Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 95 Ambassador for Racial Revival?

The girl's voice was tinged with disappointment, yet also with expectation, and she seemed indifferent to the answer.

This immediately brought Jackie Chan's thoughts back to ten months ago.

That day, he brought back a shield from the Bavarian castle.

On that same day, I gained a twelve-year-old niece.

He had no idea he had a niece. Having little experience with children, he awkwardly said to the cool girl with her arms crossed, "Hi, hello, my name is Jackie Chan."

This is the beginning of their intersection, and also the beginning of their fantastical journey.

The girl is clever, quirky, and has many strange and wonderful ideas.

Whenever there is a crisis, she can always miraculously turn the tide, whether it is the Saint Seiya slaying the evil dragon, the boost from the sheep-eating beast, the captain and first mate, the early discovery by the Lord's Holy Academy, or the rescue by the demon Pogon.

She seemed indispensable in every incredibly fantastical and dangerous event.

Xiaoyu seemed born to be involved in these things, even though there was always the risk of danger.

Of course, the girl's shortcomings don't stop there.

Only after becoming her guardian did he realize how mischievous children could be and how frequently parents needed to go to school.

He felt that his relationship with Ms. Hardman was probably about as familiar as that with her colleagues.

Xiaoyu bullied her classmate again.

Xiaoyu was talking in class again.

Xiaoyu hasn't done her homework again.

It's gotten even more outrageous lately.

Even Xiaoyu Huoshao has come out.

Still twice
It seems we can't entirely blame her, after all, he also came from that era.

Children's malice is always so undisguised; anything that makes them different from other classmates can become a target for bullying.

So, although I taught her that these things were wrong, I was never really angry.

After all, his father had taught him kung fu when he was young, and that's how he got through many things at school.
He's been in quite a few fights too, and apart from having better grades than Xiaoyu, he's no different from her.

As Jackie Chan thought about it, his eyes softened.

So much has happened this year.
"ok, I get it."

In the girl's voice, all other emotions disappeared, leaving only dejection.

Jackie Chan snapped out of his daze and tried to say something.

Two images of ruins immediately came to mind: the disaster in Japan and the post-disaster relief efforts in England.

Finally, the image of a giant dragon unleashing a dragon explosion at the girl is frozen in time.

Jackie Chan still didn't say anything.

However, although.

These things never happened when she was in the Dragon Kingdom.

It would be better for Xiaoyu to go home; at least in her previous life, she didn't face so many life-or-death crises.

Try to get up.

He felt a weakness in his muscles and tried to get up, but he still couldn't.

Unable to pat the girl's head, he could only sigh and say, "Xiaoyu, Uncle Long will take you out to play tomorrow."

"I don't want to go."

"How about we go to the amusement park and buy a giant moose plush toy?"

"Don't go."

Xiaoyu stared blankly outside, answering casually, her thoughts a jumble of emotions.

Although she had expected this, she still felt very disappointed when Uncle Long actually considered her a burden.

Jackie Chan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Get up and drink it."

Jackie Chan tried his best to look at his father, but he could only see his lower body.

He said weakly, "Dad, I can't get up."

The father, who had been pondering, snapped out of his thoughts and said with disdain, "How can you be so useless? Of the three of you, only Xiaoyu's talent is the only one that makes my life easier. A disobedient apprentice and a stupid nephew, how could I have ended up with both of you?"

Despite his disgusted expression, he still squatted down and fed Jackie Chan a bowl of dark medicine.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Tru's apology could be heard in the distance.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up for a moment on the sofa, but when she thought about how her parents had been called in a few days before the holiday, and how Jackie Chan didn't want to be with her at all, she became a little down again.

"Wow, Dad, it's so bitter."

"Bitter? Not as bitter as my father's life. Do you know how much this bowl of medicine cost my father? Really, the saying 'poor scholar, rich warrior' is absolutely true."

The old man made no attempt to hide his disdain.

Jackie Chan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I'll pay."

The old man glanced at him and said, "That bowl costs eight thousand US dollars, and you only need one bowl every three days. Here you go."

"Hiss~ Huh? This."

Jackie Chan was shocked and immediately stood up, staring incredulously at the bowl in his father's hand: "So expensive?"

But then he noticed another problem: "Hmm? My muscles aren't sore anymore?"

Bang! Ouch~
The old man put his index and middle fingers together and flicked them at Jackie Chan's forehead.

"You think it's too expensive? If you think it's too expensive, then don't waste the medicine. Go add water yourself and continue."

"Oh, okay, Dad." Jackie Chan rubbed his forehead, feeling incredibly light all over.

I couldn't help but jump up and down a couple of times.

He was somewhat surprised: "Dad, has the magic of these lead blocks worn off? Why do I feel like they're not so heavy anymore?"

"Do you really think medicine that your old man considers worth eight thousand yuan wouldn't work?" The old man frowned. "Why haven't you gone yet?"

"I'll go right now, I'll go right now."

Jackie Chan grabbed a basin and ran quickly to the kitchen to fill it with water.

The old man looked at the water stains on the floor with some disgust: "Tru, come over after you've finished preparing the medicine and mop the floor."

"Yes, sir, I'm coming right away."

Having received a response, the old man felt a little better. His own magical equipment didn't even cost more than eight thousand, yet this bowl of medicine cost eight thousand.
However, there's no way around it. According to the body cultivation inheritance given by Lope, Jackie Chan has already passed the optimal age for cultivation. He can only rely on powerful elixirs to replenish his strength; otherwise, not only will his potential be limited, but his progress will also be slow.
The old man, who was about to return to the magic room to continue preparing medicine, saw Xiaoyu looking sullen and asked in surprise, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

"I'm going back to Dragon Kingdom," Xiaoyu replied weakly, staring blankly at the doorway.

"What are you going back for?"

Xiaoyu was taken aback, then turned to look at her father: "My parents only let me stay here for a year, and now that time is up."

"Who told you you were going back?"

"It was agreed upon from the beginning. I just spoke to Uncle Long about it."

Xiaoyu sighed deeply, turned to look at the door, and said dejectedly, "I always cause Uncle Long trouble."

Bang! Ouch~
"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Don't you know that Jade is a Saint Seiya?" The old man grabbed Jackie Chan by the collar, pulled him closer, and asked in a very low voice.

Jackie Chan rubbed his forehead, a blank look in his eyes for a moment, then nodded: "I know, so why?"

"I know! I know you still want to send Xiaoyu back?" the old man roared. "Don't you know the devil wants to kill her? If you send her back, how am I supposed to protect Xiaoyu, huh?"

"Um, well, isn't the demon trying to conquer the kingdom and find the talisman, Jade?"

"Hey~ You dare to talk back?"

"Dad, I was wrong, I won't see you off."

Bang! Ouch~
"Xiaoyu must stay at Dad's antique shop. Go and explain to your cousin right now that no matter what method you use, Xiaoyu cannot go back. Do you understand?"

"Hmm~ I understand, Dad. I'll take Xiaoyu back tomorrow and talk to her parents face to face."

“Not now, your body hasn’t adapted to the potion’s power yet. It will be at least the end of the month,” Dad said. “It’s best not to go out this month.”

"Okay daddy."

"There's one more thing, why aren't you starting to exercise yet? You want to slack off, don't you? No? Then hurry up and start!"

"Here we go."

"And one more thing"

Xiaoyu watched her father scold Chenglong, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

After her father finished venting his anger and left, Xiaoyu asked with bright eyes, "Uncle Long, the amusement park?"

Jackie Chan glanced at Jade, looking somewhat listless: "Okay, I promised you earlier, but I can't go out. However, I can buy tickets for the first of next month."

"Great!"

Looking at the girl, a hint of relaxation and joy appeared in Jackie Chan's eyes. He was actually quite reluctant to part with her after a year together, but safety was the most important thing, and Xiaoyu had to stay in the safest place.
puff~
As the magic flashed, the weight of his entire body suddenly increased. Jackie Chan felt that the weight of the basin on his head was even heavier than that of Bitru. All the muscles in his body began to tremble slightly. He quickly calmed his mind, and sweat began to drip down.

Looking at Jackie Chan's condition, Dad nodded in satisfaction: "Tru, why are you so slow? Is it so hard to mop the floor?"
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This month has passed quickly.

It's December.

That day, Lin Luo sensed an extremely peculiar aura as he walked out of the vampire castle.

He looked up at the sky, before he could even do any calculations.

Daolong's projection appeared before him, and he waved his hand.

behind him.

One after another, large figures appeared with incredibly pure eyes and righteous energy emanating from their bodies.

He was looking at Daolong with fear.

Lin Luo was stunned: "They've all come back to life?"

"Yes, but they can only be considered partially revived now. They are indeed snowmen, but not pure snowmen."

Dao Long thought for a moment and said, "You wouldn't understand if I explained it too complicatedly. Just think of it as a human soul that is 100% compatible with the snowman's body."

Lin Luo nodded, no longer looking at the stars in the sky.

His form gradually became ethereal, and then solidified again.

They had already arrived beside the Blade Dragon.

Those snowmen, whose eyes were so pure, were even more frightened than before.

In their perception, these were top-tier evils that needed to be eliminated. However, although they retained the Yeti's righteous attributes, they did not inherit the Yeti's combat memories.

A snowman, suppressing its fear, stepped forward and roared at Lin Luo, but it did not unleash any of its icy power.

Lin Luo raised his hand, and a trace of fear appeared on his hand, slowly merging into his body.

As if deep in thought: "A half-snowman?"

"You could say that once the women in the group become pregnant again, the next one will be a pure snowman."

Daolong explained, a hint of pride still in his eyes.

After all, they saved an entire ethnic group from extinction.

"Well done."

Lin Luo gave a compliment, his gaze lingering on the snowman.

Ultimately, it settled on Dunn, who was the first snowman to revive.

Lin Luo had a premonition that the strange fluctuation she felt might be coming from him.

Waved.

Duen was taken aback, then his eyes filled with vigilance, but the next moment, a peculiar fluctuation flashed by.

His eyes were blurry for a moment, then he felt a little dizzy. After feeling himself freed from some restraints, his vision returned.

Before them stood an incomparably majestic, yet somewhat benevolent, evil god.

"You know something about me, right?"

A dark aura appeared in Lin Luo's scarlet eyes.

A sense of justice shimmered around Dunn, and the power of ice outlined a few strokes, forming a unique pattern.

Lin Luo looked up at the black mist, lost in thought.

Somewhat confused.

He reached out and touched this righteous spirit.

Suddenly, a snowflake appeared on his robe.

这 是
Have you elevated your status a little?

He extended his fingertip, and the snowflake appeared, constantly changing shape on his fingertip.

It slowly transformed into a heart shape, pulsating slightly.

Lin Luo:.
Ambassador for racial resurgence?

Does this mean they have official status?
Wait a minute, the eight demons haven't completely escaped their protagonist status yet.
I'm probably not qualified enough, right?

(End of this chapter)