Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Holy Lord's Brother!

Chapter 106 Don’t Add Sugar to Coffee
"This." Dad glanced at Daolong next to him and snorted in dissatisfaction, "Dad will take A'long and the others to the magician's holy land to practice."

"After completing their training, Jackie Chan and the others will be able to gain a certain grasp of the aura of justice. This way, they should be able to better face the Holy Lord."

"The Holy Land of Mages?" Sack rubbed his chin and said, "In that case, without further delay, I will return to report the situation here to my superiors. You should also prepare as soon as possible and head to the Holy Land!"

"I'll go with you!" Blake followed Sack, and the sheriff of District 11 followed closely behind.

As a result, Daolong was the only one in the tent, and he seemed a little out of place.

Daolong obviously noticed this as well and lightly tapped Xiaoyu's forehead with his finger.

As a faint light shone into Xiaoyu's forehead, she woke up from her coma.

Covering her still heavy head, Xiaoyu said dazedly, "Uncle Long, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel so tired?"

Jackie Chan said gently: "Xiaoyu, have you forgotten? It was you who resurrected us with the cat spell, so..."

“Oh, I remember now.”

Xiaoyu reacted and said suddenly, "Then what's going on now? Why are you all looking at me?"

"Because it's your turn to fulfill your promise and help me do something." Daolong took over.

Xiaoyu turned her head towards the voice and saw that it was Daolong. She lowered her head and thought for a long time before she said, "Okay, what do you want me to do for you?"

"No hurry, if you want to do this you need to go somewhere with me first."

"No, Xiaoyu can't leave with you!" As soon as Daolong finished speaking, Jackie Chan said firmly.

After all, Daolong is a black energy wizard, and they know nothing about Daolong's past and origin. It is impossible for Jackie Chan to let Daolong take Xiaoyu away.

Seeing this, Daolong was not anxious, but said: "If I really wanted to do something to this little rabbit, I only need to take her away quietly. Why would I bother to revive you again?"

"If you are really worried, you can cast righteousness magic on her to protect her."

"Besides, even if you really want to stop me from taking her away, it's actually unrealistic!"

At this point, Daolong's voice suddenly turned cold, and he waved the staff in his hand and said, "Gan, Wen, Cui, Shan!"

With a few whooshes, four dark killers emitting a dark aura appeared around them, holding weapons and surrounding everyone.

When Dad first saw Gan Wencui and the other two who appeared in front of him, he didn't care much.

Until the fourth dark killer named Shan appeared, the strong demonic energy he carried instantly frightened the old man.

Especially after seeing the mountain's appearance clearly, the old man exclaimed in disbelief: "It's him, the follower of the mountain demon Bogang (Bo Xun)!"

"So it was you who took Bo Gang's family away. No wonder I always felt your aura was so familiar."

"That's right," Daolong said proudly, "So you should understand now that if I want to take her away, you will definitely not be able to stop me in your current state."

"So what, I am absolutely"

"Okay, Uncle Long, I will follow Daolong. I believe in Daolong." Xiaoyu interrupted Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan suddenly became anxious and quickly held Xiaoyu's shoulders, saying worriedly: "But Xiaoyu, your parents asked me to take good care of you."

"And I've already broken my promise once. If something happens to you again, how am I going to explain it to them?"

"It's okay. I still have dad and uncle. I believe their magic will protect me." Xiaoyu looked at dad and Qingcang with a smile.

Jackie Chan also looked at his father anxiously, as if he wanted his father to help him persuade him. Noticing Jackie Chan's anxious look, his father sighed and pushed Jackie Chan away, muttering a few spells in his mouth and implanting a special spell into Xiaoyu's body.

Qing Cang, who was standing by, did the same thing when he saw this.

Rubbing Xiaoyu's head, the old man instructed: "The magic that your uncle and I have planted can protect you from the erosion of evil. If Daolong really wants to do something to you, we will sense it immediately."

"Well, thank you, Dad, and Uncle!" Xiaoyu nodded, her eyes very calm.

Seeing the calmness in Xiaoyu's eyes, everyone seemed to understand something at this moment.

From the moment the cat talisman divided Xiaoyu's lifespan between them, the clever and quirky Xiaoyu died along with the past.

Jackie Chan said no more and silently took two steps back to make room for Xiaoyu to get out of bed.

Xiaoyu smiled and walked down the edge of the bed: "Thank you, Uncle Long!"

"Let's go, there's someone you'd never imagine waiting for us!"

Daolong raised his staff, and a light blue mist spewed out from the staff, gradually enveloping them.

A moment later, as Gan Wen, Cui Shan and the other three turned into a wisp of black gas and disappeared, Xiaoyu's figure also disappeared.

Seeing this, Jackie Chan walked to the corner and sat down alone, looking a little lonely.

Lasu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he walked over to sit next to Jackie Chan, put his arm around his shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, Jackie Chan. That little girl has always had good luck, hasn't she?"

Hearing this, Jackie Chan recalled the past few months he had spent with Xiaoyu. As Lasu said, it seemed that every time Xiaoyu faced danger, she was always able to escape danger.

And this time, it was the cat talisman brought by Xiaoyu that saved them. It seemed that Xiaoyu could do well without him worrying too much.

After thinking it over, Jackie Chan raised his head and said, "You're right, I should have believed Xiaoyu."

"That's right, this is the Jackie Chan I know!" Lasu slapped Jackie Chan on the back, almost giving him a stitch in the side.

Dad raised his glasses and urged, "Okay, Jackie Chan, go ask Blake to arrange a plane for us. We're going back to San Francisco now."

"Dad needs to prepare some things for the trip to the Holy Land. We can't neglect the saints there!"

"I understand, Dad. I'll go find Blake right away." Jackie Chan stood up and walked out of the tent.

Not long after, two helicopters landed outside the tent with their propellers turning "da da da".

After everyone got on the helicopter, they flew non-stop to San Francisco and finally arrived before sunset.

Walking into this small antique shop and looking at the unchanging decoration inside, Jackie Chan felt as if he hadn't seen it for a long time.

Perhaps because he had died once, Jackie Chan felt particularly at home facing these antiques again.

However, this intimacy was soon interrupted by Dad's continuous shouting.

"Jackie Chan, go make Dad a cup of coffee, and that big guy, go make Dad an edamame sandwich. Dad hasn't eaten in a long time!"

"Everyone else, don't just stand there. Come and help Dad organize the books. Dad wants to take all the useful magic books to the Holy Land!"

"And one more thing!"

"No sugar in Daddy's coffee!"

(End of this chapter)