American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

The time soon came to ten o'clock at night.

"Good night."

Peter glanced at Star-Lord, who was wearing blue children's pajamas, and was about to turn off the lights and leave the room.

"dad."

Star-Lord, who was lying on the bed, suddenly called him.

"What's wrong?"

Peter came back, sat in front of the bed and touched his hair.

"Dad, is Miss Kelly my mother?"

After a moment of silence, Star-Lord suddenly asked Peter.

Peter was stunned for a moment and looked into his doubtful eyes, "Why do you ask that?"

"I dream a lot, Dad."

Star-Lord blinked and wrapped himself in the quilt.

"dream?"

Peter frowned slightly when he heard Star-Lord talking about dreaming.

Azu also often dreams, and what he dreams about are things in the black-robed world of his previous life.

Now Star-Lord also says that he often dreams.

Could it be that these babies who fell from the sky will contact their past lives through dreams in the future?

"What did you dream about, Star-Lord?"

He was a little curious about what Star-Lord had dreamed about.

"I was abducted by aliens."

Star-Lord said in a depressed mood: "I ran out of the house. It was very dark at night, and then I saw a bright light flashing above my head. An alien spacecraft sucked me into it, and then. Then I Kidnapped, taken away from the earth, never to see his family again, never to come back.”

"I heard my mother calling me, but I was getting further and further away from her and we would never see each other again."

Speaking of this, Star-Lord looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Dad, will I be captured by aliens? Then I will never see you again. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that these things will happen. "

After listening to Star-Lord's words, Peter was stunned for a moment, organized his words and comforted him: "No, these things will never happen, it is just a dream."

"It's just a dream, while you're asleep, a long journey, a long night, a low haze, an incredible illusion, Star-Lord, this is the magic of dreams, it's just a story derived from our hearts, a story in our life journey Part of it has nothing to do with reality.”

"Dad, dreams really have nothing to do with reality?"

"Yeah, it has nothing to do with reality."

Hearing Peter's affirmative words, Star-Lord breathed a sigh of relief, "That means I will never be abducted by aliens or leave the earth, right?"

Peter nodded, "Dad swears to you that you will never be abducted by aliens. Even if that happens, Dad will rescue you, even outside the galaxy."

"Then we've settled."

Star-Lord stretched out his hand to hook up with Peter.

"It's settled."

Peter made a pact with him.

After putting Star-Lord to sleep, Peter entered his room and opened the package.

The gift from Star-Lord caught his eye - a handmade tape.

Picking up a simple tape that spliced ​​different songs together, he looked up at the dark night outside the window.

It seems... Star-Lord's mind is far more delicate than he appears on the surface.

Next day, Kent Farm.

When Jonathan got up, he found that his motorcycle was missing.

"Martha!"

Jonathan, who thought his motorcycle had been stolen, quickly called his wife over and said, "Our motorcycle is missing."

Martha heard the sound and rushed over. What she saw was that the place where the motorcycle was originally placed was empty.

She looked around and said, "Impossible! We didn't hear any sound at all at night, unless someone could directly resist the motorcycle."

Jonathan frowned when he heard this and resisted leaving? A motorcycle? !

Just as the two of them were confused, they suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle stepping on the accelerator!

Hearing the familiar sound of the accelerator, the couple turned around in shock and saw Clark riding a motorcycle and wearing a pair of red sunglasses.

"Clark?"

Jonathan looked at the slutty Clark in surprise, and immediately became angry, "Why don't you say hello to us and go out alone on a motorcycle?"

"Sorry, Dad, I just experienced the feeling of freedom."

Clark said nonchalantly.

"Free? You have a mission. You can't be free, Clark."

Jonathan suppressed his anger and said, "You went out last night, didn't you?"

"Yes, I went out and experienced the feeling of flying. It was the most unforgettable time I have ever spent."

"You're going too far, Clark."

Jonathan frowned and looked at him, "Do you know how worried this will make me and your mother?"

"Then don't ever worry, I will leave here forever."

Clark walked towards the house as he spoke. After a moment, he came over with his luggage and put it on the motorcycle.

"Clark?!"

Seeing her son's behavior, Martha immediately spoke up to stop him, "Are you leaving the farm?"

"How about I stay here and continue farming, letting you continue to doubt me and prevent me from doing what I want to do?"

Speaking of this, Clark emphasized his tone, "You have never truly trusted me!"

Clark took off his sunglasses, and his tone became relaxed again and he said to the two of them: "Godfather is different. He has always trusted me and encouraged me, and he is also willing to see me become a person who breaks free from the shackles. He is like my real Like my father, I will leave here forever and live with my godfather.”

Hearing Clark's rebellious words, Jonathan's anger instantly filled his heart.

"Clark, I hope you can listen to what you are saying now, you"

As he spoke, he took a step closer to Clark and looked at the ring on his hand, "You look like something is wrong. It must be that red ring."

Clark was packing his luggage. When he heard Jonathan's words, he raised his head and faced him.

"Are you still angry that I bought that ring? It's really sad, Dad, Mom, you are always obsessed with these trivial things."

"Clark, you don't know what you're doing."

Jonathan said as he tried to reach out and take off the ring from Clark's hand.

But Clark, with his sharp eyes and quick hands, dodged the opponent's hand grabbing for him.

"No, no, you don't want to touch me."

Seeing Clark's increasingly excessive actions, Martha next to him shouted to him: "Clark, stop, look what you are doing?"

When Jonathan saw his son's arrogant and domineering look, his temper grew. He quickly walked up to Clark again with a frown and said firmly: "Clark, give me the ring!"

"What if I say no?!"

Clark didn't give in.

For a time, the atmosphere between father and son became tense.

"Clark, you are not awake right now. This is your father. You must calm down."

Martha advised Clark: "Maybe it was the ruby ​​ring in your hand that made you lose your mind and become no longer like you."

Jonathan followed up Martha's words by saying, "Yes, something has changed since you put that ring on, Clark. It might change your personality."

"You mean"

Clark looked at the ruby ​​ring on his finger hesitantly, "Is it because of it that I do these things and say these words?"

"That's right, so you have to take it off."

"Take it off?"

Unexpectedly, Clark's expression suddenly changed and he smiled: "You are wrong, I should have bought it earlier."

He put the luggage on the motorcycle and fixed it, "If you want to stay in this terrible place for the rest of your life, then continue to stay. This is your problem. I am fed up with this poor life."

Clark's words completely angered Jonathan.

"Hey Clark, listen!"

Jonathan raised his tone, "We are not that kind of rich family, but we have never owed you anything."

"I can make my own money."

Clark confronts Jonathan, "I have super powers. I can become a football player, a TV and sports star. It's you who force me to suppress myself."

After saying that, Clark turned around and prepared to get on his motorcycle and leave.

"No!"

Jonathan grabbed the handlebar and said in an excited tone: "We are protecting you, we don't want anyone to take you away."

"Protect me?"

Clark sneered and said, "What a ridiculous statement. Is it better to say that you are using me? I am just a tool that you use to run the farm."

"But now, everything will change!"

"boom!"

Clark smiled evilly at his father, and then turned the accelerator.

With a "boom", the motorcycle rushed out like a raging bull.

The smoke and sand thrown up by the motorcycle swept the stunned Jonathan couple into it.

Meanwhile, Padrick Farm.

Peter went out because of something, and now there are only Azu and Star-Lord on the farm.

"You didn't actually record yesterday, right?!"

At this time, Azu, who most likely knew that he had been tricked last night, asked Star-Lord angrily.

"I don't know, maybe it was recorded, maybe it wasn't recorded, I forgot."

Naturally, Star-Lord would not tell the other party the truth.

He also wanted to use the recording as a threat to A Zu.

If the other party really wanted to beat him up, he would threaten to give the recording to his father. In this case, he believed that Azu would definitely not mess around.

He refused to hand over something that was very important to him.

"Sooner or later, I will send you to the Kawachi tribe."

Azu said unwillingly.

After returning to the room in a depressed mood, he took a few deep breaths and suddenly caught a glimpse of the cows in the stall.

Thinking that Peter was not at home, I suddenly felt a little anxious.

Five minutes later.

Azu walked up to a cow with an iron prod, looked left and right, and made sure that Star-Lord was still in the room and no one was paying attention to him, then he squatted down and milked the cow.

"Zi!"

"Zi!"

Fresh milk was squeezed into the iron tube. Azu smelled the fishy milk and felt a strange and indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although I know I shouldn't do this, I feel like I'm addicted to this pure natural milk.

After another guilty glance to the left and right, he picked up the iron spoon and prepared to taste the newly squeezed milk.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a bite, I heard the roar of a motorcycle coming.

Then to his stunned gaze, Clark was wearing red sunglasses and riding a motorcycle towards the farm.

"Squeak!"

After stopping the motorcycle, Clark set up the stand, got off the car, took off his sunglasses, and greeted Azu, who still had a trace of milk stains on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, John."

"Clark?"

Azu didn't bother to hide his iron sword and asked in surprise: "Are you turning into a speedster? Or are you going to play Mad Max?"