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

Cao Kun sliced ​​his steak and said calmly:

"You will not only make a name for yourself, but you will also become the highest earner in their industry in the future."

Taylor paused for a moment, then chuckled: "Master Cao, your words are more effective than a psychologist's placebo."

In the afternoon, the three of them went to the Avenue of Stars.

Taylor pulled Cao Kun to take photos in front of each star-shaped marker.

It was already 9 p.m. when we got back to the Beverly Hills Hotel.

After playing all day, Taylor took a shower and fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Cao Kun remained seated on the single sofa by the bed.

He was holding a magazine he had casually picked up from the hotel bookshelf.

Open it up, and it's full of beautiful women.

Only a dim table lamp was on in the room, the light was dim, and the only sound was the soft rustling of magazine pages turning.

One o'clock in the morning.

Chris appeared in the air.

She glanced at Taylor, who was sleeping like a little pig, and then at Cao Kun:

"Master, are you really not planning to 'have an extra meal'?"

Cao Kun put down the magazine and said calmly, "You're talking more and more nonsense."

late at night.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The knocking was dull, as if it were hitting my heart directly.

Taylor opened her eyes and found herself still lying in the hotel bed.

The room was dark. She turned her head and saw that Master Cao was nestled in a single sofa, breathing evenly, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The knocking continued.

Taylor got off the bed barefoot and tiptoed to the door.

Through the peephole, she saw her father, Scott.

Scott looked anxious, constantly looking back down the corridor, his hands pressed tightly against the door.

Taylor opened the door a crack and whispered, "Dad? What brings you here?"

"Quick, Taylor, pack your things and come with me!"

Scott grabbed his daughter's wrist, his voice low and filled with barely suppressed terror.

Taylor froze: "Where to? Master Cao is still inside..."

"Don't mention that conman!"

Scott's expression suddenly turned ferocious. He leaned close to Taylor and spoke rapidly:

"I just received a call from a friend in Los Angeles."

That Cao Kun is not a Taoist master at all; he is an extremely dangerous pervert!

He used the guise of exorcism to control many Hollywood actresses...

Scarlett, Amanda... they all had inappropriate relationships with him!

Taylor's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers tightened around the doorknob.

"He stayed here to wait until you were asleep before making his move!"

Scott added fuel to the fire by pointing into the room: "Look, he's pretending to be asleep to lower your guard!"

"Come with me, the police are downstairs!"

Taylor glanced back at Cao Kun on the sofa.

The moonlight shone on the man's profile, revealing a cold, rugged face with a reassuring calmness.

"But...he saved me," Taylor said hesitantly. "And he said he has a girlfriend."

"He's lying to you!"

Scott growled, "How could a man like him be satisfied with just a few women?"

Now that you're becoming more and more famous, how could that greedy beast possibly let you go?

"Quick, Taylor, come with me!"

As Scott spoke, he forcefully pulled on Taylor's arm.

Just as Taylor was about to be dragged out of the room, she suddenly stopped.

Instead of leaving, she forcefully shook off her father's hand and stood back inside the threshold.

Scott froze, a dark glint in his eyes: "Taylor, what are you doing?"

Taylor looked up, and the youthful confusion in her eyes disappeared.

Instead, there was an almost stubborn resolve: "I won't leave."

"Are you crazy? Didn't you hear what I just said? He'll do something bad to you!"

"I heard you clearly."

Taylor straightened the hem of her nightgown, her voice cool and detached:

"If Master Cao is really as you say, such a formidable lecher..."

She could even win over Scarlett and Amanda…

She paused for a moment, and a strange smile appeared on her lips:

"There's nothing wrong with letting him make a move on me."

Scott froze instantly.

"What...what did you say?"

Scott's voice became extremely hoarse, as if there was a shard of glass stuck in his throat.

"I said, if he wants me, then let him have me."

Taylor looked directly into his "father's" eyes: "I'd rather face Master Cao than that invisible monster."

In the silent corridor, the air suddenly froze.

Scott's face began to twitch violently, his previously anxious and angry expression turning into a torn piece of paper.

"Heh...hehehe..."

A dry, twisted laugh came from Scott's chest.

He slowly raised his head, his lips parting at an impossible angle.

The skin cracked due to excessive tension, revealing bright red granulation tissue underneath.

"Then... you should... just die!"

Scott suddenly spread his arms wide, his ten fingers like withered claws, gripping Taylor's neck tightly.

A violent feeling of suffocation suddenly struck.

Taylor opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out, and the scenery in front of him began to turn blood red and blur.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness...

"wake up--!"

A loud voice, carrying some mysterious power, suddenly exploded in her mind.

This sound, like a thunderclap from the heavens, instantly shattered all the mist and illusion.

Taylor suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no corridor, no Scott.

She was still lying on the hotel bed, and Cao Kun was standing beside the bed, his finger pointing at her brow.

A warm stream of magical power was flowing in continuously.

"Master Cao..."

Taylor released his grip, breathing heavily, and looked at Cao Kun with lingering shock, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.

Cao Kun withdrew his hand, his expression even colder than usual:

"He's quick to learn and apply what he's learned; he even made up about my love for finding girlfriends."

Taylor slumped on the edge of the bed, her pajamas soaked with cold sweat and clinging tightly to her thin back.

She gasped for breath, her gaze sweeping over Cao Kun's cold face.

But the conversation from the illusion kept replaying in my mind.

"There's nothing wrong with letting him make a move on me..."

Recalling the words she had said herself, Taylor's face instantly turned bright red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.

The shame overwhelmed her fear of surviving the ordeal for a moment, making her unable to look Cao Kun in the eye.

"That...that was an illusion."

Taylor lowered her head, her voice barely audible, "I...I don't know what I was saying."

Cao Kun smiled and said, "That's not you, it's just a trap it wove. Lie down and go to sleep."

Taylor obediently lay back in bed, and under the magical fluctuations of the calming talisman, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

A moment later, even breathing could be heard.

After confirming that Taylor had entered a deep sleep, Cao Kun snorted coldly, "Come out when you've had your fill of looking."

Pink smoke gathered around the bed, revealing Chris's figure.

She sat with her legs crossed in mid-air, swirling a glass of red wine she'd somehow acquired, laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, Master, I really admire you so much."

Chris took a sip of her drink, her eyes gleaming mischievously: "I went to great lengths to enhance your charm..."

It's meant to let you run rampant in Hollywood, among those ripe peaches.

I didn't ask you to flirt with this unripe little apple.