Qian Po clamped a long black needle with two fingers, and found that it was Qin Kun who covered her mouth, so he stopped his hand.

"Kunlun Demon? Is this your hometown? Why are they so weak? If they hadn't been concerned about you, they might have died long ago."

Qin Kun pulled her away without saying a word and took her into the taxi.

Egypt has a population of 8,000, nearly 2,000 in Cairo. You can imagine how crowded this city is. It is located in North Africa, which is different from the prosperity of European countries, and from the poverty, bustling streets, or poor buildings in most African countries.

Along the way, there were brick walls, setting off the prosperity of the tall buildings in the distance. Most Arabs gave the taste of the Middle Eastern countries, and some Christians made the place look inconsistent.

The grandmother looked at Qin Kun and was a little curious: "Is this your hometown? Those people look different from you."

Qin Kun looked at his phone, which was about the city. When he heard the question from the grandmother, he turned around and said, "It's not far away, right?"

The car was moving, and Qianpo was surprised. There were many such block monsters on the street. They walked and stopped and made strange noises from time to time. Everyone was used to it, and Qianpo didn't make any fuss.

However, the driver's eyes lit up and he said hello to her, "Hello, beautiful lady."

Qian Po didn't know what the driver was saying, but his eyes were hiding a lustful look. Qian Po smiled and pulled the collar downward.

The driver was driving, and his nose bleeding suddenly gushed out, and he couldn't stop it.

Qin Kun looked at Qian Po with dissatisfaction: "What are you doing?"

In the air, some pink gas that is difficult to detect with the naked eye penetrated into the driver's nostrils. Those gases could not be hidden from Qin Kun's eyes. Qin Kun was a little dissatisfied. The old peony's magic could not even resist some Styx's level hosts. With the mental strength of ordinary people, it was easy to be overly excited and bleed to death.

The driver hung two lines of nosebleed, trying his best to hide his embarrassment, but he couldn't stop it. The nosebleed dyed the collar red. The driver was embarrassed and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, my friend Dongfang, I'm rude. Now I'll send you two here. I need to go to the hospital."

The two got out of the car, and Qin Kun found that the driver in the rear mirror was still reluctant to leave, so he shook his head helplessly.

This is a food street. Because Egypt was first ruled by Christians for a period of time and later dominated by Middle Eastern culture, the food here has two different styles of taste.

This street is filled with the incense of barbecue, the smell of mutton, cumin and onions wafting in the wind, making people's index fingers tremble. Qin Kun deals with this kind of food every day when he was in Wuwang Country a few months ago, and he still misses it.

I bought three large skewers of barbecue. Onions, green peppers, and carrot skewers, they were skewed with mutton, onions, green peppers, and carrot pieces. The taste was spicy, but the hot taste was very comfortable for people, especially the pepper sprinkled on it. The burnt taste caused saliva to gush out.

Qin Kun didn't hate this taste. The mutton was very tender and the seasoning was a bit heavy for him, but the carrot pieces and onions were very delicious. Qian Po also brought one, and she could only barely eat it. The strange taste was still a little unacceptable for a while.

“Where are we going now?”

"Look for stinky."

"Haequin? Where did that corpse titan run, do you know?"

"Um."

In the food street, down a brick building, Qin Kun came from the stairs in the side alley to the second floor. This is above the shop, outside the window is the food street, and inside is a suspicious middle-aged man and a burly and ugly butcher.

The middle-aged man stood next to a table, picking meat, and on the long table, he was a dead man.

The European girl is about 20 years old. Half of her cheeks are empty, revealing white bones. The butcher sat upright at the table, and saw the middle-aged man picking half of her cheeks down and giving them to the butcher.

The butcher was about to eat, but was blocked by Qin Kun.

"Kunlun Demon? I'm lost, and they don't understand what I'm talking about. Fortunately, this person brought me back and treated me with food."

Snow Kui smiled at the middle-aged man and showed kindness.

Qin Kun looked at the middle-aged man with a dark face and moved his nose: "Corpsy?"

It was a white man, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were not bloody, and there was a smell of human flesh in the room, but Qin Kun had no discomfort or excessive reaction. The middle-aged man found that Qin Kun spoke very smoothly in Arabic and grinned: "Yes, dear guest, are you also a member of the corpse horde?"

"no."

The middle-aged man smiled sly: "But the smell of the corpse on your friend's body cannot be hidden from me. The corpse he ate is no less than mine." The middle-aged man glanced at Snow Kui meaningfully.

It was precisely because of the smell of Shuangkui that middle-aged people chose to entertain him in this way.

Qin Kun sighed, dietary differences are ultimately a problem.

Qin Kun did not hide it: "Well, my friend will eat the corpse if he has no choice but to have no choice. But that is not the reason to become a fellow soldier with you. Let you go today and don't let me see you again."

Qin Kun was about to leave with Snow Kui.

Suddenly, the door was closed by a middle-aged man, and most of the noise outside disappeared. After the air was quiet, everything in the room was more sensitive.

The corpse on the table smelled of barbecue and a bit of fruity smell. The corpse should have stuffed some fruits into its belly to increase the cooking flavor, but this method made Qin Kun extremely disgusted and disgusted.

"Give you another chance to leave."

Qin Kun warned for the last time.

He is not a nosy person. He is not a foreign country and it is not his business. However, if this pervert really affects his emotions, he will also get angry.

The middle-aged man licked his lips, took out a gun and pointed it at everyone, and glanced at the godly lady with a sinister smile: "You can let you go, leave her behind!"

A lewd light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

But the next moment, the yellow man's reaction was unexpectedly relaxed.

"OK."

Qin Kun patted Qian Po’s shoulder and handed him a cup of tea: “I’ll give you 10 minutes, I’ll bring Choukui to buy a piece of clothing first.”

The grand woman smiled: "3 minutes are enough."

The middle-aged man was confused and found that Qin Kun suddenly held his gun. He wanted to struggle, but with the other party's force, the gun turned into scrap iron and was thrown to the ground by Qin Kun.

The middle-aged man was stunned and found that the yellow man in front of him opened his head and left, with his rude movements, he had no room for resistance.

He leaned against the wall, still in a daze. The girl who stayed behind took off her clothes in a few seconds, and she kept silent and licked her lips at the middle-aged man: "Come on, I don't have much time."
Chapter completed!