American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"clatter!"

"never mind."

Staring into Sarafiel's eyes, Dio suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Mu Da."

Sarafiel blinked and opened her little mouth: "Woo woo da!"

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.

Chapter 57 Dio: Brother? Aren’t you just going to work like a slave for me?

In the evening, Dio sat on the porch and sulked.

Sarafiel crawled to his legs and suddenly reached out and poked his face.

"Mu Da?" The baby blinked.

"."

Dio snorted coldly, but still reached out and lifted him into his arms, allowing Sarafiel to happily grab the Ouroboros silver coin on his chest.

"Because of you, I'm being tried by three parties today." Dio said depressedly, "Damn Clark, he actually filed a complaint against me."

"Sarafil, never learn from Clark again."

"What to learn?"

The sudden words coming from behind made Dio's back straighten and his blond hair almost explode.

He slowly turned his head and saw that Locke had been standing in the shadow of the porch.

"No, it's nothing."

Dio laughed dryly and held Sarafiel to his chest as a shield. "I'm teaching Sarafiel how to pose."

Locke raised an eyebrow and looked at the few golden hairs that the baby had grasped in his hand. "What kind of Poss is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sarafiel giggled at the right moment, waving his spoils happily with his little hands.

Dio shoved the baby into Locke's arms with a dark face:

"Here you go! I'm so annoyed!"

However, Locke did not answer it. Instead, he sat down next to Dio.

The evening breeze blew across the porch, carrying with it the scent of freshly turned earth.

"Dio," he suddenly said, "Do you know why I adopted Sarafiel?"

Dio was stunned, his red eyes flickering slightly: ".Fate?"

"No." Locke looked at the sun sinking into the horizon. "It was because of that night when I thought I was going to fail."

"The first thing that comes to mind is whether you will be alone."

Sarafiel suddenly became quiet, staring at her brother with unblinking dark eyes.

Dio's fingertips tightened unconsciously: ".I still have the world."

"The stand-in can't talk to you."

Locke whispered, "I can't carry you home when you're exhausted from training, and I won't."

"Clark can do this kind of thing." Dio complained, "Isn't it just working like a slave for me?"

"."

Locke couldn't help but rub Dio's head, "So this is how Clark looks to you?"

"Humph!"

Dio hummed, the meaning was self-evident.

"Anyway, Dad doesn't want you to be alone in the future." Locke placed Dio's hand on the baby's cheek and said gently, "He is also a family member who will accompany us for the rest of our lives, Dio."

"Aww!"

Sarafiel cooperated and bit Dio's finger, grinding it with his toothless gums.

Dio was silent for a moment.

In the twilight, his voice was rarely less sharp: "Dad, I will protect him."

Locke stood up with a smile, and just in time saw Clark sticking his head out of the kitchen window:

"Uncle Locke! Dio! Mom said it's okay to eat—"

His eyes fell on the image of Dio holding Sarafiel, and his words suddenly stopped, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

"Come on, Sarafiel." Dio raised Sarafiel's little hand mischievously: "Say Clark is--"

"Dio Kent! You're bullying Clark again!"

Locke grabbed his son by the back of his collar, and Sarafiel kicked his short legs happily in the air.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the three people very long, interweaving on the wooden floor of the porch.

Staring blankly at this scene, Clark suddenly laughed:

"Dior."

"Actually, you like being a big brother, right?"

His red eyes flickered slightly in the twilight, and Dio finally turned his face away and snorted, quietly adjusting his posture to make Sarafiel lean more comfortably.

Um.

Locke saw this with satisfaction.

As the afterglow of the setting sun faded, bursts of fragrance wafted from the Kent family's kitchen.