"Look, cool, this is the spell my dad taught me!"

Through simple spell casting materials, the young girl recited the corresponding spell, and the cone-shaped flames gushed in the room full of flammable materials. The little girl who had accomplished all this looked slightly pale, but she had a smug smile.

"It's amazing. I didn't expect you to have become a mage at a young age."

Naturally, Diapolo would not be stingy with her praise at this time, and would not talk about anything else. Just based on Chen Xiaoyu's own talent, she is considered a genius - of course, that is relative to the general public.

"You are amazing, too."

Xiaoyu, who was praised, suddenly became happy. When his father taught her spells, he would not praise her like this. The great wizard acted very easy-going in daily life, but in his professional field, he was particularly strict.

"Hahaha, not as good as a mage."

Diapolo laughed. He had never shown the "kung fu" he was good at in front of Chen Xiaoyu.

Just as the old guy Diapolo was playing with Chen Xiaoyu, downstairs of the antique shop, Chen Long was communicating with his father in a low voice.

"Dad, do you feel that something is wrong with the friend Xiaoyu brought back?"

"What's wrong?"

The father looked at his eldest nephew with his eyes squinted.

"I can't say it, but it's just wrong to me." Jackie Chan scratched his head. Although the sixth sense beyond the five senses gave him this feeling, he still asked him to explain in detail, but he couldn't find out the reason.

"The Qi Curse did not respond, and I didn't see any problems with him. Maybe you are too sensitive."

The great master withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the ancient books in front of him to find a way to fight against the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord will surely break the seal and reappear in the world.

"Maybe I'm too sensitive."

Chen Long scratched his hair, but he still felt uneasy in his heart. He felt that he had done something stupid and took the initiative to lead the monster to his home.

"Dad, I'll cut some fruit and send it to you!"

"Well, I'll pour my dad a cup of tea."

Chen Long, who punched the evil ones and kicked the demons, became a servant-like character in the antique shop. But he had no complaints about this, and he was even willing to accept it because he liked such a peaceful life.

Time passed, and night quickly enveloped the city. In Xiaoyu's reluctant gaze, Diapolo, who had been playing with her for a long time, pushed open the door of the antique shop and prepared to go home.

"It's already so late. Classmate Wang, where is your home? I'll send you back!"

Looking at the night of the city, Chen Long volunteered. As an oriental who has lived here for a long time, he knew very well how terrible this city would become when it entered the night. A child like this would most likely have an accident when he went to the streets at night.

"No, I've notified my driver to pick me up."

Diapolo smiled slightly, and then while the three of them were stunned in the antique house, they got into a luxury car that had been waiting outside the antique store.

"Xiaoyu, the friend you made seems a bit difficult!"

Chen Long looked at the luxury car that was leaving and sighed sincerely.

"What's not simple? Didn't this kid tell Xiaoyu a long time ago? He knows kung fu. Since ancient times, he is poor in literature and wealthy in martial arts. How many people are simple who can practice martial arts in small numbers?"

“That’s true.”

As Diapolo left, Chen Long's feeling of uneasiness disappeared, and he even doubted whether he was too sensitive.

Both Jackie Chan and Daddy regarded this visit to Xiaoyu's friend as a small episode in life, and did not care too much about it. However, the next day, after Xiaoyu went to school, the familiar luxury car was once again parked in front of the antique store.

jingle--

After the crisp copper bell rang, sitting behind the counter, an old man like an old goat looked at the child pushing the door and glanced at a porpoise under the counter that had been made into a magic weapon.

"Student Xiao Wang, if you are here to find Xiao Yu, you should go to school now."

"I'm not here to find Xiaoyu, I'm here to visit you, Dad." Diapolo looked calm and calm, approaching Dad step by step.

"What's the matter with you looking for your dad?"

"I heard Xiaoyu say yesterday, Dad, you are good at all kinds of magic spells and can do almost everything."

"Children's words are not aware of such flattery, you will not believe it."

"I think you, as a contemporary master, should be able to solve my problem."

Di Apollo looked at his father who was increasingly cautious and glanced at him. Jackie Chan, who was rushing to the sky, still looked calm. His demeanor didn't look like a child at all, and he should have it.

"Chen Long, you are right. Xiaoyu's friend is indeed wrong."

Looking at Chen Long who was rushing toward him, the father sighed, and then his eyes fell on the child who was already close to the counter.

"I can't afford the title of a contemporary great wizard. I'm just an old man who leaves his hometown."

"You are too modest. In today's world, you may not be as big as a wizard like you."

"Okay, the little thing that deceived my niece and granddaughter. Just say anything you have. Don't hide it. Dad is the one who annoys the most."

My father was a little impatient. If it weren't for the Qi Curse, he hadn't noticed anything abnormal on Diapolo, he would have launched an attack now.

"I want to ask you to help me solve some of the demons' backhands left on me." Diapolo stretched out his palm to the old man.

"The backhand that the demon stays on you?"

Hearing Diapolo's words, my father's brows relaxed slightly, because it didn't sound like an enemy, but like a friend who came to ask for help.

"Which demon is it?"

While the father asked, he also reached out to grab Diapolo's outstretched palm.

"In today's world, there is only the Holy Lord who is still active, but who else can there be besides him?"

After the words came to an end, Chen Long, who had been on the side, was startled and rushed to Diapolo.

"Have you ever met the Holy Lord?"

"Chenlong, retreat!"

The father's stern warning sounded. The moment he held Diapolo's palm, he found out that Diapolo's background was not flesh and blood, nor was it as weak as he showed now. This was a terrifying monster.

"Dad!"

Chen Long was a little at a loss.

"If you don't want your father to die, then hurry up and put on armor."

"If you only wear armor now, isn't it too late?"

Diapolo, whose palm was held, smiled and spoke.

"It's really too late. Dad misjudged your strength. The Qi spell he arranged didn't work at all, otherwise you wouldn't be so close to Dad."
Chapter completed!