Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Under the sunset.

The sunset opens up the road to heaven, and at the end of the road is the way home.

Cheng Yong hummed a little song and drove the car leisurely, with the corner of his mouth raised.

"You have big eyes..."

"I think about it every day..."

"unconsciously……"

Although it didn't sound very nice, Yun Qiu still gave him a polite smile.

The blush of the setting sun shines on Cheng Yong's face, and the tall buildings vaguely visible in the distance also symbolize the journey and arrival at the stop...

Buzz——

Driving through the streets, you will see many characteristic ancient buildings dotted in every corner of the city. Tang and Han costumes can be seen everywhere, making you dream back to the Tang Dynasty.

A city not inferior to Chang'an,

The ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, the divine capital...

In front of a high-end residential complex, a few large golden characters were written on the luxurious entrance:

——Shendu Wangting

Cheng Yong clicked his tongue, it was a bit too ostentatious, but after thinking about his father's taste, it all seemed reasonable.

Just as the two were about to go in, a man dressed in a lofty style walked up and asked politely, "Sir, are you a resident here?"

Cheng Yong was a little confused and glanced at the man in front of him. He saw the golden white uniform, the iconic hat and... white gloves?

This should be a security guard, right?

The man who thought Cheng Yong didn't understand asked again:

“Are you a resident here, Sir?” (English)

Monsieur, vous êtes résident ici? (French)

…

From Cheng Yong's perspective, the man babbled out a lot of words, but luckily he understood the first sentence in English and quickly interrupted, "My home is right here..."

At this time, a man in a suit and leather shoes drove over in a car, quickly opened the door, and said respectfully, "Master Cheng, I have asked me to pick you up."

"Oh, oh, oh," Cheng Yong responded subconsciously, and he didn't relax until he entered the community.

Are today's security guards so... dicks?

In the community, that was really a stab in the ass and an eye-opener.

Luxurious independent villas stand one after another, and a million-dollar luxury car may be parked in any corner. What is even more unacceptable is that in the center of the community, there is a giant artificial lake...

The simple and unpretentious life of the rich.

Along the way, Cheng Yong walked over with his eyes wide open.

It seems...I am still too low-key...

Looking around, Yunqiu narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, "The land of luck..."

Dusk falls.

Several people also entered a villa, which was magnificent and majestic...

In Cheng Yong's words, it can be described in one word... money.

"Dad, I'm back," Cheng Yong shouted at the top of his lungs, with an expression as arrogant as any.

His father, Cheng Dafu, was a real estate tycoon as his name suggests. He raised Cheng Yong in poverty for eighteen years. It was not until the end of the college entrance examination that he told Cheng Yong the fact that his family had no shortage of small goals.

At that moment, Cheng Yong directly lost his life goal, feeling helpless, hesitant, and confused...

If he hadn't awakened his ancestor, he might have continued to fall. Fortunately, he didn't sink too deep.

"Ahem, your kid is finally back..."

A weak voice came, as if he was about to die in the next moment, and then, a thin man came into the sight of several people.

"Dad?"

Cheng Yong's expression changed and he quickly ran forward to check on his father's physical condition. The two of them had a phone call when the scores for the college entrance examination were announced. It had only been a few days, but my father seemed to be a different person.

Yun Qiu observed the surroundings carefully. From the moment he entered the house, he vaguely felt that there was a sinister aura affecting the luck around him, and this kind of thing definitely did not belong here...

Here, Cheng Yong put his hand on his father's back, and a little light emerged from his palm, injecting vitality into him and checking his physical condition.

Suddenly, Cheng Yong's face darkened and he said coldly, "Dad, have you offended some people recently?"

"No, cough, cough," Cheng Dafu said weakly.

"If you think about it carefully, did you have any friction with others?" Cheng Yong continued to ask, because he clearly felt a trace of evil energy in his father's body.

Cheng Dafu began to think about what happened in recent days. Suddenly, a name flashed in his mind, Huang's Group.

He slowly said, "I had some friction with a company, it seems to be called Huang Group, but it was all about business...ahem...why do you ask?"

At this time, Yun Qiu came over with a small bluestone Buddha statue, a smiling Buddha with a sinister expression on his face.

"Eh? Isn't this what Huang Mao gave it to me? You..." Cheng Dafu was a little surprised that his son, whom he hadn't seen for several years, felt like a different person.

Yellow hair? Taboo words.

Cheng Yong thought of some bad things again. Since ancient times, the Huangmao family has been close, and all the old and new hatreds have been attributed to Huangmao.

Cheng Yong and Yun Qiu looked at each other.

"Please...Brother Qiu," Cheng Yong said.

Hearing this, Yun Qiu smiled and without hesitation, a green magic circle appeared in Cheng Dafu's shocked eyes, instantly covering Cheng Dafu.

"Fuck! Fuck..."

Cheng Dafu had never seen such a scene before, and he immediately said countless "fuck"s.

He is just a businessman with countless small goals. In the final analysis, he is an ordinary person with ideals, and he seems so weak in the face of this "truth".

I saw the magic circle rising slowly, and countless green light spots appeared around the room, quickly pouring into Cheng Dafu's body.

"Humph~-Humph~~"

A humiliating voice came out, and then a touch of rosy color began to appear on Cheng Dafu's pale face. The bloodshot eyes still slowly faded away, and his overall complexion recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the magic circle turned into spiritual light and dissipated. Except for Cheng Dafu's original straight beer belly, there was nothing wrong with him.

At this time, Cheng Dafu was still in shock. Was that a spell just now?

No, no, this is the 21st century, why am I still superstitious? This must be an illusion.

Wait, illusion seems to be quite unreasonable...

"Dad, how are you feeling now?" Cheng Yong asked eagerly from the side.

Cheng Dafu finally calmed down a little.

Stretch your arms and kick your legs, yawn and chirp, first jump on the spot, and finally run the water in the toilet...

"Fuck, baby boy, your daddy is back again!"

Cheng Dafu shouted excitedly. He originally thought that he was about to die and wanted to call his son back to explain the funeral arrangements and entrust the family business to his son. But now it seems...

Wherever he can stay cool, I can still point out the world!

Seeing his father looking lively and energetic, Cheng Yong felt relieved and smiled unconsciously.

I have no choice but to pamper my own father...