While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Cao Kun's face darkened, and he muttered, "Shut up!"

Is there anything else on your mind besides that trivial matter?

If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll lock you in a soul-suppressing jar for a month.

Seeing that Cao Kun was really angry, Chris shrank her neck.

A sour expression appeared on her face as she muttered under her breath, "I know, I know."

"Why are you being so fierce? I'm just worried about my master's health..."

"Keep a close eye on them," Cao Kun sneered.

"Understood, my master."

Chris gave a soft snort.

With a flicker, it transformed into a wisp of pink smoke, swirling around Taylor's pillow.

The room returned to silence.

Cao Kun leaned back on the sofa and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

This is where Cao Kun's brilliance lies.

Chris, as a succubus, was born to manipulate and devour the spiritual desires of humans.

Regarding the curse in "Dangerous Laughter," which is purely formed from psychological trauma.

Her senses were more acute than any Taoist ritual implement.

As long as that "smile" tries to revive in Taylor's subconscious.

Chris can catch it instantly, just like catching a mouse.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

Outside the window, Beverly Hills gradually lost its neon-lit hustle and bustle, sinking into the deepest darkness before dawn.

Chris remained in a state of smoke without making a sound.

Until the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the hotel's heavy curtains and fell on the carpet.

Taylor let out a soft murmur and turned over.

Cao Kun opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Chris transformed back into human form, yawned, and seemed somewhat bored.

"Master, nothing happened all night."

That coward probably sensed my presence; he didn't even dare to show his head.

Cao Kun nodded, stood up, and stretched.

"That's normal. These things are masters of psychological warfare; they're waiting for what they deem the most opportune moment."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a restrained and rhythmic knocking came from the door.

"Master Cao? Has Taylor woken up?"

It was Scott's voice, filled with barely concealed anxiety.

Cao Kun walked to the door and unlocked it. Scott immediately rushed in, carrying two bags of hotel breakfast.

He first looked nervously at his daughter on the bed.

Seeing Taylor rubbing her eyes and sitting up, her complexion rosy, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Good morning, Master Cao.

Taylor looked at Cao Kun and a natural, refreshing smile appeared on his face, the first one he had shown in days.

"Good morning. It seems you slept well last night." Cao Kun nodded and smiled.

Taylor nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.

"This is the best sleep I've had in years; I didn't even dream."

Scott looked at Cao Kun gratefully.

Although I still felt it was strange that this young man was sleeping in my daughter's room.

But the results were undeniable, leaving him no choice but to accept them.

"Mr. Cao, what should we do next?" Scott asked.

Cao Kun walked to the window, opened it a crack, and glanced at the dazzling California sunshine outside.

"Since it refuses to show itself, let's just wait it out."

Cao Kun turned around, his expression calm: "This kind of thing lives in the consciousness."

It doesn't attack on its own, and it's difficult for me to forcibly pull it out.

In any case, it will definitely be unable to hold back and launch its final attack within seven days at the latest.

Let's see who gives up first.

Scott rubbed his face and sat down dejectedly. "Three more days? I'm worried Taylor won't be able to hold on."

"I can handle it."

Taylor jumped off the bed, her excessively long legs swaying back and forth under her nightgown.

She stretched her ankles, her face beaming with relief: "Master Cao, since we have to wait..."

"We can't just stay locked up in the hotel forever, can we?"

Cao Kun frowned: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go sightseeing in Los Angeles."

Taylor walked up to Cao Kun, and at 1.8 meters tall, she looked him straight in the eye.

"This is my first time here. I haven't seen Santa Monica's beaches or the Hollywood sign yet."

With you here, it definitely won't dare to come out, right?

Cao Kun said expressionlessly, "There are too many people and too much attention outside; it's easy for chaos to break out."

Taylor suddenly reached out and grabbed Cao Kun's arm, shaking it gently.

His azure eyes were filled with pleading: "Please, Master Cao."

I've been hiding in the house for three days now.

"If I keep holding it in, even if that monster doesn't come to kill me, I'll go crazy."

She leaned closer, her voice soft and sweet: "Just one day, okay?"

"You're so capable, you'll definitely be fine."

Feeling the soft warmth on his arm, and looking at the girl's youthful face filled with longing, Cao Kun felt somewhat helpless.

He turned to look at Scott, hoping that the old man would step in and stop him.

Unexpectedly, Scott sighed and said, "Mr. Cao, if safety can be guaranteed, it would be good to take her out for some fresh air."

The pressure these past few days has really been overwhelming for her.

Cao Kun was silent for a moment, then slapped Taylor's hand away: "Take good care of the talisman I gave you."

"Don't leave my sight, don't go to secluded places, and don't go to the restroom alone."

"Yay!"

Taylor cheered and jumped up and down like a child finally allowed to go out for some fresh air.

Half an hour later, the three left the hotel.

Scott drove, with Cao Kun and Taylor in the back seat. Their first stop was Santa Monica Beach.

The sand under the sun has a sophisticated granular texture.

Taylor took off her sandals and stepped barefoot onto the soft sand.

Her golden curly hair flew freely in the sea breeze.

She was wearing a simple T-shirt and denim shorts.

But his astonishing height and delicate features still attracted the attention of countless passersby.

Taylor ran barefoot on the beach, carrying a pair of sandals in her hand.

He was excitedly shouting at the distant Pacific Ocean.

Her height of 1.8 meters made her stand out in the crowd, and her golden curly hair looked like a dancing flame in the sunlight.

Cao Kun sat under a parasol, wearing sunglasses and holding a bottle of iced cola.

He sat in a relaxed posture, his gaze casually sweeping over his surroundings.

As a seventh-rank Grand Celestial Master, his spiritual sense had already laid out an invisible sensing network within a radius of 100 meters.

The tourists walking around, the hot dog vendors, even the stray dogs on the street...

Filtered by spiritual awareness, they are like sheets of semi-transparent white paper.

There was no dark energy, no distortion, just ordinary people.

"Master Cao! Come down and play too!" Taylor stood by the water and waved back.

Cao Kun took a sip of his cola but didn't move.

The voice drifted on the wind: "You do your thing, I don't like having sand on the soles of my feet."

Scott sat beside his daughter, watching her happy face, and patted his chest with a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Cao, I never expected you to agree to bring her out."

To be honest, I feel like I've aged five years these past few days.

Cao Kun glanced at him: "She's young, and if she keeps it all bottled up, it will cause new psychological trauma."

That, in turn, gave that thing an opportunity. As long as I'm here, it can't cause any trouble.

Scott nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, seeing how relaxed you are, I'm not so scared anymore."

At noon, the three of them went to a seafood restaurant called "Taste of Water".

Taylor was clearly starving and devoured the lobster in front of him without any regard for his image.

As she ate, she pointed to the Grammy Awards poster on the wall and mumbled, "When I get better, I want to leave my name on that poster too."