I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 68
Poor neighborhoods in Brooklyn, USA.

Ronald Tang was carrying a backpack and turned the door with a key expressionlessly.

TMD!If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have agreed to a pickup point so far away from home!Lost again!
How much gas did it cost!
Thinking about the gasoline wasted by himself, Old Tang was heartbroken.

Especially after buying the Nutrition Express from Brother Fei, his emergency treasury for emergency use has bottomed out. Although he still has savings for daily life, he is not very rich and cannot afford to waste it.

Besides, he doesn't have any tasks to do now except the "big job" that looks very dangerous and needs to go to the ruins in South America to get things, which means that he is currently unpaid.

Since many of the quests recorded on the forum that would have "spiritual events" happened to him without danger, or even without danger, Lao Tang's first choice for quests was this type. The effect is good.

The only problem is that even on the Hunter website, there are not many "spiritual tasks" that look weird at first glance, and other hunters will compete with him, so he can't completely rely on "spiritual tasks" to live, and occasionally Gotta get on with other small tasks to get through.

Fortunately, although the "big job" he is currently working on is a relic, according to the information given by the employer, it can be regarded as a "spiritual task". It is said that this relic is very evil, but as long as they can bring the contents out and send it to the employer , you can get a very handsome reward.

This reward is so rich that it makes people jealous, even a coward like Old Tang can't help but be moved.

For this mission, he specially bought a potion that could save lives at a critical moment from a big guy he knew in the interstellar space for $[-].

In the end, he didn't expect the big guy to be kind and kind, so he bought one for one and gave him two!
As a Chinese-American, living in a "foreign country", Lao Tang felt a long-lost warmth.

Today, the multinational hunter logistics company that delivered the medicine notified him that the goods had arrived at the designated point, and he immediately drove to pick up the goods. As a result, the pick-up point was carefully set up far away from home. be lost……

But on the bright side, when he came back, he went around in a daze like walking a labyrinth for a few times, and his whereabouts must be safe.

Open MSN, send a message to Fei Ge to tell him that the item has been received, and send the balance of the remaining $[-], and Lao Tang opens the package he got back.

……

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

At Lu Mingfei's home, he changed into the uniform that Su Xiaoqian had ordered for him. Lu Mingfei stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, then turned his head and asked Su Xiaoqian a little nervously.

"Don't worry, I chose the shape for you myself, what else could be wrong in my eyes!"

Although his mouth is confident, Su Xiaoqing's eyes are like a focused laser sweeping back and forth over every detail on Lu Mingfei's body.

Lu Mingfei stood upright, and his breathing was deliberately light. After several minutes, Su Xiaoqian took back his eyes and nodded: "There should be no problem, come here, and I will fix your collar for you!"

Lu Mingfei took two steps forward, and Su Xiaoqian also took two steps forward, facing Lu Mingfei very close to each other, only less than [-] centimeters away, and stood on tiptoe to straighten the collar of his slim-fitting white casual short-sleeved shirt.

As if the scent of jasmine and roses in the forest penetrated Lu Mingfei's sense of smell, the hair in front of Su Xiaoqing's forehead gently rubbed against his chin, itching.

"All right!"

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

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

"Ah!" Su Xiaoqian stopped and turned around in panic, "Really?!"

"Yeah," Lu Mingfei nodded, "You ran too fast in the afternoon, your hair was messed up, and the ponytail was a little loose. I smoothed the front hair for you. I thought you would go back to the back. Brush again."

"I changed my clothes and came to see you as soon as I got back, I didn't notice my hair at all," Su Xiaoqian patted his forehead, "I'm careless, my image..."

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

Lu Mingfei comforted.

"You should keep such a sweet mouth to please my dad," Su Xiaoqing unconsciously stroked the ponytail that fell behind his head, "Because of helping you, he is funding his subordinates and owes others favors. Yes, I'm afraid I have a lot of resentment towards you."

"Take a step and see, the big deal is that I will kneel down and recognize him as a foster father," Lu Mingfei said with a smile, "I just don't know if he is willing to accept me."

"you dare!"

Su Xiaoqian bared his teeth.

"Just kidding."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand and walked to the bedroom.

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

Su Xiaoqian was puzzled.

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

Lu Ming is not right.

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

Su Xiaoqian took two quick steps to keep up with Lu Mingfei.

"Trust me," Lu Ming said to himself, "Although I can't braid, I can still comb it neatly for you."

Lu Mingfei unscrewed the bedroom door, and Su Xiaoqian seemed to ask a faint woody scent.

Looking around in the bedroom, Su Xiaoqian saw the Yaoqin placed near the head of the bed. At this moment, Xiaotian was quietly lying on the carpet beside the table where the Yaoqin was placed.

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

Su Xiaoqian said curiously.

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

"I can't see that your bedroom is quite clean," Su Xiaoqing said while sitting on a chair, looking around the bedroom, "In terms of cleanliness, it's almost as clean as my bedroom."

"Do you believe that Xiaotian helped me sort it out?"

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

"Believe it, why don't you believe it?" Su Xiaoqian covered his mouth and smiled, "I will believe it when you tell me that Xiaotian will cook for you in the future."

Xiaotian stared at the dog's eyes, and the amber dog's eyes with a slight golden luster showed a humanized emotion.

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

Lu Mingfei laughed.

Xiao Tian was stunned for a moment, his eyes quickly darkened, and he quietly fell back to the ground.

"Then how is your piano practice?"

Su Xiaoqian said curiously.

"The progress is going well so far, why don't I play it for you later?"

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

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei picked up the comb, inserted the crimson-painted wooden comb into Su Xiaoqing's smooth and reflective black hair, and slowly pulled it down. Occasionally, he encountered tangled hair, and it took a little force to stroke it.

"Will it hurt?"

Lu Mingfei asked thoughtfully.

"It's alright, let's continue."

Su Xiaoqian said softly.

Lu Mingfei concentrated on straightening Su Xiaoqing's long hair, Su Xiaoqing looked down at the toes of his shoes, Xiaotian lay quietly on the carpet, snoring slightly, the dim light in the evening came in, casting a haze on everything in the room The warm halo of , like a light gold border.

In the room, there was only Xiaotian's indistinct snoring, the soft rustling of the mahogany comb through his hair, and the sound of two breaths that almost merged together.

(End of this chapter)