"How is that possible? Dad. ”

"Didn't you say that it is impossible for the Holy Lord to be resurrected again?"

Before Long Chen could lie down, Dad directly pushed open the door and pulled him out.

Following behind his father, the sleepy-eyed Chen Long felt that he was carrying dozens of pounds of weight, and then walked on the sponge floor.

The two black and purple eyelids were already about to rebel.

"Fire is not necessarily the Holy Lord."

The old man who finally found the key was full of energy, and even the action of modifying the magic tracker was sped up a few points.

After attaching the last widget and taping it around, the Fire Special Edition Magic Tracker is complete.

Daddy skillfully injected magic power, and then the hands on the dial trembled and pointed in a certain direction after a few turns.

"Sure enough!"

Under the lamp, there seemed to be a flash of light on the reading glasses with yellow lenses.

Trying to move the magic tracker in his hand, the pointer swayed unsteadily, but ended up pointing in about the same direction.

This made the stone in Daddy's heart fall completely.

"Tru, come here! The magic energy trap you made before has worked! ”

"We're going to hurry up, Daddy, I'm always a little restless."

In the studio, Daddy shouted to Tru, who was busy in the kitchen.

"But sir, I need to buy a new pot, the hood needs to be cleaned again, and ......"

"Oh Tru, you're here to learn magic, not how to be a good cook."

"The evil minions have acted, but you are still chattering about a pot in the kitchen, what the hell are you doing!"

Daddy said that, and began to pack all the things he needed for the long journey.

Chen Long followed behind with his eyes closed, holding a trash can in his hand to fill things.

And Tru in the kitchen looked helplessly, a lump of blackened unknown substances stuck to the bottom of the pot, and sighed.

Thirty minutes later.

After packing his bags, Dad walked in front, and Chen Long, who had been pumped all the way, followed behind with his head covered.

As for Tru......

"Uh-huh......"

He struggled to lift the demonic energy trap he had made.

On the surface, it is an unidentified object cobbled together from an old wardrobe and a tattered vacuum cleaner, connected by means of duct tape.

I don't know what is inside, but it is a cabinet one or two meters high, which makes it extremely difficult for this big man to lift his head.

According to Daddy's test, this magic trap made by Tru works quite well and is sturdy and durable, with only a slight flaw.

Boom!

Putting it on the ground, panting, Tru shouted to the two Chen Long who were about to leave:

"Wait...... Wait for me! ”

By the time everyone was out on the street, a car had been waiting for a long time.

The agent next to him nodded to the three of them and left directly.

This is Chen Long dragging sleepiness to contact Sheriff Black, although he doesn't know about the black gas that Chen Long said, but he still sent a car to believe in Chen Long.

The interior of the specially elongated car has a lot of space, and Tru is crowded in the last row alone.

Dad and Long Chen sat in the second row.

Then the seats in the first row...... A handsome purple-haired guy sat there confused.

That's right, it's Dylan.

"Why am I here to drive?"

After complaining, he was called over with a confused expression.

Just now, I was trying to communicate with Hell again to find out about the situation of the Holy Lord.

I didn't expect to suddenly receive a call from my father, who still used a landline.

If it weren't for the sound of his sign, Dylan would have hung up this strange number that inexplicably made him go out to drive.

"Do you want the half-dead Long Chen to open it? Or is it the clumsy Tru to open it? ”

Thumbs up and nodded at Tru, then grabbed Long Chen, who was smirking with his eyes closed, and pulled him over and shook it, his father grimacing.

"It's impossible for me to drive a handful of bones!"

Although his words are sharp, Dylan, who knows his father's character, understands that this is already a lot of words that his father has restrained.

He turned around in disbelief.

But suddenly something came to mind, and Dylan turned his head again.

"Isn't Xiaoyu coming?"

"She's busy fighting with the Great Demon King for control of the world territory, and Long Chen has entrusted Sheriff Black to take care of Xiaoyu."

Daddy didn't look up, he kept adjusting the magic tracker.

I don't know why, this thing doesn't work from time to time, but Daddy feels that there is no problem with his production method.

Nodding his head, he understood.

What Dad said should have been the gift he gave a few days ago, originally wanted to change Xiaoyu's mood, but she didn't expect her mood to change, but it made her addicted.

can only let Chen Long have time to educate Xiaoyu.

Letting go of these thoughts, Dylan started driving.

Although he has lived for two lifetimes, to be honest, he really hasn't driven a car.

However, although he had never driven it, he knew a lot about the theories, and it was not easy to drive a car with his demonic wisdom.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand and one foot on the clutch, he realized something when he put it into gear.

"No, Daddy? You haven't said where you're going, how can I drive? ”

"You just drive, Daddy thinks."

With reading glasses on his head, Dad and the magic tracker in his hand completely competed.

"Then I'll do it casually!"

With Dylan's rusty footwork, the car moved.

The scenery outside the window gradually receded, and Dylan, who was driving the car, felt faintly uneasy.

Daddy hadn't told him why he had set off suddenly, and what the cabinet on the roof of the car was for.

He had a guess in his mind, but if that was the case......

With his mind in mind, the car suddenly sped off after a slow pace of more than ten seconds.

On the streets of the city, he drove at a speed of nearly 100 yards with only a little knowledge of the traffic rules.

The inertia generated by the sudden acceleration in the car pressed Dad on the seat, and only made a sound:

"Oops!!"

……

……

Papa antique shop.

The rooms on the west side of the second floor are brightly lit.

The clamor of the Great Demon King, the screams of the slain soldiers, the machine guns, the shells, the room looked like a world fight.

"There are two hits!"

Xiao Yupan sat on the bed, holding the game console in both hands, licking the corners of her mouth with her tongue, her eyes sharp, and her mind concentrated.

The opponent's operation has two hits, and if she doesn't get serious, I'm afraid she will lose directly.

After a hard-fought battle, she finally won the game.

Putting down the game console in her hand and touching her stomach, she was a little hungry.

Stepping on two bunny slippers, she walked slowly downstairs in her pajamas.

"Uncle Long!"

"Daddy!"

"Tru!"

"Where have you gone, everyone?"

She shouted loudly left and right, but no one answered her.

Walking up the stairs and past the kitchen, it wasn't until she saw the closed doors of the antique shop that she vaguely remembered that her father had told her that they were going out.

By divine spurt, she took out the key from the drawer at the counter and opened the door of the antique shop.

It was the middle of the night, and there was not a single pedestrian on the road in Chinatown.

Dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the cold moonlight.

The wind blowing down the street carried a hint of coolness, which made her subconsciously shrink back.

The doors of the shops opposite are also closed.

Watching from afar.

I don't know why, even if she wins the game, her heart is empty.

Why is that?

A dead leaf was swept up by the wind, and after struggling in the air, it still hit a nearby fence and split in half.