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

Clark stuffed the entire maple bread into his mouth.

"Didn't you eat?"

Azu looked at Clark's expression as if he were watching a big python devouring the neighbor's pet cat.

Clark swallowed the bread and reluctantly said to him: "What?"

"I'm talking about your eating habits, Clark. I see you eating every day, but every time you eat, your eating habits are so unique."

Clark felt that he was quite normal.

"Ms. Kelly's cooking is better than Godfather's, so sometimes I eat more."

It has been a week since Star-Lord came to the farm, and Azu has gradually begun to adapt to the addition of Kelly and Star-Lord to his family.

Although he still doesn't like Star-Lord from the bottom of his heart.

I always feel like this guy will threaten my farm inheritance.

After all, this kid has the same name as his father.

But I can't show dissatisfaction at home, because it will make my father angry.

Moreover, the food cooked by Ms. Kelly is better than that of Dad. If we try to drive her out, the gain outweighs the gain.

The tangled mood made him very unhappy.

"You might have to keep in shape, you eat more than Star-Lord."

As a baby, Star-Lord had a huge appetite, completely unlike an ordinary baby.

The result is that Star-Lord's food becomes more and more mellow.

Azu said to Clark: "Otherwise you will soon become a fat man like Dar or Star-Lord."

"It doesn't matter, Godfather said my metabolism is like that of a rabbit."

"Okay, Mr. Rabbit."

Azu set his sights on Ms. Nancy’s shop down the street.

Across the road, he saw the flashing neon lights on the display window. The fonts on the neon lights were extremely eye-catching: psychic fortune telling, palm reading, tarot fortune telling.

"Mr. Rabbit, do you want to try fortune telling?"

He planned to take Clark to have his fortune told.

"No, I don't have any money."

Clark expressed a desire to tell fortunes but lacked funds.

"It's okay, I have it."

Azu said and took out a ten-dollar bill, "This is the pocket money I earned from cutting grass. We can try it."

"Well, I also want to know if Ms. Nancy can tell fortunes."

Clark happily followed Azu to the divination house.

After opening the door, what they saw was a small shop with fluorescent lights on, where knitting fans like to visit.

Brown shelves display soft blankets, baby hats and bundles of yarn.

Ms. Nancy, who was sitting behind the table, looked at the two naughty kids who came to the door in surprise.

"Welcome, kids, how can I help you?"

Nancy did not drive them away because they were children, but instead asked them in a gentle tone.

"Hello, Miss Nancy, I would like to do some divination."

Azu tried his best to act like an adult.

"Hmm, forty dollars, I can show you the ropes, kids."

Nancy said that for 40 yuan, she could help them tell their fortunes.

"But I only have ten dollars, Miss Nancy. If your fortune telling is accurate, maybe we will buy a hat or other things you knit in the future."

Azu drew a big cake.

"make a deal!"

Ms. Nancy took the banknote from Azu and stuffed it into the collar of her woolen shirt.

"What do you want to count?"

After letting the two people sit down, Ms. Nancy asked them.

"I want to know."

After Azu hesitated for a moment, he glanced at Clark quickly, and then said: "Will you have a say? Miss Nancy?"

"I promise."

"No cheating, no hiding."

"certainly."

"All right."

Azu finally made up his mind and asked the other party: "Well, can you help me calculate, can I inherit my father's farm?"

"What?!"

Nancy was stunned when she heard Azu's question.

Does this child miss his family's farm at such a young age?

"Who are your parents?"

She asked Azu carefully.

"Peter Padraic."

"It's him, I know him."

A smile appeared on Ms. Nancy's lips, "You want to inherit your father's farm, right? John."

"Yes, but something is different now."

Azu said with some distress: "I suddenly have a younger brother."

"You think he's a threat to you?"

Ms. Nancy became more and more surprised.

Are children today so mature?

"Yes, I think it's possible."

"I don't think that's what you should be concerned about right now, but, John, I'm willing to help you divine something by reading palm prints."

Nancy said and asked the two to hold out their hands.

Clark pointed at himself in surprise, "Do I want it too?"

"Of course, I can help you two divine your destiny. Clark, you are included."

Clark nodded and hesitantly placed his hand on the other's palm.

Ms. Nancy's hand was warm, but Clark's body shivered as if he'd been electrocuted.

The three of them sat quietly, no one spoke.

Suddenly!

Ms. Nancy's hand suddenly grasped Azu and Clark tightly like a flytrap.

Ms. Nancy's eyes widened, and the whites of her eyes began to be dyed red by the burst blood vessels, as if she had seen some horrific scene.

Feeling the other person's palm getting warmer and warmer, Clark felt that the other person wanted to melt his hand.

When the two saw each other's heads, they suddenly shook wildly.

Blood also dripped from her nose, staining the tablecloth red.

Ms. Nancy's frightening performance made Clark immediately pull his hand out of the other's hand.

Azu also quickly pulled his hand out, and the two took a step back at the same time, staring at Ms. Nancy who was convulsing.

"Miss Nancy, are you okay?"

Clark asked the other party in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Ms. Nancy looked at the two in doubt, gasping for air and wiping the blood from her nose.

"What do you mean?"

Nancy pointed at Azu and said, "There is a deep, black, withered thing in you, it is calling its mother like a lost child, you are the hand of death, you are the machine of death, I can hear the sound of belt transmission and wheel rotation!"

As she said that, she took out a ten-dollar bill and stuffed it into Azu's pocket as quickly as possible.

"Take it. I won't take your money. I don't want to have anything to do with him. Get out of here!"

"Wait!"

Azu wanted to talk, but the two were pushed out.

Standing at the door, Azu scratched his head in frustration.

He didn't quite understand why the other party said that to him.

But he seemed to understand a little.

I often dream of some terrible things in my dreams, gloomy laboratories, bloody human experiments, which is probably why the other party said that I was the god of death.

It's a pity that I didn't ask about the inheritance of the farm.

He exhaled with some regret, and looked at Clarke, and found that the other party looked absent-minded.

"Clark, are you okay?"

"I seem to have seen something terrible."