The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 35 Do You Know Me?

In the quiet room, there were no lights and it was pitch black. Only a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground could be vaguely seen.

Wisps of white air slowly ejected from the figure's mouth and nose, circled around the body, and then were sucked into the abdomen, repeating the same process.

I don't know how long it took, but a breeze blew up for no reason in the closed room. As the people on the ground breathed out white air faster and faster, the wind became stronger and stronger, causing the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall to rattle. There was a loud sound, and the sound of roaring tigers and swords could be faintly heard in the void.

The white air became thicker and thicker in the air, continued to compress and condense, and finally collapsed inward, turning into a silver-white light air as thick as a little finger that floated in the air for a few moments before disappearing into the figure's mouth and disappearing.

As the person sitting on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, there seemed to be a flash of light in the dark room.

It's finally done!

The boy let out a long breath.

During this period of time, he practiced hard day and night, and finally mastered the Lung God Haohua chapter in the Huangting Immortal Technique of the Shangqing Dynasty. A breath of Gengjin sword energy was many times more powerful than when he first started.

He secretly sighed in his heart, the Huangting Sutra of the Shangqing Dynasty is indeed the superior immortal formula of Xuanmen. It is indeed infinitely mysterious. Just this Lung Palace method, the sword energy cultivated by it is not inferior to that of those who specialize in this technique. Sword repair!
  Now I can spray with all my strength, and I can penetrate gold and stone within ten meters. With this skill, I can run out and cosplay a sword fairy without any problem.

The benefits of cultivating the Lung God Haohua Chapter don’t stop there.

He silently exercised his energy and looked inside, and saw that his lungs, which had become several times stronger, were constantly emitting a hazy pure white aura under his inner vision.

No wonder the scriptures say that if you practice the five internal organs of the Twenty-Four Gods, you can improve your physical fitness. Just practicing one chapter has such an effect. If the five internal organs are completed, it is said that the furnace is replaced and the sinews are washed. Not an exaggeration.

Looking at the results of his practice during this period, the young man stood up with satisfaction, stretched out, moved his muscles, walked from the basement to the living room, opened the curtains, and glanced at the sunny street outside.

Since bidding farewell to the old man, for more than half a month, Zhu Mingyao has been living a leisurely single home life like a college student who is on vacation alone at home.

Get up every morning, or go to the flea market to try to find things.

Or go to the municipal library to look through some old files, trying to find treasures that have appeared in previous movies and TV shows, like the undead gold coins you have.

Either go to the shooting club opened by the Hualian Chamber of Commerce, show off the VIP card given by Bai Ziyuan, take the free bullets, spend a lot of money on the shooting range, and stop by for a free high-end buffet at noon.

When I got home in the afternoon, I went into the basement and concentrated on practicing the sword energy generated by [Lung God Haohua], trying to master it as soon as possible and be able to use it in actual combat.

The hard work paid off, and today it finally came to fruition, and I finally had a method that could make the final decision in the battle.

Today, there are far fewer police officers on the streets during the day than in the past few days. After all, Los Angeles, as an important federal city, cannot conduct endless manhunts throughout the city.

However, the mysterious men in black who appeared quietly in the streets at night showed that the authorities were just turning light into darkness and had no intention of relaxing the pursuit at all.

According to a call from Bai Ziyuan, the government has almost turned into a mad dog during this period, turning the entire West Coast region upside down!
  As expected after Zhang Shouzhong's analysis, the official attitude was that they would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go, and they just wanted to catch a few scapegoats first.

Under the water in the Golden State area, extraordinary organizations, large and small, were the first to bear the brunt. No one could escape, and they all suffered a huge blow.

Large organizations that usually have good relations with the authorities can still maintain some dignity in the turmoil, but only ask to cooperate with the investigation.

As for small and medium-sized organizations and lone rangers, they have no face to speak of. A large number of people come directly to the door and surround the station with long guns and short cannons. Then they hand over the member list and information. Everyone passes the review and dares to speak out if they meet. Damn it, I immediately took him away to the small black room to serve him.

Even the Hualian Chamber of Commerce was questioned repeatedly, and it took a lot of connections to deal with it. This is what he and other people in the Chamber of Commerce have been busy with recently. As for the small underground sects and witchcraft associations that were not usually very unclean, they were almost wiped out. Those with criminal records were taken away directly, and many of the remaining people were taken in by the authorities.

No matter how you look at it, the turmoil caused by this incident has only just begun.

So Bai Ziyuan called to specifically inform him that during this period, he should not open his business to accept any commissions and avoid the limelight first.

I tidied up at home, and it was not yet noon. I didn’t go to the shooting club today, mainly because I was tired of the buffet inside, and Zhu Mingyao was going to go out for a change.

“Are you going to eat donkey meat roasted or rice rolls later?
  It is said that the newly opened Lao Guo Sliced ​​Noodles is also good, and its branches have even opened in France..."

While thinking about one of the most important ultimate questions of mankind - what to eat for lunch? The boy changed his clothes.

Just as he put on his coat, before the boy could move, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a dry voice sounded at the same time.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Zhang at home?"

"Huh?" Zhu Mingyao raised his eyebrows, opened the door and walked out.

I saw a man and a woman standing in front of the store. The man had dark brown hair and a long face. He was about 27 or 28 years old. He had a gentle appearance and a somewhat bookish look on his face.

The woman is younger than her male companion, with long blond hair tied into a ponytail, a plump face, and a fairly delicate appearance among white people, but the unconcealed haggardness on her face detracts a lot from her overall appearance.

When the two of them saw someone pushing open the door and coming out, their eyes lit up, but when they saw the young man's appearance clearly, they quickly dimmed again.

"Hello, this is [Zhang Ji Antique Shop], right? Um, is Mr. Zhang at home?"

The woman's voice was hoarse and she asked with hope.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang is my adoptive father. He has been in some physical condition recently and has returned to China for recuperation. Do you two have anything to do with him?" Zhu Mingyao replied politely.

"Then when will he come back? Can he come back in the next few days?" The woman's lips trembled and she asked anxiously.

Zhu Mingyao spread his hands and said: "I will definitely not come back soon. You should know that the recuperation cycle is calculated in months or even years..."

Before the young man finished speaking, tears oozed from the corners of the woman's eyes. She hugged the arm of the male companion next to her, put her hands on his shoulders and sobbed:
  "What should I do? This one is not here, not even here! No! Clay, I don't want to die!"

Seeing his out-of-control female companion, the man was a little panicked and quickly held her in his arms and comforted her softly.

"It's okay, Christine, don't be afraid. There must be a way. If we can't find anyone in Los Angeles, we'll go to New York to look for him. I'll book a flight now! I won't let anything happen to you. You promised me , we want to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Seeing the two leaning against each other and turning away, smelling the sour smell of love in the air, Zhu Mingyao, who had eaten a mouthful of dog food for nothing, shrugged and prepared to lock the door and go out to eat.

At this moment, the man suddenly stopped. He turned around and stared at the young man doubtfully, as if he was identifying something carefully.

After hesitating for a while, the man tentatively shouted:
  "Is it... Mr. Zhu? Well, should I call him Mr. Miyo?"

　This is a new book for a newbie. There are many inconsiderate things. Thank you everyone for pointing out the shortcomings. I will try my best to make up for them (⊙⊙)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)