Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 124 Santa Claus
The next day, Hollywood, the suburbs.

"Old man, what kind of Santa Claus do you really want to find?" Devil Xiaolong asked casually as he followed the Holy Master forward boredly.

"Why not?" The Lord asked calmly, a yellow horn-like pointer in his hand continuously emitting bright red energy.

The devil dragon yawned, and teased lightly: "This is not like your style, old man. It took three days to find a broken magic. Since when have you been so trustworthy?"

The Holy Master walked silently, his eyes darkened slightly: "Pay attention to your attitude."

The devil dragon paused, his eyes flickered, and he said perfunctorily: "OK, OK, you are the most trustworthy, my great father, Your Majesty."

The Holy Master stopped talking, but increased the output of magic power to the horns. When they walked by a small stream, the horns trembled slightly, and then returned to their original appearance.

But the Holy Master had already stopped in his tracks: "This is the place, let your devilish energy explode."

The devil dragon stretched out his hand indifferently, and the terrifying black air enveloped the surroundings. He opened his mouth slowly, and a tremor that seemed to come from the void appeared.

A strange and terrifying syllable swept through the black magic energy, and the surrounding space trembled suddenly.

Between heaven and earth, black air and righteous air slowly turned their gazes over, and then slowly disappeared.

The devil dragon flew into the air, pressed down fiercely with one hand, and another weird syllable came out of his mouth, and a raging fire burned instantly in the tumbling darkness.

With the continuous distortion of the space, an endless chill instantly swept over the surroundings.

In the sky, a piece of cool snowflakes slowly fell, and then, pieces of snowflakes covered the space beside the creek, causing the Holy Master to frown in displeasure.

Fire demons dislike water and ice.

As the third syllable of Devil Xiaolong fell, in an instant, a pure white portal descended suddenly, and the surrounding snowflakes suddenly increased, and the heavy snow like goose feathers continued to fall, dyeing the green grass with a layer of pure white.

"It's really nasty weather." Devil Xiaolong said very unhappy, a circle of flame halo appeared around him, blocking all snowflakes.

Holy Master looked at the door, frowned and walked in first: "Let's go, don't complain."

The devil dragon followed, and the moment he stepped into the white portal, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Hey, old man, if I guessed correctly, you were deceived."

The Holy Master looked at the pure white world around him with a gloomy expression. The endless heavy snow and the continuous snow-capped mountains were all the scenery here.

The Holy Master turned around without thinking, and was about to leave, but the next moment, the portal behind him disappeared at some point, and what caught his eye was still a piece of white snow.

The Lord waved his hand, and the powerful flame energy formed a mirror, projecting a scene of hell: "Nishi, I need an explanation!"

"What's the matter? Huh? I found Santa's residence. It's very good, Shendu." Ximu appeared on the screen and said enthusiastically.

"Uncle Ba, the old man is very angry now. If you are still so out of tune, I'm afraid things will not end so well, after all." Devil Xiaolong said with a deadpan expression: "You don't want this space to be exiled either, right?"

The smile on Ximu's face became more and more warm: "The eldest nephew was joking, so, what happened? I need to know the current situation, otherwise I can't give you an answer, can I?"

"This space is connected to the North Pole, don't tell me, this is the cemetery of the angel!" There was even a trace of killing intent in the eyes of the Holy Lord, staring at Ximu firmly.

Twice, the runes of the Lotus Temple and the Santa Claus here, this Ximu has dug holes for him again and again, do you really think that fraudsters are easy to deceive?

Ximu paused, and spread his hands innocently: "I don't know, maybe it's the mutual attraction between my abilities. After all, I was almost broken at the beginning, so I can't blame it."

As he spoke, he changed his style of painting and said: "But you can rest assured about what you said, the sky represents the vastness, and the ability to carry a part of my space here is not something that is being suppressed by the angel, so it should not alarm the angel. "

The Holy Master closed his eyes, took a deep breath, barely suppressed the killing intent, and said indifferently: "It's better to do this, otherwise, you don't even want to come out of hell, I believe that with your brokenness, I can send you to hell." go back."

The smile on Ximu's face stagnated, and then he said gently: "Really, I promise."

The Holy Lord waved his hand impatiently, the projection was cut off, he sensed his surroundings, and slowly flew away.

Looking at the back of the Holy Master, the devil dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, kept up with the flying speed of the Holy Master, and asked strangely: "Old man, when did you become so cowardly? Can you bear this?"

The Holy Master glanced at him, took a deep breath, and said indifferently: "You talk a lot more than you did a thousand years ago. Remember, as long as you are obedient, you will always have your place in my kingdom."

The devil dragon paused, then smiled and said, "I know, I'm just a little bit annoyed at your loneliness."

The Holy Master turned his head, did not speak, and began to recite magical spells in his mouth. The surrounding blizzard suddenly paused, and powerful energy fluctuations began to gather.

There was a hint of thought in the eyes of the devil dragon, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand. In the ice and snow, a second sun began to appear in the sky, and the scorching breath began to spread.

The moment a snow-capped mountain that was nearly twice as tall as the mountains appeared ahead, a fireball with a diameter of more than [-] meters and a terrifying energy beam slammed into the top of the mountain.

hum~
A very modern siren sounded instantly, and a lighthouse-like building on the top of the snow-capped mountain shone red.

A chubby old man with a white beard walked out of the Christmas house, his pure eyes were filled with fear as he watched the approaching powerful attack.

The surrounding space fluctuated violently, and elves wearing green clothes and less than one meter tall appeared in an instant. They wore green Christmas hats on their pointed ears and looked solemnly at the sky.

"Arctic Guard Assemble!"

A loud shout sounded, and suddenly, more elves appeared out of thin air. They raised their hands one after another, and a powerful green barrier instantly enveloped the entire mountain.

boom!Boom boom boom.
The terrifying loud noise spread throughout the entire space, causing a huge avalanche and causing chaos in this area.

Santa Claus's voice was a little muffled, and he asked in panic, "What is that? It's scary!"

An elf looked at the faint cracks on the barrier and said: "I don't know, but I can feel the powerful darkness, we need support!"

"Support? How to find support?" Santa Claus panicked.

"Avril!" The little elf didn't answer, but shouted loudly.

"Here we come!" A female elf hurriedly ran out, and said solemnly, "What's the captain's order?"

"Ten years ago, a mage surnamed Chen left our red list. If you go to him, you will tell Santa Claus is in danger." The captain looked at the cracked barrier on the shield and said solemnly: "We may not be able to hold on." How long."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Marceline replied, her figure disappeared out of thin air.
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bell bell bell.
"Welcome to Papa's Antique Store, may I help you."

"Hello, are there any antiques from the Lin Dynasty here? I'm more interested in those from that period." A middle-aged man wearing a top hat walked into the shop and asked with a smile.

The smile on Tru's face became more sincere. He walked out of the counter and slightly stretched out his hand to the left to guide the customers: "Yes, here are all the antiques of the Lin Dynasty. Take a look at what you need."

"How about introducing it to me?" The middle-aged man explained: "My boss is an elegant collector. I need to tell him the details so that I know what to buy."

"Eh, this is a vase?" Trudeau said a little speechlessly: "You can take it away with only 40."

The middle-aged man paused, took a strange look at Tru, shook his head, and walked out.

"Oh, Tru! You really don't know how to do business!"

The moment the middle-aged man walked out of the antique shop, Dad's voice exploded, startling Xiaoyu who was sitting in the living room watching TV.

Tru was taken aback, and looked at the library in a daze. Isn't dad looking at the spellbook?how
The old man came out angrily and hooked his hands.

After Tru lowered his head, he clapped his fingers together and slapped him on the forehead, and shouted: "You are an incompetent salesman, you must understand antiques so that you can sell them!"

"Um, but." Truu covered his head a little aggrieved. He used to be a member of the Mafia, and he never used eloquence.

Dad stretched out his hand, snap!

"No, but! The customer just now obviously planned to buy it, and because of your ignorance, Dad lost tens of thousands of income!" Dad said angrily: "These will be deducted from your expenses! The supper will be cancelled.”

"Uh, yes sir, that"

Snapped!
The old man couldn't hold back and gave him another slap. He pushed Trudeau towards the library and said, "No, I have to put down my research on magic and give you a profound training."

"But Dad, I still have to look at the store. Chen Long is going to buy lunch." Trudeau was pushed forward helplessly, trying to reason with Dad.

"Xiaoyu will be optimistic about the antique shop, right?" The old man turned his head and looked at the living room gently, and asked.

With a big smile on Xiaoyu's face, she hurried to the back of the counter and said, "Of course, selling things is not difficult, I can do it."

"Look, Xiaoyu is so smart." Dad said gently, turned his head and shouted: "Look at you again, stupid apprentice, you need to train together when Chen Long comes back! God knows you lost it when Dad didn't pay attention. How many guests have you had!"

"Eh, Mr. Good." Trou entered the library helplessly.

As the door was closed with a touch, Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, the angry father was so scary.

bell bell bell.
When the doorbell rang, Xiaoyu sat up straight in an instant, with a smile on her face: "Welcome. Well, Uncle Long, you are back."

Chen Long glanced around suspiciously, and asked, "Where are Dad and Tru?"

Xiaoyu's face was a little strange: "Going to training, my father wants to teach him sales knowledge."

Chen Long was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of something bad. It was a torture training. He was obviously a glorious archaeologist, but he had to suffer this kind of torture.
Just as he was about to say something, the door of the library was opened with a slam: "Chen Long, come in quickly, Tru needs your help."

Chen Long was stunned for a moment, and helplessly helped his forehead: "Father, can we eat first? Xiaoyu is hungry."

Just as Dad was about to speak, the temperature in the entire antique shop dropped instantly, and a female elf appeared in front of them out of thin air.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up: "Wow! Elf!"

(End of this chapter)