Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 148 Dad's Past
Two days later, Luo Qing walked down the streets of Chinatown with a solemn face after feeding the Destroyer with a glass of real water of life.

The growth rate of the Destroyer is indeed somewhat terrifying. Luo Qing fired four shots in total, one shot for one seal, two shots for five seals, and the last shot to unlock six seals.

Although Bazaar was very dilapidated at the time, it had to be admitted that the power emanating from the Destroyer was amazing.

Such a powerful force does not seem to consume its energy, Luo Qing originally wanted to make up for its shortfall at most.

But a glass of water of life is just a glass, but Luo Qing feels its growth.

The core constraint of the Destroyer is order. Will this thing grow to the point where the Holy Lord ignores order one day, and then completely lose control?
It seems that it is time to study the alchemy technology well, and the undead magic has to learn from the seal.

Weapons are great, but exceeding expectations is bad.

Luo Qing looked up, the morning sun cleared the seriousness from his face, after thinking for a while, he walked towards a breakfast shop.

Ten minutes later, Luo Qing pushed open the door of Dad's antique shop with something in hand.

bell bell bell.
"Luo Qing, you are here, you still need to wait." Tru looked around, and said strangely: "The old man is pulling Chen Long to dress up, Xiaoyu should be talking soon."

A trace of surprise appeared in Luo Qing's eyes, and he put the things on the coffee table in the living room and asked, "Do I need to dress up for the theater? What's the point?"

Tru smiled and scratched his head: "The theater was opened by a friend of my father. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Maybe my father misses the past very much."

Luo Qing nodded with a smile. In his memory, there were vaguely some of his father's past. It seemed that his father didn't learn magic at first, and this matched his memory.

But then Luo Qing was taken aback. Although his father looked old, he was only in his 70s, and Daolong was [-] years old. Although there was a gap between the two, there was still not much difference.

hiss~
Luo Qing gasped in her heart, Dad is awesome!
At this time, Dad and Chen Long walked out of the room, attracting Luo Qing's attention.

Dad was wearing a black and white suit, while Chen Long was wearing a black suit, looking a bit formal.

Chen Long twisted his body uncomfortably, and complained: "Father, are these my clothes from five years ago? They are all too small now."

The old man said dissatisfiedly: "Oh~ Can you blame the old man for gaining weight? You won't even listen to me if I tell you to eat less!"

"Father, I don't mean to blame you, um, Luo Qing is here, you go and call Xiaoyu, you should wake up by this time." Chen Long said hello when he saw Luo Qing, and changed the subject.

The old man also looked over and immediately widened his eyes: "Oh, how did you grow up so fast? Didn't you say that you just opened up your physique a while ago?"

The smile on Luo Qing's face froze, and he stretched out his hand helplessly. Eleven black breaths flowed through his fingertips, causing the temperature of Papa's Antique Shop to drop instantly.

Chen Long and Tohru shuddered, and Tohru even shrank his body and turned pale.

He has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, and now he seems to see the truth.

And Luo Qing's gentle explanation also sounded at this time: "The growth of evil spirits is not only relying on evil spirits and killing, but also controlling other evil spirits, and these irrational evil spirits only know how to kill people all day long, so I will use them as waste. For a moment, improve yourself."

As he spoke, a gentle smile appeared on Luo Qing's face again: "After all, I have a black market, and it's fairly easy to collect such lowest-level evil spirits."

There was clarity in the eyes of the old man. He knew how evil spirits grow, but he didn't know how much evil spirits could increase their power by devouring each other, so he didn't refute Luo Qing's words.

But he still explained: "The power of evil spirits is always a bad power, it is best to collect less of this power, it may assimilate your thoughts."

Luo Qing explained gently: "No dad, the horse charm can expel all external forces, and the Holy Lord's things cannot be violated by evil spirits."

The old man looked at Luo Qing for a long time, then nodded slightly: "You can count on yourself, young people have young people's ideas, and the old man will soon be behind the times."

"How could it be, dad, you can even seal demons, you are an indicator to lead the magic world." Luo Qing flattered him a little.

Then he smiled and said, "You guys have breakfast first, I'll wake Xiaoyu up."

As he spoke, he quickly walked up to the second floor, stood at the door of Xiaoyu's room and exhaled, the most difficult lie is always true information.

Knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Luo Qing put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it. With a click, the door of the room opened slowly.

Luo Qing walked in with a smile on his face.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the super moose doll that was tightly hugged by Xiaoyu on the bed trembled slightly when he saw Luo Qing.

It seemed that it was this vibration, and it seemed that it was the knock on the door. Xiaoyu let out a groan, and began to writhe on the bed, as if degenerating into a maggot.

Luo Qing standing at the door:
Whether you want to quit or not, does it look a little bad?

"Morning, big moose."

A low-pitched dream sounded, and then Xiaoyu suddenly straightened her body, hugged the moose tightly, rolled, and made a strange sound from her mouth.

then
Then she and Luo Qing looked at each other.

Luo Qing (o°ω°o): .
Yuan. Is Xiaoyu also like this?I shouldn't be here, I should be under the car.
Why did I suddenly think of a song?

Xiaoyu (°ー°〃): .
This. What's the situation?when did he comeHow long have you been watching?

"Cough, I've knocked on the door." Luo Qing said weakly.

Xiaoyu's face slowly turned red in Luo Qing's words (ω).

"You go out ah ah ah!"

Xiaoyu screamed suddenly and tried to throw the super moose in her arms to Luo Qing, but the moose was more than one meter tall and seemed a bit too big.

She only threw it about half a meter, and landed on the side of the bed with a thud.

Xiaoyu: .
Luo Qing:.
The Bloody Coat Among the Moose: So Love Will Go Away, Right?

The awkward atmosphere slowly began to spread in the silence, and the sound of Chen Long's footsteps approaching downstairs: "Xiaoyu? What's wrong with you?"

Luo Qing was awakened by Chen Long's call, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again: "I woke up and had breakfast, and it's still very cute."

After speaking, Luo Qing closed the door with a touch, and responded with a smile to Chen Long who had already reached the stairs: "It's nothing, Uncle Long, maybe I was frightened."

Xiaoyu looked at the door in a daze, her face was getting redder and redder, she grabbed the super moose on the ground and hugged it in her arms, buried her head in the moose's chest, and shouted: "Ahhhhh. It's over, it's over, black history, this What about the proper black history?"

The Bloody Coat Among the Moose: Love, love is back
When Xiaoyu came down to wash up, it was already 10 minutes later, she looked at Luo Qing with a little dodge, for fear of hearing ridicule from his mouth.

It wasn't until the whole family had finished eating that the imaginary ridicule hadn't come, Xiaoyu was relieved.

Fortunately, the society is dead, but not completely dead.

"True, go get the gift you prepared last night. Dad wants to go and see it in advance." After waiting for Chen Long to take away the trash, the daddy said to Truu gently.

"Okay sir, I'll go right away." Tru nodded, turned around and took out a gift box.

The old man stood up, took out the tickets and distributed them to several people: "There is one in the afternoon, and one in the evening. Today we will watch the afternoon one."

Luo Qing took the tickets allotted to him: "Seven little rich men?"

"That's the name of the theater that my father stayed in when he first came out, and they haven't changed it." The old man smiled and said, "Okay, it's time for us to go."

With that said, he took the lead and walked out.

Everyone followed, but Chen Long was a little awkward and always felt uncomfortable when walking.

Xiaoyu glared at Luo Qing when she passed by, and then left quickly. Obviously, although she was not completely dead, she couldn't let things turn around so quickly.

Luo Qing touched his nose helplessly, and followed silently.

"I still remember when my father was eight years old, there were not so many high-rise buildings in the outside world, and the world was chaotic, so my father was homeless. At that time, this theater took him in."

The old man took the lead and walked in the front, his tone was full of nostalgia and a little sad: "War, it's really not a good thing."

"Dad has always been very grateful to the director of the theater at that time, but Dad finally left the theater and never went back."

Dad looked at Chinatown and fell silent for a while.

"Did something happen? I learned that period of history, it's not good." Xiaoyu asked after thinking about it.

"Wars are never purely man-made disasters, there are also some monsters resurrected." The old man shook his head, his tone a little melancholy: "That is a goat-eating beast that feeds on people, and in their mouth people are two-legged sheep. "

"At that time, my father separated from the theater because of the goat-eating beast. In that era of underdeveloped communications, my father searched for the theater for a long time but failed to find it."

Uncle's account seems to bring everyone back to the chaos of his youth.

There, people fight with people, people fight with demons, and people fight with ghosts. In short, the whole world is in chaos.

Dad was lucky to survive the turmoil because he learned low-level wall-penetrating potions from the theater.

He traveled around in that era, witnessed too many things, and the sense of powerlessness always surrounded him.

The era of monsters, ghosts, cholera, and the human race going crazy has lasted for nearly 20 years.

Over the years, my father has been trying his best to save the Chinese people he can see, but he still can't change anything. What should be devastated is still devastated.

"Until the chaos that lasted nearly 30 years ended, Dad also grew from a child to middle age." Dad said as the heaviness on his face dissipated a little: "Fortunately, that theater has been preserved, and the core magic of the theater It has helped us a lot.”

"Then why didn't daddy go back?" Xiaoyu frowned, as if she couldn't imagine the confusion, she asked with some doubts.

Luo Qing and Chen Long also looked over. He really seldom talked about Dad's past, so...is it so heavy?

The look of reminiscence in Dad's eyes became more and more intense: "Dad met Dad's master, he is a very powerful mage, he said that Dad's talent is very good, would you like to learn magic with him?"

"Dad witnessed too many things at that time, and it was also the time when he was most thirsty for power. Dad always wondered, if Dad had enough power at that time, would he not have to die so many people? Would he be able to eliminate those people? Monster."

"So the father agreed, and after writing a letter to the theater, the father followed the master to Mount Tai."

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