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

"What terrible thing?"

Azu looked at Clark who was worried.

"Did the school bus fall into the river with Mr. Jonathan?"

Azu scratched his head and asked, "Did you fall into a very terrible situation because you didn't know which one to save first?"

"No, of course not."

Clark glared at Azu, "When Ms. Nancy was holding me just now, I saw a flashback scene. It disappeared quickly, but I saw it."

"What is it? Clark."

"I saw Miss Kelly, you, and me, Godfather, all of us falling down, surrounded by the dark night, everything was blurry."

"Then a white warm light illuminated the night."

Padrick Farm.

Clark told Peter what he saw at Ms. Nancy.

"Godfather, I didn't see it very clearly, but the feeling was very real and I was very scared."

Clark looked at Peter with helpless eyes, "Is that true? Ms. Nancy said she knows psychics. Will it happen if I see things?"

"No, that's not true, Clark."

Peter comforted him in a low voice, "Ms. Nancy said she would divine your destiny for you, but that doesn't mean that what you see is your destiny."

Clark exudes an aura of melancholy.

"But, Godfather, it was written in a book I read that destiny is like a huge roller coaster. Everyone is firmly fixed on the seat. No one can get off early. During the roller coaster ride, People experience peaks and valleys, sharp turns and long straight lines, people scream, tense, fear, and the end result is always a slow ride to the finish line.”

"Destiny determines everything we go through, and the hand of fate controls everything in the world."

He raised his head and asked Peter: "Godfather, is this true? Is destiny fixed?"

Peter looked at Clark in surprise.

He didn't expect that this kid was becoming more and more like a philosopher.

"Clark, fate cannot restrain you."

He said to the other party: "Remember what we discussed? If you are not afraid of choices, you are making the decision for your own destiny."

"I know, Godfather, I'm just afraid. I'm afraid of losing you."

"No, of course not."

Peter comforted the other person, his eyes becoming a little more solemn.

This "Gypsy" guy is really not a good person.

"She's not a gypsy!"

In the backyard, Kelly was wearing a tight vest and a ponytail. She took out the arrows from the quiver on her back and shot at the archery target opposite.

After living on the farm for a few days, she couldn't control her wild nature and built an archery range in the backyard.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow hit the target accurately. Kelly shook off her braid, turned around, wiped her sweat, and checked Star-Lord, who was sitting in the child's chair next to her.

"Of course, she's not an Indian. She's just a Mexican who wandered here a long time ago. My grandfather told me about her."

Peter nodded and looked at Star-Lord, who was waving his hands happily in the stroller.

His brows furrowed slightly, "Star-Lord ate too much."

He suspected that there would be no need to wait until he grew up, and this boy would soon grow into the "Fat Lord" from his previous life.

The thought of the fat Star-Lord dancing in front of everyone gave him a headache.

"You should keep his weight under control, Kelly."

Kelly said she was wronged, "I never gave him food. I always prepared Star-Lord's meals scientifically according to the method taught by Ms. Neal."

"Then it seems that this is too nutritious."

Kelly wiped the sweat from her head and said, "Maybe this little guy is a pig. He grows faster and eats more."

"By the way, my grandfather wants to meet you."

Kelly said to him: "He wants to express his gratitude to you. Because of your intervention, Lenor Luther stopped the construction of his industrial park, and the murals in the underground caves were also preserved."

"You're welcome, I'm also very interested in those murals."

Peter reached out to pick up Star-Lord and found that the little guy was a lot heavier.

He grows up so fast, he is indeed a pig.

He went to Leno's manor before and talked with him about this matter.

Leno readily agreed and stopped the construction of the park.

Although the other party didn't mention anything, there was no doubt that I owed this guy a favor.

"Honestly."

Kelly glanced at Star-Lord in Peter's arms and asked him hesitantly: "Peter, are you an earthling or an alien?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because that night, you easily towed the spacecraft into the barn cellar, and Clark, and John, you fell a hundred feet without a scratch."

Kelly looked at Peter with a complicated expression, "Clark and Azu were also chosen by fate and fell from the rain of fire, right?"

"No!"

Peter shook his head and said, "Clark is the child of Mr. and Mrs. Kent."

"What about Azu?"

"Azu is different."

Peter was just thinking about how to explain, but Kelly took a deep breath and said, "I know, Peter, you must also be the person of destiny who fell from the rain of fire many years ago, right?"

Listening to the other party's irresponsible conjecture, Peter fell silent.

You are rebelling against Tiangang!

How did he become his own son?

"You, you are wrong, I am a generation older than them."

Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He picked up Star-Lord and took a look and found that the other person had peed on him.

Seeing Peter's unskilled movements, Kelly hurried over and took Star-Lord from his hand.

"I really doubt how you raised John before."

Peter: "."

night.

Kelly's grandfather, Chief Joseph, came to the farm as a guest as promised.

At the dinner table, the old chief excitedly said to everyone: "It is said that a man who descended from the rain of fire fell in love with a woman we call the mother of the tribe, and then they had offspring. This is also the tradition of our Kawachi tribe. origin."

Peter put down his knife and fork and asked the other party: "Mr. Joseph, do you know where he comes from?"

"I don't know. The stories passed down by word of mouth don't have many details. Some say he came from another world, while others say he came from another planet."

Peter nodded after hearing this, always feeling that the story was a bit far-fetched.

"Sir, will your statue come to life on its own?"

Azu asked curiously next to him.

"No, they don't have such ability, otherwise they wouldn't be burned as firewood."

After taking a sip of wine, he looked at Kelly sitting next to him.

The granddaughter seemed to enjoy this kind of dinner. She looked at Peter with a smile, and then turned to listen to him.

The chief, who narrowed his eyes, suddenly had the feeling that a woman was not allowed to stay.

"You're not from here, are you, Peter?"

he suddenly asked Peter.

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