Shocked: After time travel, I actually became the king of the magic time

"That's fine."

Satisfied with the content in the history book, Xiaoyu put down the pen.

At this time, the history book also emits powerful time fluctuations, which are exactly the same as the fluctuations emitted by the Lord after rewriting the content of the history books when Lin Feng came here last time.

And under this force, the world ruled by demons gradually returned to its original state.

"Oh, the Lord has become a sculpture."

As time fluctuations began to rapidly transform the world, the content written in the history books also began to become real history.

The holy master who was trapped outside by Lin Feng also turned into a round sculpture.

Under Lin Feng's thoughts, the space that trapped the Holy Master slowly compressed, and finally became the size of a palm, and the sculpture of the Holy Master inside also shrank along with the space, and finally flew across the space into Lin Feng's hands.

"You can't be gone, I still point to your usefulness."

Looking at the miniature sculpture of the Holy Master in his hand, Lin Feng said with a smile, and then put it in his pocket.

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Outside Papa's Antiques.

After a whirlwind, Xiaoyu and Lin Feng appeared here, and Lin Feng properly reached out to catch Xiaoyu who was a little dizzy.

"Ah, this is Dad's antique shop, it's all changed back."

Looking at the familiar environment in front of her, Xiaoyu said in surprise.

He took Lin Feng to the antique shop and rang the doorbell.

"Jackie Chan, a guest is coming, go and open the door."

Even outside, I could clearly hear my father's familiar voice, and soon the door opened.

Looking at Xiaoyu Jackie Chan in front of him, he was taken aback for a moment, then squatted down and opened his arms.

"Welcome back Xiaoyu, and thank you for everything you have done for me."

"Oh Uncle Long."

Xiaoyu also jumped into Jackie Chan's arms excitedly, and she was also very happy to see Jackie Chan recovering.

It seems that the memory of when Jackie Chan was ruled by the devil is still there. Lin Feng guessed that it might be because Jackie Chan was also next to the time history book at that time.

But other ordinary people are still the same as before. They don't remember that they have ever experienced another world, a world ruled by demons.

"Jackie Chan, you haven't invited the guests in yet."

Seeing that Jackie Chan didn't move, the old man said.

"Oh, by the way, and this Mr. Lin Feng, thank you for saving my niece and us."

Jackie Chan, whose memory has not been erased, naturally recognizes Lin Feng, and knows that it was Lin Feng who defeated the demon and saved everything.

"It's nothing, it's just a little effort."

Dad's antique shop looks very retro, and Tru is cleaning it carefully with a broom, but it looks very tidy.

"Oh, it turned out that Xiaoyu came back, and my father thought he was here for business."

Seeing Xiaoyu's father following Jackie Chan, he immediately lost interest. As for Lin Feng's father, he didn't care. Young people like Lin Feng generally don't like to collect his old things.

"Father and the others don't seem to know what happened."

Looking at the same old father and Tru Xiaoyu who hadn't changed before, he said to Jackie Chan.

"That's right, they seem to have forgotten that the Holy Master changed the history books. Oh, by the way, what about the Holy Master, I remember you didn't kill him, did you? Did it get sealed back again?"

Jackie Chan took Xiaoyu into the antique shop and found a place to sit down, and Lin Feng also found a place to sit down.

Jackie Chan also remembered what he saw in the history books. In the end, Lin Feng did not kill the Holy Master.

"No, the Holy Master has not been sealed back, he is here now."

Lin Feng took out the shrunken sculpture from his pocket, and then removed the power of space surrounding the sculpture.

Curiously taking the shrunken sculpture from Lin Feng, Jackie Chan immediately recognized that it was the Holy Master, because he had seen the Holy Lord turned into a sculpture before, but it was not as miniature as it is now.

"The holy master has become a sculpture again, but why is it so small."

Looking over and over at the sculpture in his hand, Jackie Chan said curiously.

And as Lin Feng removed the space seal he left on the sculpture, the consciousness of the Holy Master also slowly awakened.

The two eyes on the head of the Holy Lord in the center of the sculpture emit blood-red light, and the voice of the Holy Lord also rang out.

"Damn Jackie Chan, why did my body change back to this look?"

"what."

Looking at the sculpture Jackie Chan who spoke suddenly in his hand, he shook his hand and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the quality of the sculpture was good and it did not break.

"Oh, Dad feels the evil spirit of the Holy Master."

With the revival of the Holy Master's consciousness, the old man's screams also sounded. He kept walking around the store with a puffer fish with green eyes, and finally stopped at Lin Feng to stare at the puffer fish that fell to the ground. sculpture.

"Oh, the dragon is still alive."

Picking up the sculpture of the Holy Master, the old man helped his reading glasses and said.

"True, hurry up and make tea for Dad, Dad is now looking for the spell to seal the Holy Lord."

"Old guy, how dare you."

The red light in Shengzhu's eyes became even brighter when he heard what his father said.

"Jackie Chan, send it to the thirteenth district first, and don't be escaped by the Holy Lord before Dad finds the spell."

He stretched out his finger and tapped on Jackie Chan's head, and the father handed the sculpture to Jackie Chan again, then turned around and went into the back room to read his magic book.

"Leave it to me, I still have some use for keeping the Holy Master."

Lin Feng said that he had to rely on the Holy Lord to find the mask in the Holy Lord's palace.

"Okay, the words I want to give to you are much safer than the thirteenth district."

Jackie Chan also returned the sculpture of the Holy Lord to Lin Feng. He had seen Lin Feng's strength before. Even if the Holy Lord was resurrected, he could easily suppress him, and he was indeed much stronger than the thirteenth district.

However, Lin Feng still can't laugh or cry when he compares himself with the [-]th district. Of course, he knows the [-]th district. It is a special department under the jurisdiction of Sergeant Black.

However, even Jackie Chan's niece can't guard against this special department. Xiaoyu can enter and exit at will, and can steal spells to play. In Lin Feng's opinion, the security of this special department is really poor.

"Okay, since Xiaoyu has sent it back, I should go too, I still have something to deal with here."

Putting the Holy Lord back into his pocket, Lin Feng planned to start looking for the mask of the Shadow Corps. All he could remember now was that the Holy Lord had one.

"Okay, thank you again for your help Mr. Lin Feng, if you need help, you can call me."

Jackie Chan took out his business card and handed it to Lin Feng, and said sincerely.

"Oh Uncle Feng, are you leaving? Can I go play with you? I'm a T girl now."

Xiaoyu looked at Lin Feng and said.

"No Xiaoyu, you still have class tomorrow."

Jackie Chan seriously dismissed Xiaoyu's thoughts.

"Haha, Xiaoyu, who will come to see you when I finish my work, the power of the spell will stay with you first."

Smiling and shaking his head, Lin Feng bid farewell to Jackie Chan and the others and left Papa's antique shop.

"Ah, a spell? Xiaoyu, how do you have the power of a spell?"

When Jackie Chan heard Lin Feng, he also turned and looked behind him, but Xiaoyu who was behind him had long since disappeared.