[Comprehensive] Chaoying raises the Dark Lord

Sleeping in a daze until midnight, Tom suddenly heard a slight knock at the door.He opened his eyes, and by the moonlight, he saw little Tom standing at the door, holding the door frame with one hand, staring at him.

Tom rubbed his eyes and sat up: "What are you doing here? Don't go back to sleep yet."

"I..." Little Tom hesitated and squeezed his fingers, obviously very nervous, "I had a nightmare, dreaming that you told Daddy that you found the wrong person, and that I was not your son, so you sent me back. "

Tom froze for a moment, and waved to Little Tom.Looking closely, you can still see the tears on Little Tom's face. He must have been frightened by the nightmare.

"So I'll see if you're still here and if you haven't left me." Little Tom added in a low voice, "I'm going back to bed now..."

Tom sighed and patted the empty seat beside him: "Come up, sleep here tonight."

Little Tom's eyes lit up, and he immediately climbed up and lay obediently beside Tom.After being silent for a while, he lightly touched Tom's waist with his small hand as if unintentionally, as if he had finally confirmed that this person was real. Little Tom smiled silently, and then he was relieved.

Tom is naturally aware of little Tom's small movements. It is natural for a child to not adapt to the new environment on the first day. At the age of five, Tom showed his magical instinct and was completely out of control. In the past few years, he The life in the orphanage was the most painful. If he had been taken back by a person who claimed to be his father, he would have worried every day for a long time that this was a beautiful dream he had. No more.

Tom stretched out his arms and took little Tom into his arms, and little Tom burrowed into his arms in a hurry. Soon, the child's breathing became steady and he fell asleep.

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"Daddy!"

Little Tom flew crookedly in the air on a toy broom, and accidentally lost control of the broom. With a scream, he slammed into Tony, and fell into Tony's arms with the broom.

The broom handle hit the reactor on Tony's chest, making a crisp sound.

Tony held Little Tom in one hand and a toy broom in the other: "Be careful baby, don't fall."

"What is this?" Little Tom poked the reactor on Tony's chest curiously and asked.

Big Tom, who was reading a book, couldn't help pricking up his ears curiously.

He has long wanted to ask Tony what this is, how can anyone put a lamp on his chest?Is it because you are afraid of walking at night without a flashlight?

"This is an Ark reactor. Its main function is to absorb the shrapnel in my blood, preventing them from entering my heart and taking my life." Tony rubbed Little Tom's head and said.

Tom couldn't help touching his hair.

They have been living together for a week. Little Tom has been submissive from the very beginning, and he has to watch the faces of the two adults turn into the lively look he is now for every snack. He dares to ride the broom on Tony's face when nothing happens.

"Shrapnel in your blood? What's going on?"

"It's just... I was once blown in the face by a bomb/bomb produced by Stark Industries." Tony shrugged, put Little Tom down, patted him on the back and asked him to continue playing, but Little Tom stayed behind. After standing down, he continued to look at Tony's reactor curiously, and tapped it with his fingers: "Is it embedded in your chest?"

"Stark Industries bomb/bomb?" Tom asked with interest, "You used to be an arms dealer?"

"A few years ago." Tony scratched the back of his head, "Since I was reincarnated by that bomb/bomb of fate, I have switched to clean energy, you can call it 'returning evil'. Whatever How to say, I used to be a jerk who caused pain and death, but now I am a superhero, saving the planet every day."

Tom: ...I really have enough words to boast about myself.

"Cool." Little Tom blinked a pair of eyes full of admiration.

"What's cool?" Tony picked up little Tom and tossed him, making him laugh.

"The 'causing pain and death' part." Little Tom blinked.

Tony raised his eyebrows and said to Tom, "You are really born to be a badass."

Tom sneered: "Of course."

"Creating pain and death is not cool at all, you are too young now, if you have seen war, you will not continue to hold such thoughts." Tony said, and was interrupted by Tom dissatisfied.

"Don't transmit that to him, I don't want me to grow up to be another Peter Parker in the future."

Tony became curious.

"Who's Peter Parker?"

"Your son." Tom rolled his eyes.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?"

"Will you have other children in the future?" Little Tom asked without losing time.

This time it's Tom's turn to "Whaaaaaaat?": "What were you thinking, two men can't have a baby."

"Then how did I get here?" Little Tom pointed to his nose.

Tony watched Tom intently, waiting for his explanation.

Tom was silent for a while: "...you are cloned."

Tony: "..."

Life in 1931 was lackluster. There was no Tony's laboratory here, and the technology was far from the level of Stark Industries. To Tony, doing experiments in this era was like a top student at MIT studying how to make a steam engine.Correspondingly, the life here is quite peaceful. Tony spent a lot of time with Tom and little Tom. He bought a lot of children's enlightenment books, trying to let little Tom learn to make a circuit board before he was six years old. Of course The plan was stopped by Tom with a straight face.

"It's very difficult for Peter to make a circuit board! Don't make it harder for him!"

"I can make circuit boards at the age of four!" Tony held up his wrench innocently, only when he couldn't see Little Tom facing a pile of wires with a distressed expression.

"Wow wow, genius, I can't compare to you." Tom rolled his eyes at him and stomped on him childishly.

"But little Tom should really learn something - I mean, not really teach him something, knowledge that you and I could teach him, magical or Muggle, but he'd have to learn to be The kid gets along normally, he has to go to nursery or something, or take piano lessons with other kids...or ballet?"

"What? Of course not!" Tom felt unreasonable. "Of course he wouldn't learn those Muggle things. Besides, he couldn't get along with those Muggle children, they would just drive him crazy and make him Feel at a loss."

"Believe me, it's good for him to be around kids his own age, and I have experience raising kids."

"What experience do you have? You don't even have a child." Tom looked at him suspiciously.

Tony shrugged: "I was taught by others."

"Who?"

Tony took it for granted, and Tom rolled his eyes again: "I taught you in the future, I understand."