Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The next day, Sarah, Sun Ting, and Guo Lin didn't wake up until noon.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carpeting the floor with shimmering gold.

The sun in Las Vegas is always scorching.

The three people were lying haphazardly on the large bed, with the blanket half-draped over them.

Her hair was messy and frizzy.

Her face still had a lingering blush.

Sarah draped one arm over Sun Ting's waist.

Sun Ting placed one leg on top of Guo Lin's leg.

Guo Lin, meanwhile, huddled in a corner, clutching her pillow; each of their sleeping postures was more unsightly than the last.

Because of Lin Feng, unknowingly,

Their physical condition is also gradually improving.

Lin Feng was a powerful cultivator at the Mahayana Realm, his body brimming with spiritual energy. Those close to him, even without deliberate cultivation, could sense his presence.

They will also benefit from it subtly.

Spiritual energy flows like a gentle stream.

It permeates their veins and bone marrow day and night.

Although it cannot make them rise to the top in one step,

But over time, the effects are more effective than any magic pill.

At this moment, all their flaws disappeared.

Her skin was fair and delicate, so smooth it seemed to break at a touch; there wasn't a single mole or scar to be found.

The lines between her eyebrows and eyes have become more refined, and her nose bridge is more prominent.

Her lips were more moisturized, and she looked like a piece of finely polished jade.

It shines with a luster from the inside out.

Her looks are absolutely flawless now; if she walked down the street, she would turn heads at least 90% of the time.

Sun Ting looked in the mirror and was stunned for a moment.

I touched my cheek, then touched it again, and felt that the person in the mirror looked even better than yesterday.

Sun Ting woke up first, rubbed her eyes, stretched, and her joints made a slight cracking sound.

She immediately spotted Lin Feng sitting on the sofa playing video games.

Lin Feng sat with his legs crossed, his phone held horizontally in his hand.

Gunshots rang out on the screen.

He had a lollipop dangling from his mouth, and he looked very focused.

She didn't even notice when she woke up.

Sun Ting said with a smile, "Good morning, Brother Feng."

Lin Feng didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the screen:

"It's already noon." "Oh, right, right."

Sun Ting slapped her forehead, got out of bed,

He grabbed a bathrobe and put it on.

The robe's belt was tied loosely.

A section of her fair collarbone was exposed.

She turned back and asked as she walked towards the restroom.

"What would you like to eat, Brother Feng? I'll make it for you."

Lin Feng waved his hand: "I don't have an appetite. If you're hungry, make something for yourselves."

"Okay, Brother Feng."

Sun Ting was barefoot on the carpet.

I walked towards the restroom.

Halfway there, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and said again:

"Brother Feng, Jordan invited you to play cards tomorrow, don't forget."

Lin Feng was taken aback; he had really forgotten about that.

His finger paused for a moment; the character on the screen was shot in the head.

He simply tossed his phone aside, leaned back on the sofa, and thought for a moment.

That bastard Jordan, I lost tens of millions to him at the casino last time.

This time, they've arranged another card game; they're probably trying to get revenge.

However, Lin Feng didn't care. Money delivered to his doorstep was money he was entitled to.

"Alright, since this braised egg vendor is trying to give me money, then I won't be polite."

"That's true, Brother Feng, he's the God of Gamblers, alive today."

Sun Ting said with a smile, then turned and went to the kitchen.

What she said wasn't wrong. Sun Ting had witnessed Lin Feng's skills in the casino firsthand.

That time in Las Vegas, Lin Feng sat at the poker table.

He barely even looked at the cards, yet he won against everyone at the table.

Jordan was furious, but he couldn't find fault with it, so he could only give a thumbs up and say, "I'm impressed."

Now that Jordan is inviting people to a card game again, what else could it be but giving away money?

Just then, Lin Feng's phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, it was his second brother, Lin Jiang, calling.

Lin Feng answered the phone: "Second Brother, what's up?"

Lin Jiang's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Where are you now?"

"Oh, I'm in Las Vegas, what's up?"

"The house is finished, and Dad asked when you're coming back?"

"We're moving in the day after tomorrow, and Dad wants you to come back too." Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, no problem."

"Then it's decided."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and then remembered.

He had previously asked his second brother to burn down the house in their hometown.

A newly renovated small villa.

It's all built now, and that's about it.

Just thinking about the scene of my second brother Lin Jiang burning down the house...

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh.

When he explained this matter,

The second brother thought he had gone mad and stared at him, asking three times, "Are you sure?"

But Lin Feng knew in his heart that the house in his hometown, a brick and tile house, had been built more than 30 years ago, and several layers of plaster had fallen off the walls.

The roof beams were also hollowed out by termites. And the contents inside were even worse—old clothes, broken furniture, jars and pots—they couldn't bear to throw anything away.

The room was crammed full.

If you don't burn it all, you won't be able to get rid of those things at all.

However, for the older generation, their perceptions are already fixed.

If you don't burn the house down, you can't get rid of all the rotten stuff inside.

You said that cotton-padded coat has been worn for twenty years, patched upon patched.

It's already too cold, buy her a new one.

She stuffed it in the closet and didn't wear it, saying, "I can still wear it."

And so they kept accumulating, until they had a whole room full of junk.

However, Lin Feng could understand.

The changes in China are so great, so fast it's like two different worlds.

Our parents' generation went directly from an agrarian civilization to an industrial civilization, and now to an information and intelligent civilization.

In just thirty years, things have really changed a lot.

The things they used when they were young are now all junk;

The days they lived in their youth are now just stories.

The times are moving too fast.

They have left their understanding far behind.

It's been a long time since I've been back to China.

Lin Feng also plans to go back.

The smell of marijuana in Las Vegas is overwhelming.

It smells unpleasant.

Time flew by, and the next day arrived.

Lin Feng received an invitation from Jordan to travel to the Florida Keys. Jordan spoke enthusiastically on the phone:

"Boss Lin, come to Florida!"

I have a superyacht, I guarantee you'll be satisfied.

Let's go out to sea for a couple of days and play a few rounds of cards while we're at it.

Lin Feng did not take a plane.

With a quick scan of his divine sense, he located Jordan's position.

That divine sense spread out like a tide.

They instantly located a yacht heading towards the Florida Keys.

Simply dodging past is a bit exaggerated and could easily scare people.

He planned to go to Miami first, and then have Jordan pick him up.

Then, in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

He flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, with vast expanses of clouds beneath his feet and mountains and rivers rushing past him.

From Las Vegas to Miami, across the entire United States

But for him, it was only a matter of a few breaths.

When passing through Texas, I saw two fighter jets fly by.

The two fighter jets gleamed silver, leaving long trails of flame.

Two white lines were drawn at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Lin Feng's figure flashed, and he instantly arrived in front of the fighter jet's cockpit.

He hovered in mid-air, looking directly at the pilot inside through the glass dome.

He waved and said hello.

The fighter pilots were dumbfounded and utterly shocked.