When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

America, poor neighborhood of Brooklyn.

Ronald Tang was carrying a backpack and used the key to open the door of his house expressionlessly.

Damn it! If I had known better, I shouldn’t have agreed on a pick-up point so far away from home! Lost again!

How much gas money is lost!

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

Especially after purchasing Nutrient Express from Brother Fei, his emergency fund was at its lowest point. Although he still had savings for daily life, he was not very wealthy and could not afford to waste it.

Besides, he doesn't have any tasks to do except the "big job" at hand, which looks very dangerous and requires him to go to the ruins of South America to get something, which means he is not getting paid at the moment.

Since many of the tasks in which "supernatural events" occurred that were recorded on the forum were almost safe or even safe for him, Old Tang's first choice for accepting tasks was this type. It was not only safe, but also had high rewards and a high completion rate. The effect is not bad.

The only problem is that even on the hunter website, there are not many "supernatural missions" that look very weird at first glance. There are other hunters who will compete with him, so he can't live entirely on "supernatural missions", and occasionally I have to take on other small tasks to survive.

Fortunately, although the "big job" he has now is for a ruins, according to the information given by the employer, it can also be regarded as a "supernatural mission". It is said that the ruins are very evil, but as long as they can bring out the contents and send them to the employer , then you can get an extremely generous reward.

This reward is so generous that it is so enviable that even a coward like Old Tang can't help but be tempted.

For this mission, he specially spent 20,000 US dollars from a big shot he met in the interstellar world to buy a potion that could save lives at critical moments.

Unexpectedly, the boss was so kind-hearted that he bought one and got one free and gave him two!

As a Chinese-American living in a "foreign country", Old Tang felt the warmth he had not seen for a long time.

Today, the multinational hunter logistics company that transported the medicine notified him that the items had arrived at the designated point, and he immediately drove to pick them up. As a result, because he carefully set the pick-up point far away from his home, he was confused when he went there and when he returned home. be lost……

But thinking on the bright side, if he walked around in a maze like a maze when he came back, his whereabouts must be safe.

Opening MSN, he sent a message to Brother Fei to tell him that the items had been received. After paying the balance of the remaining US$10,000, Tang opened the package.

…

"Well, Xiaoqiang, my clothes should be fine, right? Is there anything inappropriate?"

At Lu Mingfei's home, he put on the regular clothes Su Xiaoqiang ordered for him. Lu Mingfei stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, then turned to Su Xiaoqiang and asked with some anxiety.

"Don't worry, I personally chose the shape for you. From my point of view, what's the problem?"

Although he spoke confidently, Su Xiaoqiang's gaze was like a focused laser scanning every detail of Lu Mingfei's body, as if he was smothering all minor problems in front of the mirror.

Lu Mingfei stood at attention calmly and breathed deliberately. After a few minutes, Su Xiaoqiang finally looked back, nodded and said: "There should be no problem, come here, I will adjust your collar again!"

Lu Mingfei took two steps forward, and Su Xiaoqiang also took two steps forward. She was very close to Lu Mingfei, less than twenty centimeters away. She stood on tiptoes to adjust the collar of his slim-fitting white casual short-sleeved shirt.

It was as if the scent of jasmine and roses in the forest penetrated Lu Mingfei's sense of smell, and the hair in front of Su Xiaoqiang's forehead gently rubbed his chin, tickling.

"alright!"

Su Xiaoqiang took a step back, looked Lu Mingfei up and down, and nodded with satisfaction.

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

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

"Wait a minute," Lu Mingfei stopped Su Xiaoqiang and said helplessly, "Don't just fix it for me, your own hair is messed up."

"Ah!" Su Xiaoqiang paused and turned around in panic, "Really?!"

"Well," Lu Mingfei nodded, "You ran too fast in the afternoon, your hair was messed up, and the band that tied the ponytail was a little loose. I helped you smooth the hair in the front. I thought you could fix the hair in the back by yourself. Comb it again.”

"I put on my clothes and came to see you as soon as I got back. I didn't even notice my hair," Su Xiaoqiang patted his forehead, "I'm so careless, my image..."

"It's just a little messy hair. You are so beautiful, it won't have much impact if your hair is messy."

Lu Mingfei consoled him.

"You'd better keep such a sweet mouth to please my dad," Su Xiaoqiang's hand unconsciously touched the ponytail hanging down from the back of his head, "Because for helping you, he is giving funds to his subordinates and owed favors to others. Yes, I’m afraid I have a lot of resentment towards you.”

"Just take it one step at a time. At worst, I will kneel down and recognize him as my adoptive father," Lu Mingfei said with a smile, "I just don't know if he is willing to accept me."

"you dare!"

Su Xiaoqiang bared her teeth.

"Just kidding."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand and walked to the bedroom.

"Why are you going? Aren't you leaving yet?"

Su Xiaoqiang was puzzled.

"You have plenty of time now. I have a comb in the bedroom to help you comb your hair."

Lu Ming is not the way.

"Can you do it? How about I do it myself?"

Su Xiaoqiang took two quick steps to follow Lu Mingfei.

"Believe me," Lu Mingfei said confidently, "Although I can't braid your hair, I can still comb it neatly for you."

Lu Mingfei opened the bedroom door, and Su Xiaoqiang smelled a faint woody fragrance.

Looking around the bedroom, Su Xiaoqiang saw the Yao Qin placed near the bedside. At this moment, Xiaotian was lying quietly on the carpet next to the table where the Yao Qin was placed.

"You practice piano in your bedroom? Don't you have a study room at home?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked curiously.

"I play for a while before going to bed every day. I'm too lazy to run between two rooms," Lu Mingfei explained, pointing to the chair, "Please sit down."

"I can't tell that your bedroom is quite clean," Su Xiaoqiang sat on a chair and looked around the bedroom and said, "In terms of cleanliness, it's almost as clean as my bedroom."

"Do you believe me if I say that Xiaotian helped me organize it?"

Lu Mingfei stood behind Su Xiaoqiang and took off the leather band from her hair. Xiao Tian, ​​who was beside the Yaoqin, raised his head.

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

Xiaotian's eyes widened, and his amber dog eyes with a slight golden sheen showed human emotions.

"I'll train it if I get the chance."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Xiaotian was stunned, his eyes quickly darkened, and he lay down quietly on the ground.

"So how's your piano practice going?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked curiously.

"The progress is going quite smoothly so far. How about I play a piece for you later?"

"Forget it now, don't go to my house too late," Su Xiaoqiang seemed a little moved, but still refused, "I'll come to your house in two days, and we'll talk about it then."

"good."

Lu Mingfei picked up the comb, inserted the dark red wooden comb into Su Xiaoqiang's smooth and reflective black hair, and slowly pulled it down. Occasionally, he encountered knotted hair and needed a little force to cut through it.

"Will it hurt?"

Lu Mingfei asked thoughtfully.

"It's okay, keep going."

Su Xiaoqiang said softly.

Lu Mingfei concentrated on straightening Su Xiaoqiang's long hair. Su Xiaoqiang lowered his head and looked at the tips of his shoes. Xiaotian lay quietly on the carpet, snoring slightly. The dim light of the evening came in, casting a layer of hazyness on everything in the room. The warm halo seemed to be embellished with a light golden edge.

The only sounds in the room were Xiao Tian's inconspicuous snoring, the soft rustle of a mahogany comb running through his hair, and two breathing sounds that almost merged together.