Luke Cage's remark intrigued Bourkeso, completely ignoring Jill's steps as he tugged at his hand to leave.

"I'm not talking to you about this guy, I mean if you don't have relatives, then you might be in this place, but you carry a burden."

Luke Cage, of course, saw Bourkeso's interested gaze and quickly changed the subject.

He had already felt the moving momentum of the Barbarian King's wrath that day, and he believed that even Jin He's words to hurt the tall and burly old man would not end well.

But now it's different, a strong person with a child means that he has weaknesses.

Those guys aren't comic book villains who rush up to fight in the open, but gang members who will use everything at their disposal to achieve their goals.

Luke Cage's excess sense of justice made him bite the bullet to remind Bourkeso, but such things were already the limit of what he could do.

After all, where in this world would anyone give everything to help others for no reason? At least he, Luke Cage, isn't so conscious yet.

That kind of person is a saint and will never show up in Hell's Kitchen.

Luke Cage thought so in his heart, and at the same time wondered if he was a little nosy.

It's a pity that he doesn't know the tights pervert in his mouth, and that younger brother is almost a saint.

The reason why it is close is because he will not naively choose to influence those bastards, but break his hands and feet and throw them at the door of the police station.

"Are you afraid that this little guy will be involved in what I provoked?"

Bourqueso seemed to be thinking, and those who knew him well knew that when the barbarian showed a thoughtful expression, it was not that he was using his brain, but that he was bored.

Who can expect a race that uses their hands faster than their brains to figure out the way forward?

If that were the case, the race would not be called savages.

"Young man, what misconceptions do you seem to have about me? Why do you think I'm going to make a big deal out of this place? ”

Bourkeso crossed Jill's head, and suddenly noticed that this short hair stubble actually felt good.

Luke Cage looked at Bourkeso as if he were looking at some kind of monster.

In terms of the temper that Bourquesso had shown that day, why did he think that he would not cause trouble in this place where violence was everywhere?

With your courage to slaughter all your enemies!

Something going on in Hell's Kitchen is not easy to understand.

It will only gradually expand from the dispute between the two to the two groups, and it will not subside until the people at the higher levels can no longer stand it.

Other than that, it will only end when the next group survives.

Jill reached out and pressed Burkeso's large, rough hand and removed it from his head.

"Well, if you insist."

Still, Luke Cage gave up on continuing the topic.

His sense of justice would have allowed him to say this to a stranger.

"If you need help one day, you can go to the blacksmith shop over there and find me. Rest assured, there's only one blacksmith shop in that place. ”

Bourkeso glanced at Luke Cage with a meaningful look and gestured in the direction of his home.

"Whether it's a sword or armor, I've got what you want."

Bourkeso smiled and said the last sentence, and walked towards the supermarket with Jill.

In this country, if you want to buy some fresh food ingredients, then the best option is to go to the supermarket.

Those convenience stores only have some fast food and food that can only fill the stomach, and they generally don't sell the ingredients, after all, refrigerated ingredients also cost money.

"Uncle, what are we buying?"

Jill struggled to tilt his little head so that he could see the face of the tall Bourkeso.

For an eleven-year-old child, a height of about 1.3 meters is a bit short.

But it's not a big deal, and if he has a chance to become a barbarian, Bourkeso doesn't mind letting a little blood to help him with his inauguration.

Not every barbarian is as tall as Bourkeso, but the shortest barbarian is also one meter eight tall.

Coupled with the Nephilimian bloodline in Burkeso's body, which was getting closer and closer to his ancestors as he became stronger, this kid wouldn't be too short.

"The first thing is to buy some vegetables that you like, and some spices that I like. And of course, there has to be some meat. ”

Bourkeso's voice was as low as it could be, but it was still like a loud shout.

Fortunately, they haven't entered the relatively confined space of the supermarket yet.

Otherwise, the ordinary people around him are afraid that they will suffer unjustified disasters.

"Then I have to buy some milk, my mother said I need to drink milk to grow taller."

Bourkeso could see the tears in Jill's eyes as he spoke about his mother, and he couldn't help but crouch down and wrap his head around Jill.

"Then buy more, I think we need to fill the refrigerator at home with something."

Bourkeso looked at Jill in front of him and held back his tears, and couldn't help but feel some emotional fluctuations.

"If I had accepted the pursuit of those female warriors earlier, wouldn't I have my grandson by my side?" Bourkeso began to think crankily.

The women who get the barbarian warriors are all tall and athletic, which actually fits the description of beauty and moving.

Powerful muscles and a body that is strong but not stiff are attractive.

Barbarian female warriors are a very popular companion even in the shelter, provided that you are also a strong man, otherwise these haughty female warriors are not in the mood to marry a man who can't even kill demons.

But Bourkeso still preferred to find a partner who did not look much like him, after all, it was enough to have a brute in a family.

A warrior leaves the battlefield, deprived of the environment in which he had to concentrate on his work, and his brain is more active than ever.

Rather, there are only a few questions that he has thought about the most in his fighting career.

Where are the demons?

The backpack is full, don't use me like a mule.

Where is the road to the next level?

Other than that, this guy doesn't even think about what to eat next.

After all, the guy who can fill a hut with hard black bread, you can't expect much of a pursuit of food.

He is not a mage who pursues refinement, nor is he a warrior monk of faith.

He has only one requirement for food, and that is to be able to eat it.

"Uncle, don't touch the top of my head anymore, I feel like my head is about to be pulped."

Jill struggled to break free from Bourkeso's clutches, but with one hand in his hands, he couldn't resist the barbarian's power.

His struggle was lost to the delusional Bourkeso, who didn't feel it at all.

After all, how to make him feel it, that is a thing that even demons are curious about.

Every time he saw Bourkeso covered in wounds, but when he was expressionless and brandished his weapon to kill, those demons would wonder if they were angels, and Bourkeso was the demon.

Neither the power of fire nor arcane power could make him make a sound, and even though the poison stained his body a miserable green, he could cut off the demon's head without any reaction.

"Okay, then let's start purchasing."

Bourkeso stood up and led Jill towards the supermarket.