:
"The World!"

Sarafiel's eyes lit up with a barely perceptible golden light, and he pointed awkwardly toward the sky with his small hand:
“Wow wow!”

"puff."

Dio couldn't help but laugh. "It's The World, stupid brother."

"Say"

He squatted down as if possessed by a ghost, pinched Sarafiel's cheek and corrected his pronunciation: "Say, Di. O. Ge. Ge."

Sarafiel was pinched so hard that his mouth was drooling: "Dingda. Da!"

"wrong!"

"clatter!"

"never mind."

Staring into Sarafiel's eyes, Dio suddenly lowered his voice and said:
"Muda." Salafir blinked, then opened her little mouth and exclaimed, "Woohoo!"

Although his speech is unclear, his pronunciation is pretty close to the mark!
"Those boxer briefs?" Dio whispered, "Poor, weak, poor."

"Dio! What are you teaching Sarafiel?!" Clark's voice exploded from outside the fence. He had just helped Martha carry the milk bucket and was now staring at the scene with wide eyes.

The arrested Dio stood up suddenly, his ears red:

"none of your business!"

"You actually taught the baby to say 'mu da'?!" Clark climbed over the fence easily and walked to Dio's side. He said in disbelief, "Mom said that for babies in the babbling stage, the words they master during this period are very important!"

"Then you teach me." Dio was furious and pushed Clark in front of Sarafiel, "Clark."

"Ahem, Sarafiel." Clark, chased out of the way, squatted down helplessly. He forced out what he thought was his friendliest smile and whispered, "Repeat after me, Clark! Clark! Clark! Brother! Brother!"

"."

After staring at Clark for two seconds, Sarafiel suddenly pouted.

"Wow--!"

Deafening cries instantly echoed throughout the farm.

Clark panicked: "Wait! Don't cry! Dio, what's wrong with him?!"

Dio folded his arms and sneered, "It seems this brat doesn't like you, Clark."

Sure enough, Sarafiel reached out to Dio while crying, with tears in her eyes, as if she had been bullied.

Dio clicked his tongue, then finally bent down and picked him up.

The crying stopped suddenly.

Sarafiel grabbed a lock of Dio's golden hair, burst into laughter, and repeated in a baby voice: "Mu Da... Mu Da!"

Clark: "..."

Dio: “…Hmph.”

He turned his face away, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he had an idea in his mind. He said softly, "Learn from me, Clack, big idiot~"

"Kora Daben"

Dio was silent for three seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Do it again! Sarafiel!"

Sarafiel chuckled and repeated, "Daben."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Unable to bear the blow, Clark covered his face and ran to the farmland, crying, "Uncle Locke! Dio has taught my brother bad things!!"
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"what?!"

"You said Dio actually taught Sarafiel to yell 'Mu Da'?!" Locke was furious, "Why didn't he teach him 'Ola'?"

"."

"Uncle Locke?!"

"Cough cough."

"Sorry, Clark."

Locke patted Clark's shoulder and tried to suppress a smile.

Clark sniffed, with grievance in his eyes: "Sarafil he——"

"Don't worry, I'll tell Sarafiel tonight." Locke nodded seriously, "How could his brother Clark be such a fool? He's obviously the smartest kid."

Clark calmed down a little, wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, turned around and walked towards the house, but halfway, he suddenly turned back: "Uncle Locke!"

"Ok?"

".Will Sarafiel like me?"

Locke was stunned for a moment, then said solemnly: "I will, Clark."

"You are the little sunshine of our farm life."

Hearing this, Clark's face lit up with joy. He nodded vigorously and ran into the house.

Looking at the boy's back as he walked away, Locke finally couldn't help laughing:

"They both love Sarafil."

Yes…

Who wouldn't like a baby like that?
Even for Locke, Sarafir is like a lucky star, and the parental privileges it brings -

Gen of the Eight Trigrams: Mountain.

The increase is very powerful.

Whether it is the trauma from the previous war or the scratches in life.

Any injury can be recovered quickly by Locke.

And sometimes, I can break the time-stop limit during the period of stillness and reach a time-stop of 6s or even 7s!
Now, he can easily lift a pickup truck just by relying on his physical fitness.

All of this is the result of the mountain energy influencing him invisibly, which can be said to have brought Locke an epic enhancement in one wave!

But Locke thinks the most important thing is——

The strengthening of the mountain energy did not turn him into a wave.
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PS:

Everyone seems to think that abilities would be low-class if they had a "magic energy" suffix.

Oh, actually I originally thought that this way would make it easier for everyone to distinguish and be familiar with it.

I didn't expect it to cause misunderstanding, and I thought the system gave me the black residue of the original demon.

So now it is changed to: Demonic energy of the mountain → Bagua·Gen Mountain.

I hope everyone will be satisfied.

(End of this chapter)