Chapter 334 Contact Dad, Chat Group?

Author: A Tongshu

Chapter 334 Contact Dad, Chat Group?

Daddy Antiques Store is a small shop located in Chinatown, San Francisco.

An old man with white hair and glasses was directing a young man in a blue sweatshirt.

"Jackie Chan, clean up the sanitation."

"Okay, dad." Jackie Chan replied naturally.

"There is one more thing to make a cup of tea for my dad."

"Okay, Dad." Jackie Chan immediately put down the broom he had just picked up.

"One more thing is that the kitchen rag should be replaced."

"Okay, Dad." Jackie Chan sweated on his forehead and ran towards the kitchen quickly.

After he rushed to bring the tea, he threw the black rag into the trash can, then wiped the sweat and picked up the broom to continue sweeping the floor.

At this time, the end of the broom touched a brilliant yellow dragon bottle on the shelf next to it.

"Oh, Daddy's antique!"

The father who was reading a book raised his head when he heard the sound.

Fortunately, Jackie Chan turned around quickly, holding the broom with one hand and using one foot to maintain balance. He raised the remaining foot and supported the shaking Panlong Bottle.

Seeing this, my father was relieved and then taught me a lesson: "Jackie Chan, didn't my father tell you to be careful of the antiques in the store? My father's vase is..."

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting my father's words.

"Don't knock on the door, just come in." The girl's voice came from outside the door, a little familiar.

The two of them looked in the voice and saw that the hidden door was kicked open.

The shelf against the wall also shook.

"Not good!" Jackie Chan's pupils shrank.

With a "bang", the vase fell heavily to the ground, and even Jackie Chan didn't have time to react.

"Dad's vase!!!"

The father suddenly stood up with a look of grief.

"Dangdangdang, Daddy, Uncle Long, I'm back."

I saw a little girl wearing a red sweatshirt and a lively look on her back with a backpack and stepped into the store. Behind her were two girls with oriental appearances, one of whom was not much older than Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu!" A voice filled with anger sounded.

Cheng Xiaoyu also realized something was wrong now, and she swept through the pile of antique fragments from the corner of her eyes, and her heart was thrilled.

It's going to happen, something big is not good!

"Uncle Long, I remember that I have a lot of homework today, so I'll do my homework first!"

After saying these words quickly, Xiaoyu rushed towards her room with lightning speed.

Xiaoyu's voice was still floating in the air, "Dad, the guest is here, remember to receive the guests!"

Then there was a "bang" sound, and the door upstairs was closed heavily.

Seeing this, Jackie Chan couldn't help but hold his forehead. Xiaoyu was too reckless in doing things.

Then he turned to look at Li Yingxue and Qiu Mimi who were following Xiaoyu, and smiled apologized:

"Sorry, I made the guests laugh. Are you here to buy antiques?"

"Oh, welcome to Dad's Antique Store. What antiques do you want to buy?" Facing the customers, Dad could only bear the pain and put on a more enthusiastic expression.

...

"Oh, damn, who are you?"

Looking at the remnants of defeated soldiers around the ground, Walong stood alone in front of the office, looking at the three people who were not as powerful as humans in horror.

The mafia organization he was proud of was vulnerable in front of these people. These people were not afraid of guns, especially the strong bald man who could resist submachine gun bullets. It was incredible.

"Are you the leader of the mafia? Very good!" A strong bald man with a burly face in Walong's eyes flashed with a grim smile on his face at this moment.

In his opinion, this was simply a demon's smile.

"Okay, Zhixi, don't scare him." The woman among the three said with a chuckling, her voice extremely charming.

The woman has a face that can charm all living beings, and every frown and smile is full of charm, but Walong treats this woman as if she is looking at a devil.

It was this beautiful woman who looked weak and fragile, who used the inconspicuous embroidery needle to knock down his good hand who was dozens of numbers.

When the strong man Zhixi heard this, he felt a chill in his heart. He kicked the downed mafia member from the ground and said:

"Lin Dazhu, he will leave it to you."

Then he felt the woman's cold gaze.

"Zhixi! After that, I will call him Lin Ruxian." The woman said and pinched an orchid finger.

"Hiss~"

Zhixi forced herself to hold back her disgust and nodded reluctantly.

Although Lin Ruxian is now charming and charming, he knows that he was once a stout man who looks no less than him, but he has practiced the "Sunflower Book" to the realm of the transformation of heaven and man, and his body has completely changed.

After glanced at Zhixi, Lin Ruxian also exposed the matter. After all, he was a teammate and it was impossible for him to turn against him because of such a thing.

She walked to Walong with enchanting steps and licked her lips.

"What a strong handsome guy. People are a little reluctant to use the life and death talisman."

Now both Zhixi and another teammate looked at Walong with pity on his face.

...

"What, the Holy Lord is resurrected, and is looking for its lost power!"

In the dad's antique shop, dad slapped the long table and stood up yelling.

Jackie Chan next to him was scared and almost met the antique in the store again. He couldn't help but complain: "Dad, there is no need to be shocked, then just hand the Holy Lord over to the Sheriff of District 13."

He didn't believe in any demons or resurrection from the bottom of his heart.

"Jackie Chan!" Dad knocked Jackie Chan's forehead with a thunderous chest, "Dad said that only magic can defeat magic."

"Oh." Jackie Chan touched his forehead and stepped aside, muttering, "What era has it been, and he still has magic. Now he is all about science."

When my father heard this, his forehead was bulging with blue veins and he wanted to come forward to teach Jackie Chan a lesson. At this time, Li Yingxue spoke.

"Yes, wizard, we have received the news that the Demon Lord escaped hell with the help of his other seven brothers and sisters, and is now trying to regain his former power and delusional rule over the world again."

She looked very serious and took out the ID from her pocket, "We are members of the Dragon Group from China, and we are here for this."

"Oh Maiga! The legendary dragon group is so cool! It's so cool!" Xiaoyu was already standing at the entrance of the stairs at some point, looking at them with excitement.

"Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan looked at his niece helplessly. This niece is really a problem child!

The father took Li Yingxue's ID and scanned it up and down, raised his glasses and looked at the seal on it, and finally nodded solemnly, "Then welcome the two from the Dragon Group."

Seeing this, Li Yingxue and Chumimi smiled knowingly.

After entering Dad's Antique Store, they understood the original script direction of the world, and then triggered the task to talk to Dad, thus gaining the identity of the Hua Guolong Group.

So the two immediately decided to use this identity to establish a relationship with the protagonist group.

If it was an ordinary world, the two might not pay much attention to the protagonist group, but this is a world of balance between yin and yang. The protagonist group is favored by righteousness, and the biggest bug in the world Cheng Xiaoyu is here. It is absolutely difficult for ordinary people to get talismans in such a world.

It would be better to directly use the power of the protagonist group and finally receive the spell in your own hands in the name of the dragon group.

Since the original 13th District where wind leaks can be contained in talismans and ghost masks, wouldn’t their dignified "Dragon Group" be even more legitimate?

Also, the Black Shadow Kingdom where the ghost mask is located is related to the master's mission!

...

"I hope they can complete the mission well, Nightmare Space."

In the villa, Shang An's eyes were lingering.

[Ding, Zhutian Chat Group sends you an invitation, whether to join.]

An extremely clear mechanical sound rang in Shang An's ears.

"Oh shit."

Shang An's face gradually became strange.

Chat group?
To be continued...