Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 55 Destiny
Daolong paused, and had no intention of chasing him.

Regardless of the fact that the Holy Master is in the state of a soul, there is almost nothing left, but not everyone can resist the terrifying soul.

Didn't you see that the impact just now shattered the ancient protective magic he gave Luo Qing?
If one is accidentally broken into the body by this thing, the consequences will be disastrous!
Watching the Holy Master go away, Daolong turned his head and asked, "Do you want to go back? The Holy Master's soul is out of trouble, and it may be very uneasy recently."

A smile appeared on Luo Qing's face, and the remaining protective shield around him gradually dissipated. He said sincerely, "I'll go back after I finish my work here."

Daolong paused, looked at Luo Qing expressionlessly, and finally threw a few jade talismans and disappeared in place with purple smoke.

Luo Qing took it and looked at it, and smiled more sincerely. The new communication talisman, tsk, I guess Daolong has calculated it, and I have nothing to give away.

Turning around, the smile disappeared, Luo Qing looked at Wa Long seriously, can only say that it is the destiny?

Even the Holy Master somehow saved his life.
After thinking for a while, Luo Qing stretched out a finger and began to draw in the void. The traces of water vapor were driven to stay in the air, and special symbols gradually formed one by one.

A trace of order emerged between the heaven and the earth, and a piece of yellow parchment gradually formed behind these symbols, and the ancient atmosphere began to permeate, making people feel the weight of the years.

After the symbols were rubbed into the parchment, Luo Qing raised his hand, and the paper slowly floated in front of Wa Long.

"Sign it, you don't have to die." Luo Qing said lightly.

Wa Long raised his head sharply, and immediately saw a familiar scene, but the difference was that the paper of the holy master's contract was as scarlet as blood, and the kind that even paid close attention to order.

On the other hand, Luo Qing's is heavy with the years, but it also gives people a strong sense of peace of mind, as if the most just existence in the world is looking at him.

Valon's eyes instantly became complicated, and he only understood what the Holy Master's contract represented at this moment. It was only unilaterally restricting those who signed the contract with the Holy Lord.

Valon smiled wryly, raised his hand without even looking at the content of the contract, and pressed it, the contract was concluded!

Luo Qing waved his hand, and the two men in black robes standing beside Wa Long backed away tremblingly, obviously they hadn't recovered from the fright just now.

"Cooperate well with Taoist priests in the future." Luo Qing turned around, his body gradually becoming illusory: "Remember, as long as you have any betrayal behavior in the future, you will be directly obliterated by the order."

The Taoist priest was a little disappointed, but he turned around and held out his hand with a smile: "Mr. Walong, happy cooperation!"

Wa Long looked at the place where Luo Qing disappeared with a complicated expression. From now on, Wa Long has also become a loyal supporter of others.
"Cooperation. Pleasure"
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Papa Antique Store.

As soon as he came back here, the old man who hadn't put the dragon's blood soil in place suddenly stopped, and then the whole antique shop was lit up with green lights, and a faint roar came in, and he could feel the anger and pain in it.

Chen Long and Xiaoyu looked at each other.

The next moment, Xiaoyu, who was exhausted, suddenly asked Σ(っ°Д°;)っ in horror: "I seem to hear the voice of the Holy Lord again. Is it because I am too tired and have auditory hallucinations? And now my eyes are green, what are you looking at?" They are all green, so I must have hallucinations too! Am I terminally ill, Uncle Long?"

Chen Long covered his face with a slap: "I saw it too, we can't get terminally ill together, right?"

The old man interrupted speechlessly: "Just now the Holy Master escaped from hell. He wanted to invade the old man's antique shop but failed, and now he has escaped."

"That's good, I thought I was terminally ill, it's scary!" Xiaoyu patted her chest, took a long breath, and almost died young.

"Wait!" Chen Long was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale (°Д°), and he was a little dazed: "If magic is real, then Luo Qing"

The old man's expression darkened, and he stepped forward and patted Chen Long on the shoulder: "He doesn't want to be the old man's disciple."

"Is it really hopeless?" Chen Long said in a difficult tone, recalling the young man who always had a gentle smile and shared his interests, he asked a little sentimentally.

"It depends on God's will."

Suddenly, Dad's words were interrupted, and a bald man in black broke into the antique shop: "Chen Long! What happened in San Francisco? Isn't magic fake?"

"It's Black, you sit down first, the matter is a bit complicated, I'll explain it to you slowly." Chen Long comforted him somewhat lacking in interest.

"Slow? Can't be slow. Do you know how many people were killed or injured just now? Now this city has become the focus of the world. I need to come up with a charter, otherwise there may be international collisions. After all, the dragon Xingxuying is not from our side." Black was very anxious and kept pacing back and forth.

Chen Long and his father looked at each other with shock in their eyes. It seems that this is true. In the United States, there is always someone or power to take the blame for anything that happens.

And the phantom of the divine dragon of the Holy Lord seems to be able to represent something.

"Wait a minute"

"Hey, I heard that there is a shortage of people here, so I want to take a look."

Perhaps it was destiny, a simple and honest voice interrupted the increasingly restless atmosphere in the field.

Chen Long, Black, Xiaoyu, and Dad turned their heads together and shouted almost in unison: "True?"

Tru, who was covered in bandages, scratched his head, and said somewhat honestly: "Well, I don't think I have anywhere to go. At the same time, I think I should know something that you don't know."
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San Francisco, FBI headquarters.

Brand, who was being mobilized to rescue the wounded, was suddenly stunned. He felt as if he saw a dragon flying towards him, and then it disappeared.

"Brand, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up, there is a serious shortage of manpower now." A white man next to him called his companion anxiously.

Brand was taken aback, his eyes flashed with scarlet, and he said lightly: "No, you can just go, I have more important things to do."

"Nothing is as important as what is going on now. If you don't go, you will definitely be punished. I don't care about you. I'll go first." The white guy hurriedly finished and ran out the door.

Brand. Oh, no, the Holy Master silently watched the people around him disappear one by one, with a surprised smile on his face.

He searched the original body's memory carefully, and the surprise in his eyes gradually materialized.

"Brand! What's the matter with you? Immediately! Immediately! Go and save people!"

There was a roar, and then a fat middle-aged white man trotted in, looking at the Holy Master angrily.

The holy master's eyes were dim, and a scarlet flash flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, and the blazing flames shot up into the sky. The fat boss in front of him was instantly reduced to ashes without even making a scream.

The Holy Lord cast a glance at the ball of ashes, and walked towards the door calmly.

He stretched out one hand and took out a golden badge from his pocket to play with, a bright smile appeared on his face again, the flame flashed, leaving only a murmur on the spot.

"I didn't expect this organization to still exist."

(End of this chapter)