American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Martha brought the last stew to the table, and the steaming soup shone attractively under the light.

"dinner time!"

Clark was the first to rush to the dining table, his eyes shining as he stared at the roasted chicken legs on the plate, but soon his attention was drawn to Sarafiel in Martha's arms.

"Mom, can I feed my brother?" Clark stretched out his hand eagerly.

Martha smiled and shook her head: "No, Clark, Sarafiel can only eat baby food now."

"Ah..." Clark's shoulders slumped instantly, and he sat back in his chair sullenly, poking the potatoes on the plate with his fork, muttering softly, "I want to take care of my brother too..."

Dio sat opposite him, cutting potatoes by himself, but his red eyes would glance at Sarafiel in Martha's arms from time to time.

The baby was swallowing rice porridge in small sips, and was occasionally fed a spoonful of applesauce. His little face was wrinkled, and he seemed to dislike the sour taste.

"Aunt." Dio suddenly put down his knife and fork, "He doesn't seem to like applesauce."

Martha raised an eyebrow: "Dio, are you worried about your brother?"

"Who's worried!" Dio coughed lightly, "I'm just worried that Sarafiel will vomit out the food she doesn't like."

“It would be a waste of food.”

"Is that really the case?" Clark blinked. "Dio, you're not trying to feed Sarafiel, are you?"

"Shut up, Clark!"

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out at the table, and even Sarafiel giggled, slapping the tray of the dining chair with her little hands.

A few drops of rice paste splashed and landed right on Dio's face.

Dio: “…”

Clark: "Pfft."

Dio: "Clark, do you want to fight?"

"Cough cough cough!" Locke coughed a few times at the right time, interrupting the brotherly war that was about to break out.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Jonathan who was sitting in the main seat:

"Brother, why is it so quiet today?"

Jonathan held his chin up, his face serious: "Locke, I just thought about a serious problem."

"what?"

"Has my family status been lowered?"

"..."

Locke was silent for two seconds, then replied seriously: "Brother, you are underestimating yourself."

Jonathan: “?”

He scratched his head, bewildered. "What are you talking about, Locke?"

"That's a Chinese idiom," Martha said, unable to resist laughing. "Locke means you'll always be the pillar of this family."

Hearing this, Jonathan smiled brightly: "Dear, you understand me so well!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few tickets, shaking them proudly.

"Old Bob gave it to me. It's from Smallville's new magic show! Anyone want to go?"

"Me! Me!" Clark immediately raised his hands high, almost jumping out of his chair with excitement. "I want to see a magic trick! I heard the performer can make things disappear out of thin air!"

"That's true." Martha smiled and picked up Sarafiel. "I haven't seen a magic show in a long time."

"Feel sorry."

Jonathan held his wife's hand affectionately and said, "Dear, I have wronged you all these years."

"No, Jonathan." Martha shook her head gently. "I've been very happy these years."

She glanced at everyone at the table and said softly:

"First there was Locke, then there were Dio and Clark, and now there's Sarafiel..."

"This home is getting more and more lively."

"Honey…"

Jonathan was so moved that his eyes turned red.

Locke: “…”

He shuddered silently and couldn't help complaining in his heart:

What a disgusting couple!

However, seeing his family members having fun together, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Wiping his mouth, he nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's go together."

He glanced at Dio and found that although the boy still had a sour face, there was a hint of curiosity in his red eyes.

Locke was stunned, then he remembered that Dio seemed to have never seen a magic show.

After all, such a grand event is rare for their small town.

Chapter 58 Is this how the bio-force field is used?

A few days later, the central square of the small town of Smallwell was bustling with activity.

A colorful balloon arch spanned the entrance to the magic show, and the shouts of vendors and the laughter of children intertwined.

Street performers walked on stilts among the crowd, and from time to time they would conjure up a handful of colored paper and throw it into the sky, causing passers-by to exclaim in surprise.

There was a figure printed on the huge poster. The person in the picture was wearing a top hat, with a cynical smile on his lips, and playing with a deck of cards in his hand.

"Wow! So many people!" Clark leaned against the car window, his blue eyes sparkling. "Dio! Look, there's cotton candy over there! Is that... is that a Tanghulu (Tanghulu) from the East?!"

Dio snorted coldly, his red eyes glancing towards the magic tent in the center of the square:

"……childish."

Locke: “.”

That’s not what you said last time you were eating candied haws at the Metropolitan (chew chew chew).

"All right."

Jonathan stopped the car and turned back with a smile: "Boys, get ready to get out of the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clark couldn't wait to unbuckle his seat belt.

He turned and held out his hand to Locke: "Uncle Locke! Let me hold Sarafiel!"

Seeing Clark so enthusiastic, Locke naturally would not dampen his enthusiasm and carefully handed the baby over:

"Okay, remember to hold on tight, don't—"

His words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

The moment Clark took Sarafiel, an invisible wave spread from the boy's fingertips, like a transparent film, gently supporting the baby's body.

No matter how Sarafiel kicked her legs in Clark's arms, she was still floating steadily in Clark's arms, without even the wrinkles of her swaddling clothes being disturbed!

Bio-force field?!

Locke's pupils suddenly contracted.

—Superman holds a child with a bio-force field. What am I dreaming about?

No, that's not right...

When did Clark learn about bio-force fields? He can't even control his strength!

This guy almost broke my ribs when he hugged me last time.

Shocked, Locke suddenly turned his head to look at Dio, only to see the blond boy standing beside him with a calm expression, even yawning out of boredom, as if he was accustomed to the scene before him.

These two boys...

You even hid this from me?!

"Locke?" Martha patted his shoulder in confusion. "What are you daydreaming about? The children are all up ahead."

"……fine."

Locke took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart, and stared at Clark's back.

The young man was seen walking forward happily with Sarafiel in his arms. The baby was giggling in his arms, and his little hands were curiously grabbing the balloons floating by. The invisible force field even thoughtfully adjusted the strength so that Sarafiel would not feel restrained and ensured that he would not fall.

This control...

It's like an innate instinct.

Slowly catching up with Clark, Dio looked back at Locke, a smile flashing in his red eyes:

"Dad, hurry up and catch up."

Locke: “…”

Good boy, I’ll settle the score with you when I get home tonight!

He rubbed his temples and quickly caught up with his family.

After all, the performance began soon.

The lights in the super tent suddenly went out, leaving only a spotlight shining on the scarlet curtain.

Following the passionate drum beats, several magicians soon took turns to perform on stage.

The wonderful magic show made Clark exclaim exaggeratedly throughout the whole process:

"Oh my God! How did he do that!"

The sound was so loud that even the audience in the front row looked sideways.

After listening for a while, Dio, who could no longer bear it, had a flash of impatience in his eyes.

"Clark." He lowered his voice. "The missing coin."

"Well, I think it's hidden in the magnetic pocket on his sleeve," Clark continued, gesturing with his hand. "And he has calluses on his right middle finger, which must be from practicing concealing props."

Dio's sneer froze on his face.

"Can you tell?"

"I can see that." Clark scratched his head, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim tent. "But knowing the principle doesn't mean much, and it doesn't hinder the surprises that magic brings me."

“Like, wow, you can perform like this~”

With a cold snort, Dio retracted his Stand and glanced at Sarafiel.

The little devil was watching with great interest, his pair of black eyes wide open.

"ladies and gentlemen!"

The host on the stage suddenly raised his voice, and his resounding voice echoed throughout the audience:

"Now, please welcome Metropolis' youngest and top magician, Ms. Zatanna Zatara, at only 16 years old!"

?

When the curtain rose, Locke inexplicably felt that the name sounded familiar.

But before he could figure it out, Jonathan bumped his shoulder:

"Brother, why does that lady keep looking at us?"

Locke followed the line of sight and met the smiling eyes of the magician lady.

She wore her signature top hat, her black costume outlined her elegant curves, and her fingertips were vaguely pointing in their direction.

"Maybe I'm too handsome." Locke said calmly.

"Hey! It's obviously me."

Jonathan was about to retort when Martha stopped him with a glare.

After all, Zatanna had already started her performance. She took off her gloves and tossed them lightly.