American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

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.
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"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."
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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.

"Shoot."

As easily as slicing through an invisible canvas with the sharpest paper cutter, a tiny black crack appeared in the space. "Whoa!"

A low moan with a hint of coquettishness was heard.

Then, a graceful, flowing dragon-shaped shadow, only the size of a palm, cautiously poked its head out from the crack. Its entire body was covered in dark golden scales, which glowed mysteriously in the moonlight.

It was seen circling around Locke's fingers affectionately, and finally, like a kitten seeking comfort, rubbing its cool and smooth head against his palm.

"Greedy."

A helpless smile flashed in Locke's eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Then he skillfully took out a piece of beautifully wrapped chocolate from his pajamas pocket and peeled off the tin foil.

Xiaolong's golden eyes, made of pure energy, suddenly lit up amazingly!

It let out a happy whistle, grabbed the chocolate, and rolled excitedly in the air.

next moment.
The chocolate crumbs turned into tiny, firefly-like golden starlight and were quickly absorbed by it.

Who would have thought...

These little things are actually the souls of the evil dragons that were kept in the Dragon Court space and once made the world tremble?
Locke's gaze passed through the maintained space crack and looked into the depths of the Dragon Court.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of emptiness.

This is a small world.

Countless dragon souls of various shapes, emitting an ancient and ferocious aura, are slowly swimming in it.

They should be terrifying, but...
At this moment, they were like a group of tamed koi waiting to be fed, crowded near the crack, and their huge dragon eyes burning with soul fire looked at Locke, filled with undisguised "hunger" and "desire".

It was obvious that it had been starving for countless years.

He shook his head slightly, his gaze passing through the layers of hungry dragons to the deepest part of the forest.

An extremely incongruous, cold metallic reflection caught his eyes!
It's WRX9!

It was like a stubborn, dirty stain of industrial waste, stuck in the twisted energy turbulence at the edge of the spatial rift. The scarlet electronic scanning eye, like a dying will-o'-the-wisp, flickered twice in the void in an extremely strange and intermittent manner!
For the third time...

Locke narrowed his eyes, with vigilance and a hint of confusion in the depths of his eyes.

The first time was in the cornfield, the second time was in the barn, and the third time was in the back mountain when he was locked in another space by Sarafiel.

This guy.
How come it's the same as the earthbound spirit on the farm?!

I had already collected most of the kryptonite in Smallville, but this guy still managed to find it.
"So you can't come back like this, right?"

Locke sighed, moved his fingertips slightly, and quickly closed the space crack.

"Ouch——!"

The little dragon made a dissatisfied protest and circled twice in front of the completely closed void reluctantly, and finally turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"Okay, time to sleep."

"Boom!"

The knock on the door was very light, as if afraid of disturbing the night.

Sarafir?

Locke raised his eyebrows slightly.

After all, the only one who would come to see him at this time would probably be his youngest son, no one else.

Is it
This kid finally wants to confess?
A trace of relief and anticipation passed through his heart, and Locke quickly restrained the solemnity he showed when facing the Dragon Court space. He adjusted his expression and tried to make his voice sound gentle and encouraging.

He cleared his throat and responded in the softest tone, "Come in."

"Click."

The sound of the doorknob turning was particularly clear in the silent night.

Locke even imagined the little guy standing at the door with his head hung down, hugging the pillow, hesitating to tell the secret.

The moonlight streamed in, paving a silver path on the floor.

Locke turned around expectantly with a fatherly smile, opening his arms, ready to give a warm and secure hug to his little son who was finally willing to open his heart.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

Standing at the door was Dio.

The blond boy was also hugging a pillow, his face full of obvious impatience and his brows were furrowed.

"."

The father and son looked at each other in the moonlight, their eyes wide open.

Locke suddenly felt very fortunate that he had not said anything corny like "Daddy's good son" just now.

"Father, are you surprised?" Dio snorted coldly.

"Uh……"

Locke coughed dryly, trying to find his voice, "Dio? You...are you going to sleep together, my dear son?"

But he himself felt that this question was extremely awkward.

"No, thank you for your kindness."

Dio's voice was flat and calm, with a businesslike coldness.

He walked straight forward and stuffed the pillow in his arms into Locke's open and somewhat stiff arms without saying a word.

Then, as if performing a magic trick, he pulled out a small figure from behind him, who was grinning and trying hard to shrink himself.

Sarafiel in her dinosaur pajamas.

"He wanted to sleep with me. But unfortunately, tonight is a meditation day for me and the world."

"So now it's up to you."

"Crack~"

The door closed, and Locke looked at the boy in his arms with a dark face.

"Hey, good evening, Dad."

He was squinting his eyes and grinning with his milk teeth.

(End of this chapter)