American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Dio's mind was tense to the extreme, controlling the world and preparing to take action.

but.

Driven by his mental power, the solidified river of time stubbornly flowed forward for a tiny but clearly perceptible distance!

1 second... 1.5 seconds...

Time resumes its flow.

"Paji!"

With a slight but crisp sound...

The hornet that was so aggressive a moment ago was instantly turned into powder in the air less than a few centimeters away from Sarafiel's fingertips, without even a drop of juice splashing out.

Dio was stunned.

Just now... time seemed to... stop a little bit?

Exceeded the limit he could sustain before? !

His heart was pounding, and he immediately concentrated all his attention, put aside all distractions, and tried to control the "world" to activate its ability again.

0.1 seconds… 0.2 seconds… 0.3 seconds… 0.4 seconds… 0.5 seconds… 0.6 seconds… 0.7 seconds…

1.5 seconds!

This time, he felt it clearly!

That stagnant area was stable, smooth, and as natural as breathing, and lasted for a full 1.5 seconds!

It was as if he had opened up a new piece of time and space that belonged only to him and that he had absolute control over!

But before Dior could savor the joy of this breakthrough.

A mixture of surprise and admiration first bloomed on Sarafiel's face.

He was waving his little arms excitedly in Dio's direction.

Dio stopped flipping through the book.

He tilted his head slightly to look at his brother's sparkling, adoring black eyes fixed on him without blinking.

Then listen to the discordant but extremely clear "Mu Da... Mu Da..."

A strange, indescribable sense of satisfaction quietly crept into Dio's heart.

The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably into an extremely subtle arc.

-

at dusk.

The setting sun painted the farm a warm orange.

Locke finished a day's work and pushed open the door with the smell of dirt and sweat.

"Hey, Dad."

Dio leaned against the door frame seemingly casually, playing with a coin in his hand, his golden hair shining in the setting sun.

He called out to Locke who was about to wash his hands, his voice carrying a subtle hint of youthful eagerness.

Locke stopped and turned around, looking at his son with understanding in his eyes and a half-smile, as if he had already seen through his thoughts.

Dio didn't say anything, but the lines on his face suddenly became extremely sharp!

All mental powers are instantly concentrated and compressed like rivers flowing into the sea!

An invisible aura quietly spread out with him as the center.

Om-!

The waves of stagnant time spread silently and steadily, more condensed than ever!

The flying dust in the living room, the birds flapping their wings to return to their nests outside the window, and even the jumping flames in the fireplace were all paused in an instant!

An absolute, heart-pounding silence enveloped the world!

Feeling this stable and extended 1.5-second range, Dio's mouth curled up in a proud arc that belonged to a winner.

then…

There was a flower before his eyes!

As if gently pushed by an irresistible gentle force?

Uh uh, when he came to his senses again, he found that he was no longer there!

As far as the eye can see, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

? !

How can it be? !

He turned around to look at Locke, who had a faint smile on his face, as if he had never moved.

"..."

Dio's face flushed red, he clenched his fists, and finally could only utter one sentence:

"Lao Deng, you are so cruel."

Locke shrugged, as if it was just a trivial thing.

He stepped forward swiftly, stretched out his unusually warm big hand, and with the rough strength unique to Kansas farmers, rubbed Dio's dazzling golden hair again and again with approval.

"Grow up, brat."

A deep voice sounded.

Just a few simple words...

But it carries more weight than any gorgeous praise!

Dio subconsciously tried to turn his head away from his father's rude praise, but in the end, he just stiffened slightly.

Let the palm with soil and thick warmth fall on your head.

The golden light of the setting sun shines through the window, stretching the figures of the father and son very long.

It's so ordinary, like no one would notice...

The time flowing through the father and son's bodies was actually several seconds longer than that of ordinary people.

【Parental privileges loading】

[Platinum World: Time Pause → 8S]

Chapter 72 The Kent Family Crisis

The night is getting darker.

The living room was filled with fatigue and tranquility at the end of the day.

Locke was taking inventory of the baby supplies.

Calculating the time, it should be milk powder?

Can.

When his fingers ran across the diaper storage bin, his movements suddenly froze.

He searched again in disbelief, then his face changed and he took a breath!

"hiss--!"

The sound was particularly clear in the silent living room, carrying a sense of horror as if encountering a catastrophic disaster.

At the bottom of the huge storage box, there was a single diaper lying all alone!

The frail white figure seemed so helpless at the bottom of the empty box, as if announcing a huge crisis.

Sarafir's ammunition depot is completely exhausted!

Locke suddenly turned his head to look towards the crib, his eyes filled with panic as if something was wrong.

"Dad, bring it here quickly."

Dio covered his nose and stood beside the crib, his expression as serious as if he was dismantling a miniature C4 bomb.

He is controlling the world right now.

"Dad? Where's the diaper?" Dio said dissatisfiedly.

"..."

Locke handed it over silently.

Dio looked at Locke suspiciously, but quickly changed Sarafiel's diaper.

After a winter break of training, he was able to easily perform amazingly delicate operations using his stand-in's huge fingers.

With almost surgical precision, he smoothly and effortlessly changed his brother's 'new clothes'.

The little guy also lay there obediently, looking at his brother curiously with his big black eyes.

"Dio..."

Locke's voice was filled with a barely perceptible smirk. He rubbed his hands and slowly moved closer to his son, his eyes wandering.

"At home...um, Sarafir's strategic reserves seem to be...a bit desperate?"

“I forgot to buy it.”

Dio didn't even look up, but simply controlled the world to throw the dirty diaper into a trash can in the distance.

He snorted coldly, his voice full of all-knowing sarcasm:

"So? Which paradise is our great dad planning to go to? Haven't you had enough of the sunny beaches on the West Coast?"

Obviously

This kid is still upset about Locke sneaking away to the West Coast.

Locke choked and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly cleared his throat and put on an extremely serious expression:

"Be serious, son!"

"There's really not a single drop left at home... uh, not a single piece left!"

"Sarafil's security for tomorrow morning is at risk!"

"I have to go to the supermarket in town right now, right now, overnight to get a large batch of goods! This is a top priority for the harmony and stability of our family!"

"You don't want to hold Sarafiel like that, do you?"

Lifting his eyelids, Dio's sharp golden-red eyes swept across his father's sincere face, and then glanced at the empty box.

"Yes. Makes sense."

He nodded expressionlessly, his tone calm and composed.

But just when Locke thought he agreed to stay, Dio changed the subject again, "Then I'll go with you."

"what?"

Locke was stunned and subconsciously looked at the little ball of fur in the crib who was beginning to babble.

"Then...what about Sarafiel?"

"You can't..."

Follow them to the supermarket to shop late at night?

Dio nodded his chin slightly towards the crib and said as a matter of course:

"Let Star Platinum hold him."

"..."

Locke was silent.

Isn’t it a bit weird to see a stand-in taking care of a baby?

But it seems...