Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 345 New Prophecy
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"Not bad, not bad, Xiaoyu, your shooting skills are getting better and better."

Luo Qing watched a dark metal crow falling in the distance and couldn't help but applaud.

Xiaoyu raised her head proudly, patted the Barrett given by Luo Qing, and said proudly: "That's right, I can now calculate the bullet's impact point!"

"Does 300 meters still need to be calculated?" Luo Qing was a little confused. Why did he feel that within 1000 meters, the gun could be pointed and hit anywhere?

Xiaoyu glanced at him and said arrogantly: "Moving target, this is a moving target, so you must calculate your position in advance. It flies so fast, not everyone can hit it. If you don't believe me, try it?"

Luo Qing raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when his cell phone, which had been silent for a long time, began to vibrate.

Luo Qing paused, frowned, took out his cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number?
You must know that his number is protected by Black Hand Technology, and it is impossible for ordinary harassing calls or scams to come in.

Everyone Luo Qing knew had notes, and those he didn't know would only go to Wa Long. It was outrageous that someone could call him now without being intercepted.

After thinking for a while, Luo Qing pressed the connect button.

After a burst of electric noise, a familiar female voice came: "Hello, hello, is this Mr. Luo Qing?"

Xiaoyu, who was not far away, raised her eyebrows, stood up and walked over. Why did this female voice sound so familiar to her?
"who are you?"

Luo Qing leaned back, and from the evil ghost tattoo behind him, a transforming evil spirit appeared and formed a black throne, which just happened to be connected to his body.

At this time, Xiaoyu also happened to come over and naturally sat next to Luo Qing, listening to the content on his mobile phone with him.

"Hello, Mr. Luo, I am the fortune teller who used to hold the Shadow Eater Mask, Jin Bo. I'm sorry to disturb you, but the stars have asked me to tell you some news now."

Miss Jinbo's voice was full of solemnity, but also slightly uneasy.

In fact, Jin Bo's power of destiny couldn't predict Luo Qing's future at all, and what she predicted was Ah Fu's future. But Ah Fu didn't have a phone, and it was too late to rush to Sakura.

She was afraid that if she spoke out, the boss would think she was looking for trouble, and then follow the communication signal to kill herself.

But Ah Fu and Chen Long had saved her life. If she didn't say anything, Ah Fu would die. After struggling for a long time, she made the call.

"Tell me about it." Luo Qing also felt a little uneasy after being told this.

He pressed the speakerphone, naturally stretched out his arms to hug the girl, and smelled the fragrance of the girl before suppressing the uneasiness.

"At midnight in the United States tonight, there will be a terrible dark resurgence in the cherry blossoms. Mr. Afu's mortality rate is as high as 90%." Miss Jinbo's voice was trembling.

But the content gave Luo Qing a pause, and he looked up at the afternoon sky.

Midnight is from eleven o'clock at night to one o'clock in the morning, which is still five hours away.
"Is there anything else?" Luo Qing asked calmly.

"Also, Austria will become a forbidden area for diviners. The stars keep me away from there." Miss Jinbo said with some uncertainty.

Ao Guo was very strange. She just knew to stay away, but she couldn't figure out everything there. This feeling was like trying to figure out Luo Qing face to face.

It always felt like there was a majestic hand blocking all the fortune teller's prying eyes.

Luo Qing's brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Is there anything else?"

"No more." Jin Bo's voice became more nervous and even stuttered a little.

"You did a good job this time. I've saved your number. You can contact me anytime if you need anything." After Luo Qing finished speaking, he hung up the phone, his eyes full of thoughtfulness.

"What kind of darkness has the terrible darkness revived?" Xiaoyu was a little confused. When she asked, she suddenly thought of something, frowned and said, "Is it a shadow?"

Luo Qing nodded and confirmed her suspicion: "It is indeed Shadow. It may be very lively tonight. Shall I take you back first?"

Xiaoyu had a thoughtful look in her eyes: "No, I think I should tell dad the news first and let him prepare."

"And Uncle Long, he has broken through to the senior level after he came back a few days ago. If he adds the divine armor, he will be very powerful. If there is too strong a revival of darkness, they will definitely go, and I have to help them."

Luo Qing nodded: "Okay, Xueyi, you can follow your princess to protect her safety. I have to make preparations."

As Luo Qing spoke, blood flashed across his body and attached directly to Xiaoyu's body, ignoring Luo Qing at all.Who makes him owe money?
Luo Qing reached out and touched Xiaoyu's head, stood up, and his figure gradually faded, slowly disappearing from the eyes of the two of them.

After Xiaoyu also stood up, the dark throne where the two were sitting slowly dissipated.

Xiaoyu looked at the place where Luo Qing disappeared, pursed her lips, and had inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

"Blood clothes."

She called softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Princess."

Xueyi responded almost instantly. The princess was always different. No matter whether Xueyi was angry or happy, she always answered Xiaoyu's questions immediately.

Xiaoyu opened her mouth and finally shook her head: "It's okay."

She took off and flew to San Francisco.

Xueyi was beside Luo Qing. She knew that if she asked Xueyi, she would definitely know the answer based on her faith.

But Luo Qing never revealed the most mysterious side, so she didn't want to ask this question.

He can always find out when he can tell himself.

saint of order
Xiaoyu speeded up, and even a little golden light flashed, and disappeared in the Opera Village in an instant.

In the village, the old Taoist priest raised his head and saw the light flashing.

Then he smiled and said to an old opera man: "I really envy you. I don't have a grandson, and I may not have one in the future."

"What did I say?" an uncle said dissatisfiedly: "You just recognized Xiao Lin as your godson some time ago, and you forgot about it?"

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily: "Yes, yes, look at my memory, I also have a grandson."

The uncle was happy: "That's right, come on, come on, play chess, play chess, it's rare to meet someone who can match your opponent in chess. You are different from those bad chess players. We will continue to fight for three hundred rounds."

The smile on the Taoist priest's face became more sincere, and he said teasingly: "Aren't you also a bad chess player? You still have the nerve to laugh at others."

"Nonsense, you can regret your move within three seconds because you played too fast. You can't blame me."

"Ah, yes, yes, everything you said is right, you stinky chess basket."

"Ah, I'm so angry, I can't stop it, old bastard!"

Seeing the uncle angrily walking away, the smile on the Taoist priest's face became more sincere and comfortable.

Compared with the separation in the abyss and the fear in the black market, he found that this ordinary life was what he wanted.

Under ambition, mediocrity always prevails.

I hope this peace can last longer.

The Taoist priest thought as he walked in the drama village with his hands behind his back, occasionally saying hello to some old men and women. When he reached the edge of the drama village, he concentrated on putting down some materials and strolled to the other side.

As a formation master, I always hope to do something if I can.

Although this formation seems vulnerable in front of the current strong men.

But the Taoist priest would still call Wallong and ask for some materials with a smile that Wallong would not refuse.

He never tired of setting up Feng Shui formations one after another.

This will at least make people in this village less likely to get sick, and farewells will always be joys and sorrows.

(End of this chapter)