American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Overcome the inexplicable weakness in your legs in your most sincere way!

For football!

However, just as he was about to take a step forward——

"boom--!!!"

A sharp, piercing roar of an engine, nearly tearing the eardrums apart, suddenly exploded, violently shattering the tranquility of the evening! Without any warning, it roared out from the bushes on the river bank!

It was a silver supercar that seemed to have broken free from its reins!

"boom!"

The tires rolled over the grass, stirring up a cloud of green grass and dirt. The front of the car, like a bloodthirsty beast, was heading straight and unstoppably towards the defenseless slender figure on the shore.

Lana!

It was as if time had been slowed down.

Clark could clearly see Lana's slow motion as she turned her head in shock at the sound, count each of her chestnut hairs that instantly rose up in extreme fear, and even hear the roar of his own blood surging in his eardrums!

"Be careful--!"

The body is one step faster than the brain!

He rushed out like an arrow, so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left in Sarafiel's eyes!

But at the same time, when he was infinitely close to Lana.

That familiar, annoying feeling of weakness and powerlessness once again swept over his body like a tide, almost making him kneel to the ground!

But fortunately, at the critical moment, he took advantage of the huge inertia of the sprint and flew out almost parallel to the ground!

Just at the moment before the ferocious front of the car was about to swallow the girl, Clark's arms were like iron hoops, wrapping around her slender waist with all his strength!

"what!"

They fell heavily onto the soft muddy ground on the river bank, and rolled several times, barely avoiding the deadly trajectory of the steel monster roaring past!

The pungent smell of burning rubber and flying dust filled the air.

Frightened by this sudden turn of events, Lana's heart was pounding wildly.

She lay in Clark's arms in shock, breathing rapidly.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined the boy's taut jaw. The familiar scent mixed with the smell of grass and sweat instantly penetrated the fog of fear and hit a dusty corner deep in her memory.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she almost blurted out, her voice trembling with disbelief and a hint of anticipation that she herself hadn't even noticed:

"Clark?! Is that you?"

The girl's warm breath brushed against the boy's neck, carrying a faint citrus scent.

But at this moment Clark had no time to think about the meaning of this sentence!

“Boom—crash!!!”

A loud crash was heard! The out-of-control Lamborghini plunged into the turbulent river, sending up a huge splash before being quickly swallowed by the murky water!

"Stay here and don't move!"

Pushing Lana away, Clark rolled and crawled towards the river bank, his legs still shaking violently uncontrollably.

He has to save people!

There are people in the water!

He turned over and went into the water, the moment he touched the river water!

The strange feeling of powerlessness that almost nailed him to the ground disappeared without a trace in an instant like the receding tide!

strength!

A surging and familiar sense of power instantly filled every part of his body!

Without any hesitation, Clark plunged into the muddy river like a nimble swordfish.

The river water instantly became as transparent as air in his eyes. He paddled easily and caught up with the rapidly sinking sports car in the blink of an eye.

Inside the car, a bald young man in an expensive suit, his face as pale as paper, was banging in vain on the car door that was sealed tightly by water pressure. Oxygen bubbles flowed out of his mouth like pearls of despair, and his eyes were filled with the fear of impending death.

Without any fancy moves, Clark just clenched his fist, gathered his strength to recover, and punched the driver's window hard!

“Bang!”

The hard explosion-proof glass shattered!

This is the guy.

Looks familiar? Where have you seen it?

A vague thought flashed through Clark's mind.

But there is no time to think too much, after all, saving lives is the most important thing now!

He leaned in, grabbed the other person's wet collar, and kicked his feet hard on the roof of the car!

"Wow——!"

The two of them broke through the water like cannonballs!

The last ray of sunset light also sank completely below the horizon at this moment, dyeing the sky a sad blood red, as if drawing a heavy end to this thrilling accident.

"Cough cough cough vomit. Cough cough"

The bald young man lay on the shore in a miserable state like a dying fish, coughing violently and vomiting the foul river water.

His expensive suit was covered with mud and weeds, sticking to his body wetly, looking extremely funny.

However, when he finally caught his breath, he raised his head and looked at the young man who was soaking wet and looking at him with anger.

His gray-blue pupils suddenly contracted!

Astonishment and disbelief eventually turned into ecstasy of surviving the disaster!

"Clark Kent!"

He let out a hoarse cry of surprise, as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

"It was really you?! You saved me?!"

"Who are you?!" Hearing the other party calling out his name, Clark's anger disappeared by half. He stared at the other party's bald head carefully.

"Lex! It's you!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"You're finally back! My friends!"

"Where's Uncle Lionel?! Ms. Grey said you've been in the Asia-Africa region for the past few years! Did you know that Uncle Locke and Dad miss you so much? It's really hard to say how come we can't even see your shadow!"

"And what's the status of your group's Human Rebirth Project? Is your company really about to become the light of humanity?!"

Lex didn't answer Clark's barrage of questions.

He just stumbled to his feet and suddenly opened his arms and hugged Clark tightly.

"I'm back! Clark, Dio." Lex's voice exploded in Clark's ears, hoarse with a strange tremor, "I finally got out of that damn place!"

Clark stiffened.

Why did my childhood friend say this as if he had crawled back from hell?

On the distant river bank, Lana stood there at a loss, her long chestnut hair still dripping with water.

She was happy to be saved by Clark again. She wanted to thank him very much. After all, that boy had always been out of her reach.

but.

Shouldn't she be the protagonist of this accident now? !

Why do I feel like an abrupt bystander at this moment?

Just as the awkwardness was spreading, Lana suddenly felt the hem of her skirt being gently tugged.

"Hello, sister~"

"Whee!"

Lana looked down and saw a little black-haired boy covered in paint looking up at her, with two small fangs showing at the corners of his grinning mouth.

The setting sun danced on his eyelashes, making his obsidian eyes look especially bright.

"My name is Sarafiel Kent." He took out a bear biscuit from his pocket with his dirty little hands. "Want some?"

"Thank you, young gentleman."

She took the cookie and smiled, "You're so cute."

"right?"

Sarafiel puffed out his chest proudly, "I am one of the few gentlemen in our Kent family!"

On the riverbank, Lex let go of Clark.

He looked over Clark's shoulder, staring at Sarafiel who was interacting with Lana, his gray-blue pupils churning with indescribable emotions: "Is that Sarafiel?"

Five years have passed. The baby who was held in Uncle Locke's arms back then can now give people cookies?

It's been five years.

He finally crawled away from his father.

Chapter 92 Luther: Remember to prepare food

Seeing Luther staring at Sarafiel, Clark's heart tightened. Almost instinctively, he stepped sideways, using his body to block his brother tightly. His tone was alert: "Lex? What are you doing to Sarafiel?"

"What do you think?" Luther snorted unhappily and straightened his wrinkled suit collar. "I saw him leave with Dio back then."

"a ha ha ha!"

Clark then remembered that Sarafiel and Dio had lived in Luther Manor for a period of time.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and smiled awkwardly:

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't think of it for a moment... Oh, Lex,"

He tried to change the subject, glancing behind Luther, "Where's Uncle Lionel? Did he come with you?"

Luther paused almost imperceptibly as he adjusted his collar.

He was silent for a moment, and the dripping cuffs seemed to condense a certain heaviness.

The air seemed to stagnate.

"My father..."

His voice suddenly became very soft, as if he was talking about an insignificant person far away in the clouds. "He's busy, Clark."

"Project Dawn took up all his energy."

"Oh……"

Clark didn't catch the cold alienation in the other person's tone. He just sighed regretfully, "That's a pity. Uncle and Dad will definitely..."

"etc."

Clark suddenly remembered something more important.

"Lex! How on earth did you manage to drive? If I hadn't been here, Lana would—"

"Is that the lady?"

Luther interrupted him neatly, as if he hadn't heard Clark's question.

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards Lana on the shore with steady and confident steps.

The soaked suit clung to his body, outlining his sharp features, but he walked calmly, not looking like he had just returned from the brink of life and death.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am."

He stopped in front of Lana, bowed slightly, and performed an impeccable gentleman's salute.

He raised his head, and a perfect, aristocratic smile appeared on his face. That smile seemed to have a natural magic that instantly dispelled most of Lana's resentment.

She was originally immersed in the palpitations of surviving the disaster and the embarrassment of being an outsider, but now she was a little overwhelmed by this sudden formal apology.

She waved her hands to indicate that she was fine.