Amir went from surprise to despair.

His knife fell into Little Robert's hand, his smile stiffened, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but Qin Kun's hand was like steel poured, so he couldn't move.

Suddenly Emile noticed that little Robert's gaze had become very fierce.

This look, he knew very well, the just-dead Lion of Marseille, when dealing with traitors, was this expression.

"No, no, no, child, I'm your uncle! I fought alongside your father! ”

Emir knelt in the middle, wiping cold sweat and glancing at the others, most of these people had seen Qin Kun's power, at the beginning, the other party was just teasing himself, and he couldn't resist, but now he actually came forward to help little Robert, how to fight?

Run!!!

Leave this guy to the Skeleton Knight!

A group of Maasai people scattered, and the gangsters of the skeleton knights rushed to catch up, many people saw Qin Kun's strange behavior, sneered and surrounded them, and a strange man in armor suddenly appeared and blocked in front of them.

"Stupid guys, the Bloodeaters will teach you how to behave."

The strange man in armor drew his long sword, but the gangsters couldn't understand what he was saying, and the harsh words were very annoying.

"Kill him!"

There's a mess around.

The little boy noticed that Emir's gaze was very sincere, with guilt, with remorse, and the hand holding the knife was a little hesitant.

Qin Kun whispered in his ear: "Don't do what I say?" The devil can't save you. ”

Little Robert woke up instantly, looked at the vicious gangsters around him, gritted his teeth, and plunged the tip of his knife into Emir's throat.

Emile collapsed in disarray, blood foaming from his mouth, and little Robert fell to his knees and began to vomit as if he were out of strength.

It's just that he just vomited a few times, his scalp hurt, and the whole person was grabbed by Qin Kun's hair and lifted up.

"What to cry about, future Marseille lions."

"It hurts! Let me go! ”

Qin Kun let go of his hand: "I don't like people who don't have seeds, didn't your father teach you to fight like a man?" ”

"I can't do !!"

"You can't do it? Then you just wait to die. Qin Kun pushed the little boy away, and the little boy cried and grabbed Qin Kun's pants and slapped him in the face.

"What about your mother?" Qin Kun pinched his chin and asked.

"I died a few years ago!"

"So, you see, your mother died young, and your father died. You can only save your life by fighting with a weapon, and crying is the most useless emotion. Qin Kun sighed, "If you want to blame, blame you for being born in this environment." There are some things that can't be avoided. ”

"Qin! You'll protect me, won't you? ”

"I am a demon, and I will only shelter my disciples."

"Can I be your disciple?"

"Of course not! A disciple of a demon, can only be a demon, you? A little boy who doesn't have any hair? What I want you to do. ”

"I can kill!"

"Who can you say kill?"

"Uncle Emir was killed by me! I can still kill a lot of people! The little boy's expression was hideous.

"Oh no, you're mistaken. This guy is powerless to resist, and anyone can kill him. ”

"I'm going to be a disciple of the devil!"

"This is the territory of the Holy See, and the sky of all cities will be shrouded in the holy light of the Holy See." Qin Kun said.

"The Holy See will not care if we live or die! God doesn't care if we live or die! We are born sinful! I don't want to be born sinful! I am not here to atone for my sins!! ”

The streets are quiet.

Even the bald guy in the car fell silent, he smoked a cigarette and had to envy Wayne Robert for having a good son. Isn't that what they want? Unfortunately, this lion cub could not stay.

"Stupid Oriental, do you know who I am?"

The bald guy in the car walked down with a solemn face.

Qin Kun smiled slightly and looked at the little boy: "Now ask you a question, if you answer it well, you can become my disciple and serve me willingly, and I will give you strength." ”

"Who is he?" Qin Kun pointed at the bald man.

This question is too philosophical, normal young people may not be able to answer it, and a 5-year-old boy can't guess the answer Qin Kun wants.

However, the boy unexpectedly pulled out the dagger from the emir's throat and slashed it into his own arm.

"Who is he...... I do not know. But I swear by your disciple that he is about to become a dead man! ”

Ha.

The 5-year-old Golden King walks ahead,

Qin Kun followed behind with a smile on his face.

The surrounding gangsters rushed up, Qin Kun's shoulders were intertwined with red robes, and his body turned into a bull demon, snorting like thunder.

"Kneel down !!"

The power of ghosts and gods, words and laws!

A group of thugs stirred in their brains, their consciousness collapsed, like a thunderclap exploding, and they subconsciously fell to the ground.

The bald man's eyes were frightened, looking at Qin Kun's changes: "You, you, you ......"

In front of him, the Oriental man just now turned into a demon!

The head of the cow followed behind the little boy who was full of evil spirits, and became the real backer of the little boy! One demon walked towards him, and the bald guy looked nervous and pulled out his gun.

"Get on your knees!"

Poof, the bald guy spat blood, what's wrong with him? He didn't know what was going on, the gun fell to the ground and was kicked aside by the little boy in front of him.

The little boy turned his head, and behind him was a bull demon, majestic, cold, unkind, and full of cold weather, but it also made him tremble with excitement.

He didn't lie to himself! He's really a demon!

"You killed my father."

This was the last word the bald guy heard.

Then, a dagger is inserted into the throat and then pulled out.

The little gangsters around him, seeing that the big guy was dead, and seeing the appearance of this demon, how could they become like this? This is an ambush against the light of Marseille, why did it attract demons???

What kind of gang is the light of Marseille!!

Why?

They want to run, but they can't.

The gangsters on the periphery were swallowed by the flesh man one after another.

His body was no longer fluid, it gradually had support, and his stature was getting bigger and bigger, already more than three meters, taller than Qin Kun.

The flesh-and-skin man took off his armor and was furious, and the gangsters were dumbfounded. No one knows how this time things turned out to be like this!

'Ding! Mission accomplished! Get the 'Kunlun Bone' formula'

The task was completed, and Qin Kun was satisfied.

The flesh man was cleaning the battlefield, and the future Golden King endured it without vomiting or falling.

It's just that......

Not far away, the sky was unusual.

A golden light appeared in the sky over London, and with the golden light came a figure.

Far away, Qin Kun saw that person, an old man, dressed in red, draped in golden light, with a kind expression, he slowly walked towards here, his pace was steady.