Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 174 Encounter on the Road

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 174 Encounter on the Road

The silver-white convertible sports car was speeding on Highway L-95. Tang Song put one hand on the car door, enjoying the joy of driving the sports car with one hand.

Limited edition luxury sunglasses are worn on the bridge of his nose, and he is wearing a white high-end casual suit, which makes him look a little less serious and a little more youthful.

Starting from New York and heading south along L-95, you can reach Washington, the political capital of the federal government, in three to four hours.

In the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was natural to go to Washington to see a play, no, to attend a cocktail party.

The invitation from the White House was thrown on the passenger side of the sports car.

When he was in the world of Jambu, Tang Song was running around for spiritual practice. In the world of Marvel, the evil god Thanos was like a knife hanging above his head. The horror of life and death made him dare not stop for a moment.

He is like an ant who knows that the flood is coming, working hard to accumulate his own nest and build his own Noah's Ark.

In Skye's teasing words, he was like an old man of several decades, with a gloomy mind and always feeling like something was pressing on his mind.

When Ju Ziyun was fine, she would catch him and call him uncle. Even though he taught her many times, the girl never tired of it. In the end, uncle became her exclusive title.

Even when she was in bed, this little girl kept screaming for uncle, and was beaten red every time.

Especially when you are excited, you turn around, bite your lip, and call uncle in a disgusting voice.

The Tang and Song dynasties had nothing to do about it, but they found it a little irritating.

For Tang and Song, being a man of three generations, his mental age is one thing, but the pressure he endures in his heart is beyond what Skye can imagine.

It's like putting a countdown clock in front of a normal person. When the countdown ends, the person will have a 1/2 chance of burping.

Now find the shadow area in this person's heart.

Tang and Song Dynasties didn't know how others chose when faced with this situation.

What he has to do is, if someone really wants to snap his fingers and make him disappear, he will break off his fingers one by one and crush all the bones in his body into slag.

He spent all his energy building an underground kingdom, researching genetic serum, and creating extraordinary genetic warriors. In the eyes of others, he was like a black hand hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything.

Everything he does is just to slap someone in the face when someone threatens him.

Men cannot live in this world without power and money, or they must have awe-inspiring power.

Tang Song spread his hands, and the wind brought by the roaring sports car caressed his fingertips,

On Earth, some LSPs said that when a car is driving, if you put your hands out of the window, the wind resistance will make your fingers feel... as the car speeds up...

Well, speaking from the experience of the Tang and Song Dynasties, big is not necessarily the best.

One of his seaside villas on Long Island is specially used for parties.

Tang Investment Company, with its abundant capital, has made large investments in Hollywood in the past six months.

Of course, most investments lose money, but I don't care.

The film and television companies know the purpose of Boss Tang's investment in the projects of major film and television companies, and the tax bureau also knows it.

However, the incoming and outgoing payments in Hollywood are inherently confusing, and even if the IRS wants to investigate, it will be very troublesome.

After all, stars’ salaries, props, costumes, box office, plus overseas box office, there is a lot that can be manipulated.

The IRS clearly knew that Tang Investment Group was laundering money through Hollywood film and television projects, but there was no way around it.

Moreover, the Tang Investment Group is a major taxpayer in New York. It is much more generous than the wealthy people who do charity all day long and donate to their own funds. In addition, there are people behind Boss Tang, and the IRS also turns a blind eye to Boss Tang.

Close one eye.

The major film and television companies in Hollywood regard Boss Tang as a big water pipe. They will send a share of the investment in many film and television projects that they are not sure whether to make a profit or a loss to the investment company.

Under such circumstances, Boss Tang’s party was full of celebrities and models from the film and television industry. It can only be said that Europeans and Americans have beef-eating physical fitness, and they are indeed gifted. Some are bigger than football.

If you touch it too much, it won't be as comfortable as holding it.

The cool new concept convertible has attracted the attention of countless people along the way.

When passing through Philadelphia, Tang Song only slowed down slightly and took a look at the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall from a distance. Then a bunch of hot and sexy girls came over to chat with him and wanted to take a ride.

These cool-dressed white hotties, Black Pearl, are all very enthusiastic, but it's a pity that Boss Tang's eyes have already been turned on.

Nowadays, even celebrity models are a little tired of eating too much, unless there is a status bonus or a special system.

Women will only affect the speed of my cultivation.

Tang Song waved his hand at a Filipino girl who was said to be studying at the University of Pennsylvania, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

"She looks pretty good!"

Tang Song waved his hand and was about to throw the note with the Filipino girl's phone number out of the car. He recalled the girl's healthy, wheat-colored complexion and exposed waistcoat line.

After thinking about it, Tang Song casually threw it in the storage box.

It's not easy for international students to go abroad. A warm-hearted person like him just can't bear to see girls suffer.

If I remember correctly, he did have two trading companies in Philadelphia, and he could arrange for her to work part-time.

Driving a sports car and carelessly driving on the highway, Tang and Song even seemed to have a much younger mentality. His five fingers on the car door were beating like a piano.

The true energy in his body surged like a great river, opening up some meridians that were originally invisible.

Coming out of Philadelphia, you can see many people on both sides of the road asking for rides. Some are holding signs, and some are giving a thumbs up. This is a common gesture for asking for rides on federal highways.

However, when the sports cars of the Tang and Song Dynasties passed by, all these people put down the signs in their hands and put their thumbs down.

A sports car worth millions of dollars just for its appearance is like a threshold that keeps ordinary people away.

All people are born equal, but money, power, and status divide people into three, six or nine levels.

"Um?"

Tang Song lightly stepped on the brakes and looked in the rearview mirror of the sports car to see a figure on the roadside, feeling a little surprised.

When his spiritual consciousness came into contact with this person, it was as if it came into contact with a black hole and was swallowed up!

"interesting!"

Tang Song reversed the sports car and stopped beside the man who was about to hitchhike on the roadside. He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

There is a little girl wearing a gray hoodie, jeans, and canvas shoes. The hood covers most of her face, but she looks younger than Goo Ja-yoon.

Tang Song probed his spiritual consciousness towards the girl in the hoodie. As soon as his spiritual consciousness came into contact with the girl in the hoodie, it suddenly seemed as if the pebbles had fallen into a bottomless pit and disappeared without even making a sound.

Without a trace.

What's going on.

This was the first time that the Tang and Song dynasties encountered this strange situation. Even when the dark wizard opened the hell passage, his spiritual consciousness could overlook the hell dimension through the hell passage.

Is this girl more special than the hell dimension?

Thinking of this, Tang Song showed a kind smile at the right time and looked at the little girl in front of him: "Do you want a ride? Where are you going?"

The little naughty girl looked at the luxury car in front of her and the handsome Chinese man in the luxury car at a loss. She just wanted to take a ride to the next town.

"I, I" looked at the gentle smile on Tang Song's handsome face in the car, and the little naughty boy felt a little confused.

"I don't know where I'm going?"

When Tang Song saw this little girl, her voice was almost crying, and he knew that she was either taken from an orphanage or a little girl who ran away from home.

There is a high probability that it is the latter.

"Get in the car first!"

Tang Song had a gentle smile on his face, and in his voice he used some of the little tricks that the male cultivators of the Hehuan Sect used to deceive ladies.

This little magic makes his voice more approachable, making girls feel safe as soon as they hear it.

Coupled with his handsome face, for such an insecure little girl, it is simply a killer.

The little naughty boy just hesitated for a moment and then opened the door of the sports car.

When she stretched out her hand, Tang Song noticed that the little girl was wearing a pair of leather gloves on her hands, all the way to her elbows.

"Fasten your seat belt!"

Seeing that the little girl was doing her job, Tang Song unfastened his seat belt and leaned over to fasten her seat belt.

The little girl seemed to be frightened, shrinking her body desperately to avoid contact with Tang Song.

Tang Song casually fastened the seat belt on her, returned to the driver's seat naturally, fastened the seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, and the sports car ejected with a buzzing sound.

"Where are you going?"

As the sports car drove on the road, Tang Song asked the little girl.

"Hello, just put me in the small town in front!" The little naughty boy was riding in this kind of open-top sports car for the first time, and his eyes looked around the sports car from time to time.

"My name is Tang Song. Are you running away from home, little girl?"

While driving, Tang Song used his true energy, spiritual consciousness, and some magic to quietly explore the magic of this little girl.

Like the spiritual sense, the true essence was also absorbed by the little girl when it came into contact with her.

However, Tang Song tried it in a different way. He used his true energy to simulate a transparent wind blade. When the little girl wasn't paying attention, the wind blade was mixed with the wind blowing from the roar of the sports car.

Cut off a piece of her hair.

Obviously, this little girl cannot absorb this kind of magical attack.

Of course, the little naughty boy was completely unaware of all this.

"Hello, my name is Mary, and my friends all call me Naughty." When mentioning his friends, Naughty's face flashed with happiness, and then the joy on his face dimmed, and he added: "My former friends, now I

No more friends!"

Little naughty, it turns out to be her!

After hearing the girl's self-introduction, Tang Song understood why his spiritual consciousness had failed on her.

He knew that this little naughty girl was a mutant. Her mutant ability was to absorb other people's abilities and vitality through contact.

This ability is useless in that it can only be used through skin contact, and this little girl does not seem to have full control of her power.

In order to avoid hurting others, she wrapped herself tightly like a rice dumpling.

"I'm not running away from home, I, I just came out to relax...!" The little naughty bit his lip, wanting his parents, his eye circles were a little red, and he tried not to cry.

She has just run away from home a few days ago, and she is not the homeless girl in the plot who is bold enough to hide in a stranger's truck.

Even though her mutant abilities can protect herself, she is only a high school student after all.

"No place to go?" Tang Song glanced at her and noticed her expression.

"If it's a domestic dispute, I can help you contact the police!"

Although Tang and Song vaguely remembered the whole story of the little naughty boy running away from home, it seemed that he accidentally hurt his friend because he failed to master his mutant ability.

However, his current identity is that of a well-meaning passing driver, and he talks too much, which actually scares the little girl.

"No, thank you!" The little naughty girl shook her head and declined Tang Song's kindness. She looked at Tang Song's hand that stretched out the car window, and subconsciously touched her own gloves, with a trace of envy in her eyes.

"The fun of riding in a convertible is to put your hands out the window and embrace the wind outside. You can take off your gloves and try it. It feels pretty good!"

Tang Song said and stretched out his arms out the window in a demonstrative manner.

The little naughty boy glanced at Tang Song, carefully put his left glove on, imitating Tang Song's approach, and extended his hand out of the car.

The wind blew on her arms, and she grabbed it hard, but it slipped through her fingers. This feeling made the little naughty girl's depressed mood dissipate a lot.

"Are you Chinese? You are so young but you drive such an expensive luxury car. What do you do, second generation rich?"

The little naughty boy who was in a better mood soon started chatting with Tang Song.

"Me, I am his father, the second generation rich man, the first rich man, I do some investment business in New York..."

How could a little girl who was no longer in high school have such a thoughtful mind? She was soon amused by some of Tang and Song's jokes, making her laugh non-stop, and the relationship between the two also became closer.

"How old are you? Are you going to keep wandering like this? If you really don't want to go home, why don't you come back to New York with me and I'll find you a part-time job. At least you can support yourself!"

Tang Song held the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out his hand through the little naughty hood, and rubbed her head.

The little naughty girl subconsciously wanted to avoid it, not that she was disgusted with Tang and Song Dynasty.

For an ordinary federal high school girl, a handsome guy like Tang Song, rich in wealth, who can drive a luxury car with one hand, is simply the prince charming of his dreams.

The reason why Little Naughty wants to hide is because she is afraid that her ability will hurt this friend she has just met.

Before she could escape, Tang Song's hand was already rubbing her head.

"Don't worry, I won't sell you out!"

Tang Song's voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and the little naughty boy agreed in a daze for some reason.

When she came to her senses, the sports car had arrived at the Federation.

"Where are we going?" The little naughty boy looked at the tall buildings around him and asked with some confusion.

"I'm going to a cocktail party, what do you think? Are you interested in joining in the fun?" Tang Song said with a smile.

The little naughty boy subconsciously looked at his hands and shook his head in depression.

After the car entered downtown Washington, facing the bustling crowd, she subconsciously put her gloves back on.

(I'm sorry, brothers, 4000 first. I'll stay up all night tonight. I have to figure out how to write this double assassination)

(End of chapter)