After a while, he asked, "How can I find him?"

"Don't know."

Qin Kun was a little regretful.

If Hayquin is trapped in the causal line, he is somewhat sure to bring him out, but if Hayquin can't be found, that's all.

"knew."

Qin Kun did not talk nonsense anymore and went straight in. Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

Qin Kun's head turned slightly, clamped his two fingers in the air, and a piece of bone jade was clamped between his two fingers.

The priest didn't say anything anymore and still stood obediently at the door. Qin Kun played with Gu Yu, thinking about something.

...

The whole forest is quiet and wet and cold, and the unknown birds echo, making the forest even more empty.

The air is not as depressing and violent as the Ten Dead City.

All the things are evident.

Qin Kun stepped forward on the leaves, and the sound of footsteps were accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Looking down at the sky, the vision cannot penetrate the stacked leaves, as if the inherent laws do not allow this forest to be spyed.

In Bai Tu's hometown, a primitive and wild aura came to his face. Although he was not as desolate as slashing and fire, eating raw meat and drinking blood, it was not too much different.

When I came last time, Qin Kun learned about the general situation of this place along the way.

The white gods of all generations existed to suppress the demons.

For the people of the White God, the host of the Ten Dead City is the Demon Clan. Qin Kun thinks this concept is very similar to some settings in the wilderness, but it also expresses understanding.

Because for one's own world, the host of the Ten Dead City is also a demon.

In fact, for any host's hometown, the hosts of the Ten Dead City are all demons.

Their arrival represents destruction and destruction, blood and killing, it represents death, it represents disaster. However, after Bai Tu became powerful, the Ten Dead City was connected with his hometown, which is the so-called opening of the "Devil's Gate".

The cause was that Bai Tu could not eat the cause and effect line of the ten dead cities and was backfired.

In fact, the cause and effect line of the Ten Dead City is connected to Bai Tu's hometown.

So Bai Tu is also one of the demons.

But his people didn't think so. In their hearts, Bai Tu was the supreme white god warrior, their patron saint, and the invader was the demon.

Thinking of it from another perspective, Qin Kun felt that the position in the Three Thousand Worlds was quite interesting, and in different situations, it could have the effect of putting the cart before the horse.

According to my last visit, it was a scene where the demon disciples invaded the Demon City and were subdued by the White God.

Although he was really a visiting friend, in the eyes of Tianqi's governor, Qin Kun might not be that friendly.

Walking along the way, thinking about the essence of the world, from time to time, there will be white god warriors firing cold arrows and traps.

Qin Kun avoided one by one, and did not pursue those ordinary people.

Walking out of the forest is a large tribe.

The mountains are undulating, the valleys are scattered, and many villages are smoky. Although there are demon disciples in the forest, there are also food. In the forest, white-haired warriors are constantly returning from hunting and returning with a full load, while some women are collecting and weaving.

The workshop is still in production, and this is the era of manual work. Because the White God clan has special physique and very high manual efficiency, Qin Kun once again saw items such as rattans and turtle shells listed at the entrance of the workshop and started to buy them.

"Hey, how do you sell this?"

In a village nearest forest, Qin Kun picked up a rattan bar. It looked so scary. It didn’t hurt to hit people. It was really a powerful tool to teach children.

The woman at the entrance of the workshop was startled when she saw Qin Kun.

"You...who are you?!"

The language here is in line with the Ten Dead City. Qin Kun heard the woman's fear and laughed at him, "The Devil's disciple of the Devil City."

"ah--"

The scream of surprise attracted the man who returned from hunting next to him.

The men came with weapons and heard the sound, and the woman pointed at Qin Kun and said, "He, he is a demon disciple!"

You will know whether you are a devil or not.

This person’s dress is different from theirs, and he must be the same as the devil!

"Damn the devil, stop!"

Qin Kun scratched his neck: "I didn't move."

"Let down your weapon!"

“This is a rattan.”

“…Who are you?”

"The devil's disciple of the Devil City."

"Why don't you look like..."

Qin Kun was speechless: "Young man, don't judge others by appearance. I am here to trouble you, Bai Shen."

The white god warriors around him suddenly burst into laughter.

In one sentence, the atmosphere around him was eased a lot. Qin Kun was inexplicably, but he did not pretend to be fierce, so he had to laugh.

"Who are you lying to..."

"There are demon disciples coming in the city of Demons, but you are definitely not..."

"I came to some demon disciples a few times ago. I killed many people without any discrimination. Will you also kill people?"

Qin Kun seemed to be chatting by a group of people in a simple and savage manner. They looked at Qin Kun as if they had seen something rare, began to ask, tease, and even ridiculed Qin Kun with some boldness.

In fact, what is the difference between a demon disciple who dares not kill people and an ordinary person?

Qin Kun found a good rattan chair sitting on it, shaking his legs: "You guys are really brave. I have a reputation for being fierce, but I am not afraid. Well, when I see you are all warriors, I won't be angry anymore. This time I'm here to exchange for some specialties with you."

Qin Kun discharged things from the elastic space on a polished and smooth bluestone.

Qin Kun stocked up a lot of food, drinks, miscellaneous items, etc., but he didn't like to waste it and didn't want to throw it away. He was worried about how to deal with it recently, so he simply sent it out today to change things with them.

A lot of things that I had never seen before dazzled the people of White God.

"Is there anything good to exchange for?" Qin Kun asked as if he was doing business.

"What's this?"

"Bread, eat."

"Where is this?"

“Compressed biscuits are also eaten.”

"Where is this?"

“Drink, very delicious.”

"I want this!"

"This is my bicycle key...you give it back to me!"

...

There are many workshops around, most of which are weapons, armor and shields used for combat, with the most turtle shells. The gaps of the turtle shells are filled with strange pigments, and they become colorful in a moment. However, perhaps the turtle shells are the cheapest and the most people are exchanged for.

"I want to change the bread!"

"I want a drink!"

“Compressed cookies!”

"I want a pump!"

"roll!"

"I want it!"

...

The transaction was completed and the elastic space was full of stuffed. Qin Kun felt a little sad when he looked at so many turtle shells.

However, if you sell it as an art work in Shidong Village, it should be worth more than the soon-expired bread.

After the bartering, Qin Kun left with everyone's salute. Here was a little distance from Bai Tu's residence, so Qin Kun simply rode his bicycle.

As soon as the bicycle appeared, Qin Kun found that people around him were kneeling all over the ground.

Qin Kun wondered.

Several devout warriors shouted and bowed: "I've seen the White God's Mount!"

It seems that a long time ago, I sent Bai Tu a bicycle.

Qin Kun thought about it and was speechless. One day, he was taken to the point of being treated with the bicycle. Who would believe it if he said it?
Chapter completed!