Failed again!!

Can't there be a willing one in this group?

No way!

Who says that foreigners are simple and easy to deceive, and one has more thoughts than a thief!

Qin Kun felt that he had shown the greatest sincerity, and he didn't know what was going on in the minds of this group of people.

Out of this striptease bar, Qin Kun sighed and went to another place.

This is a nightclub in the Cherousz neighborhood, where a group of punk youths are dying, and the rock music of heavy metal is about to burst Qin Kun's eardrums. However, except for the place of death and hi, the other places where you drink and dance are much quieter.

Qin Kun saw a cockscomb-headed man wearing a leather jacket and covered in willow spikes, drinking in panic.

On the wine table, there were torn Bibles, and at this moment, the man carefully glued the torn pages.

The man looked around with a thief, and didn't seem to see anything terrible, but Qin Kun, who was not far away, found that in this hall, a bearded man with a broken wine bottle and a fierce expression was staring at the others with cold eyes.

Or a ghost?

"May the Father in Heaven bless...... May the Father of Heaven bless ......"

"Hey!"

Qin Kun sat opposite the man, the cockscomb head was startled, and said slightly angrily: "Yellow skinned guy! Who are you? Shall I allow you to sit here? ”

Qin Kun said patiently: "Are you in trouble?" ”

"Get out!"

After the cockscomb head finished speaking, his hair was grabbed by Qin Kun, and his whole face was smashed on the table, and his nose bleeded. The cockscomb covered his nose and punched at Qin Kun, but he was grabbed by the hair again and smashed his whole face on the table.

The cockscomb shouted with a headache and cried, and a few angry guys surrounded Qin Kun, and Qin Kun sighed.

"Your heavenly father can't protect you, that drunken ghost with a wine bottle will become your nightmare!"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he impatiently pushed away the gangsters who were in the way and left first.

Behind him, a thug pulled out a knife and was about to stab it, when he was suddenly grabbed by the cockscomb's head.

"You go first, I have something to say to him." The expression of the cockscomb head is rare solemn.

The cockscomb head repelled the gang of guys, and followed behind Qin Kun in fear: "Yellow guy, who are you?" You can see that guy with the bottle, right? Right!!! ”

The cockscomb head and nosebleed, shaking Qin Kun's shoulder like crazy, Qin Kun pulled his hand away: "What do you think?" ”

The cockscomb head was very excited, and wanted to give Qin Kun a hug, but was pushed away by Qin Kun: "Get out and talk." ”

The cockscomb rubbed the corners of his eyes aggrievedly: "Oh Maiga, I thought I was going crazy!" It turned out that someone could really see him. The guy with the bottle has been here for months. I thought it was because I tore too much of the Bible during the performance. ”

Death rock, the style of performance is a kind of blasphemy.

Blasphemy of faith, blasphemy of the world, blasphemy of everything.

The favorite thing to do is to tear up the Bible, and this group of people also approves themselves to be Satan's apostles, so Qin Kun listed this guy as a target.

"You know you're scared?"

"Since you can see him, then you ...... Could it be the mysterious mage of the East? I've heard that there is a very powerful monkey in the East, who can change everything, are you his incarnation? ”

After the cockscomb head finished speaking, he was slapped against the wall by Qin Kun.

Are you stupid?

Originally, I knew the Great Sage, and I still had a good impression of you, but I didn't want to be a monkey! The title of Oriental Monkey always feels like a curse.

The cockscomb spat out a loose tooth, and the mental fear was far more torturous than the physical pain.

"That's amazing! Mysterious Eastern Mage! If you can see him, you will be able to drive away evil spirits, right? ”

Seeing that the cockscomb head didn't care about being beaten, and finally asked the point, Qin Kun nodded: "Naturally." ”

"Can you help me get rid of this guy, I always feel like he's going to be bad for me at any time!" The cockscomb was almost pleading.

Qin Kun said logically: "Actually, what you did was right. Tearing up the Bible, believing in Satan, and becoming a disciple of hell can also be redeemed, so that you can gain power from hell. ”

"I ...... Can I gain power from hell? ”

Qin Kun nodded, the cockscomb was stunned, and muttered, "Need ...... At what cost? ”

"Just be sincere and consider me your mentor."

The cockscomb head was stunned, but still nodded: "I admit it!" I know your Oriental etiquette! ”

The cockscomb pulled out the nose ring and earrings, took off his leather jacket and boots covered with willow spikes, and knelt on the ground.

'Ding! Unfortunately, the recruiting target is not willing to be your disciple of hell'

The cockscomb was kowtowing, and Qin Kun's heart was almost twitching.

What the hell am I ...... It's all kneeling and kowtowing! Still not willing? What the hell is going on in this guy's mind???

Qin Kun took a deep breath: "If you are not sincere, you can't become a disciple of hell." ”

The cockscomb was stunned for a moment, play me!

"Yellow Skin! How dare you tease me! I'm keeping you out of here tonight!! ”

Cockscomb head is furious!

Qin Kun was even more angry, grabbed the other party's neck, and roared: "Do you think I don't want to accept you!! You tell me what your pig was just thinking in his head? Didn't do it at all willingly! ”

Qin Kun's patience was almost grinded, and he punched the cockscomb head in the eye socket with two punches.

The cockscomb head was angry and aggrieved, and the five flavors were mixed.

kneeled and knelt, and his head was kowtowed, just like the oriental etiquette he knew, the other party didn't accept him, and even beat him!

The cockscomb head fought back, and he was punched in the nose again, and his hair was grabbed by Qin Kun: "Tell me, what were you thinking just now!" Why didn't you do it willingly!! ”

Who would be willing to do such a thing!

The cockscomb head roared in his heart, what he thought at that time must be to get the demonic power from Qin Kun, and then dominate Rat Street! As for what mentor is not a mentor, after he has the power of the devil, what is there to respect!

The partner of the cockscomb head surrounded him, and the one with the knife was directly kicked by Qin Kun and stunned into the corner, and the others saw Qin Kun kicking one by one, and retreated in fear.

Oh God......

Qin Kun almost roared in the sky.

It's been more than a week.

Zuo Jinchen is preparing to get Xing Duo to kill himself, his broken task has not been completed, is it so difficult???

Walked out murderously, and before leaving, Qin Kun glared at the drunkard, and a beam of blue light shot out of his eyes, directly glaring the drunkard on the spot.

Anyway, Cockscomb Head, you knelt down with me today, I helped you make a heart knot, and the cause and effect account was settled!

……

The point that I stepped on today, the person I chose was invalid again.

Qin Kun felt a little powerless, and the flesh and skin man who was watching the car for Qin Kun outside found that Qin Kun's face was wrong, and asked curiously: "Kunlun Demon, failed again?" ”

"Hmm."

The flesh-and-skin man was in a bad mood when he saw Qin Kun and didn't dare to provoke him.

The car wandered aimlessly on the street, Qin Kun was exhausted to despair, how can he make people willing!!

Am I a disciple or an ancestor? Isn't it possible for me to beg them with a shy face???

At night in Mouse Street, there are often gang fights, a group of gangsters fighting with knives are fighting, Qin Kun drove through the two groups of people, and the back window of the car was smashed by a flying wine bottle.

The flesh man angrily wanted to get out of the car and slaughter the group, but Qin Kun didn't say a word.

I have to hurry up and complete the task, these bastards, I don't want to see them anymore, I'm really afraid that I can't help but kill.

It's just that suddenly, Qin Kun heard a gunshot, and then a child was crying.

The sound was loud and resounding through the streets.

Parking and going out, a gang of thugs in skull leather clothes brutally plunged a knife into the back of a middle-aged blonde man.

"Marseille pigs, get out of London! This is the territory of the Skeleton Knight!! ”

Among the skull-clad thugs, a bald man with tattoos all over his face, dressed in a suit and smoking a cigar, stepped off an elongated Lincoln.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Marseille Lion? I heard you want to get rid of the Skeleton Knight? ”

The bald man grabbed a middle-aged man by the hair and lifted it up with a grin.

When he saw the dying middle-aged man, he spat and turned his gaze to look at the opposite side not far away.

A blonde child, crying and glaring at him angrily, looked funny.