I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

　　 America, the poor neighborhood of Brooklyn.

　　 Ronald Tang carried a backpack and used the key to open the door with a blank expression on his face.

　　TMD! I knew I shouldn't have agreed to the pickup point so far away from home! Lost again!

　　 How much gas has to be lost!

　　 Thinking about the gasoline he wasted, Old Tang was heartbroken.

　　Especially after purchasing Nutrition Express from Fei Ge, his emergency treasury has bottomed out. Although he still has savings for his daily life, he is not very wealthy and cannot afford to be wasted.

　　 Besides, he now has no tasks to do other than the "big job" that is dangerous to look at and needs to go to the ruins in South America, which means he is currently unpaid.

Since many of the missions that have "spiritual events" recorded on the forums are not dangerous, or even riskless, Lao Tang’s first choice for receiving tasks is this type. It is not only safe, but also highly rewarding, with a low completion rate. The effect is good.

The only problem is that even on the hunter website, there are not many "spiritual missions" that look weird at first glance. There are other hunters who will compete with him, so he can't live entirely on "spiritual missions", occasionally. Have to pick up other small tasks to get by.

Fortunately, although the "big job" he has on hand is a relic, it is considered a "spiritual task" according to the information given by the employer. It is said that this relic is very evil, but as long as they can take the contents out and send it to the employer , Then you can get a very generous reward.

　　 The reward is so generous that it is really jealous, even if Tang is like a counselor, he can't help but be moved.

　　 For this mission, he specially bought a potion that can save lives at a critical moment from a big guy he knew in the interstellar for US$20,000.

　　 In the end, I didn’t expect the big guy to be kind, so he bought one get one free and gave him two!

　　As a Chinese-American, living in a "foreign country", Old Tang felt the warmth that he had missed for a long time.

Today, the multinational hunter logistics company that transported the medicine informed him that the goods arrived at the designated point, and he drove to pick it up immediately. As a result, he carefully set the pick-up point far away from home, both when he went and when he returned home. be lost……

　　 But for the better, when he came back, he went around in a maze like a maze, and his whereabouts must be safe.

　　 Opened MSN, and sent a message to Fei Ge to tell him that the things were already in hand, and sent the remaining ten thousand dollars to the balance, and Old Tang opened the package he took back.

　　……

　　 "Um, Xiaoxiao, my clothes should be fine, right? Is there anything inappropriate?"

　　 At Lu Mingfei's home, he changed into the uniform that Su Xiaoyao gave him. Lu Mingfei stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, then turned his head and asked Su Xiaoyao in a nervous manner.

　　 "Don't worry, I personally picked the shape for you, what can be wrong with my eyes!"

　　Although he was confident in his mouth, Su Xiaoyao's gaze swept back and forth on Lu Mingfei's body like a focused laser to every detail, with a posture of stifling all small problems in front of the mirror.

　　 Lu Ming Fei Ning stood at attention, his breathing was deliberately lightened, after a few minutes, Su Xiaoyao retracted his gaze, nodded and said: "There should be no problem, come here, I will fix your collar again!"

　　 Lu Mingfei took two steps forward, and Su Xiaoyao also moved two steps forward, face to face with Lu Mingfei very close, less than twenty centimeters, tiptoe to tidy the collar of his slim white casual short-sleeved shirt.

　　The scent of jasmine and roses in the forest penetrated Lu Mingfei's sense of smell, and the hair on Su Xiaoyao's forehead gently rubbed his chin, itchy.

"All right!"

　　 Su Xiaoyao took a step back, looked up and down Lu Mingfei, and nodded in satisfaction.

　　 "Let's go! Uncle Li is still waiting for us downstairs!"

　　 Su Xiaoyao patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the door.

　　 "Wait," Lu Mingfei stopped Su Xiaoyao and said helplessly, "Don't just tidy it up for me, your own hair is messy."

　　 "Ah!" Su Xiaoyao paused, turning back like a fawn, "Really?!"

"Well," Lu Mingfei nodded, "You ran too fast this afternoon, your hair was messed up, and the ponytail belt was a little loose. I stroked the front hair for you. I thought you would go back for the back hair yourself. Recomb it."

　　 "I changed into my clothes and came to see you as soon as I went back. I didn't notice my hair at all," Su Xiaoyao patted his forehead, "It's careless, my image..."

　　 "It's just messy hair, you're so beautiful, and messy hair doesn't have much effect."

　　 Lu Ming is not comforting.

"You should keep your sweet mouth to please my dad," Su Xiaoyao's hand unconsciously stroked the ponytail that fell from the back of his head, "Because for helping you, he is giving money to his subordinates and owing favor to others. Yes, I’m afraid I’m sorry for you."

　　 "Let's take a step and take a step, the big deal is that I will kneel down and recognize him as a foster father," Lu Mingfei smiled, "I just don't know if he wants to accept me."

"you dare!"

　　 Su Xiaoyao bared his teeth.

　　 "Just kidding, kidding."

　　 Lu Mingfei waved his hand and walked to the bedroom.

　　 "Why are you going? Are you still going?"

　　 Su Xiaoyao puzzled.

　　 "There is plenty of time now. I have a comb in my bedroom. I will help you comb your hair."

　　 Lu Mingfeidao.

　　 "Will you do it? Or should I do it myself?"

　　 Su Xiaoyao walked two steps to keep up with Lu Mingfei.

　　 "Trust me," Lu Mingfei said, "Although I don't know how to braid, I can still tidy you up."

　　 Lu Mingfei unscrewed the bedroom door, Su Xiaoyao seemed to ask a faint woody fragrance.

　　 looked around in the bedroom, Su Xiaoyao saw the Yaoqin near the bed. At this moment, Xiaotian was lying quietly on the carpet next to the table where the Yaoqin was placed.

　　 "Do you practice piano in the bedroom? Does your home have a study room?"

　　 Su Xiaoyao curiously said.

　　 "I play for a while before going to bed every day, I don't bother to run between two rooms," Lu Mingfei explained, **** the chair, "Please sit down."

　　 "You can't tell that your bedroom is quite clean," Su Xiaoyao sat on a chair and looked around the bedroom and said, "In terms of cleanliness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ it is almost the same as my bedroom."

　　 "I want to say that Xiaotian helped me organize it, do you believe it?"

　　 Lu Mingfei stood behind Su Xiaoyao and took off the apron straps of her hair. Xiaotian next to Yaoqin raised his head.

　　 "Believe it and believe it, why don't you believe it?" Su Xiaoyao covered her mouth and smiled, "I believe it when you tell me that Xiaotian will cook for you someday."

　　 Xiaotian stared at the big dog's eyes, and a humane emotion was revealed in the amber dog's eyes with a little gold sheen.

　　 "I will train it if I have the opportunity."

　　 Lu Mingfei smiled.

　　 Xiaotian was taken aback, his eyes quickly darkened, and he quietly slumped back to the ground.

　　 "Then how is your piano practice?"

　　 Su Xiaoyao curiously said.

　　 "The progress is fairly smooth so far, should I play a paragraph for you later?"

　　 "Forget it now, don't go to my house anymore," Su Xiaoyao seemed to be a little moved, but still refused, "I will come to your house again in two days, and I'll talk at that time."

"good."

　　 Lu Mingfei picked up the comb, inserted the dark red-painted wooden comb into Su Xiaoyao's soft and reflective black hair, and slowly pulled it down, occasionally encountering tangled hair, which required a little effort to draw it down.

　　 "Will it hurt?"

　　 Lu Mingfei asked intimately.

　　 "It's okay, go ahead."

　　 Su Xiaoyao said softly.

Lu Mingfei concentrated on straightening out Su Xiaoyao’s long hair, Su Xiaoyao looked down at the toe of the shoe, Xiaotian quietly snorted on the carpet, and the dim light came in in the evening, covering everything in the room with a haze. The warm color halo, as if inlaid with a shallow gold border.

　　 In the room, there were only the unobvious snoring sound of howling the sky, the light rustle of the mahogany comb across the hair, and two breathing sounds that almost merged together.