After listening to a song, I came to 1983 for no reason and took on a shit mission, so Qin Kun was enough.

Fortunately, the sudden mission did not have any punishment for failure, so let's come here for a trip.

The hunchbacked ugly ghost Quasimodo is very familiar with the terrain of the church. He heard that Qin Kun was leaving, so he enthusiastically took Qin Kun to take a walk and went out smoothly from here.

I don’t know French and have no money. I’m so busy that I can’t sleep on the street like a homeless man at the end of the alley. Qin Kun walked on the street, found a T-shirt in the elastic space, tear off his face and walked towards a dimly lit alley.

The French man-made man, the Moulin Rouge Nightclub is the largest red-light district landmark in Paris. There are many similarly romantic and charming places in the surrounding neighborhoods, which seem to bring warmth to the whole world. The alleys are dim and there are prostitutes, there are gangsters. Several gangsters with sluts rub their crotch and smoke cigarettes lean against the wall, as if they are talking about their love affairs.

Qin Kun appeared next to them like a ghost. The few people didn't notice Qin Kun's existence at all, so they found that one of their companions suddenly disappeared from their original position.

When he was speechless, his fists worked more than anything else. The gangster who was kidnapped by Qin Kun was beaten with a punch and he was bleeding from his nose. The next thing to do was to make tea was much easier. Qin Kun drank the tea without saying goodbye and took out 1,000 francs from the gangster's wallet, and then he left.

"Who are you!!! We are disciples of the 'Light of Marseille', and you will be retaliated!"

"Does the Holy Soul Sect know? Revenge is welcome."

The French word "straight" popped out, and Qin Kun patted his butt and left.

In 1983, France, as a fashion capital, would never lose to the world decades later. Beautiful women are sexy and enthusiastic, with fair prices, and there is no place that is more comfortable to spend the night in the gentle village.

There was a tip of 100 francs to open the way, and Qin Kun was suddenly regarded as a tourist with a stupid and expensive money in such an alley. Several French girls stood in a row and took the initiative to come directly to take Qin Kun's arm.

Qin Kun picked a slightly cold girl, and she smoked a cigarette and took Qin Kun to her room.

At this time, the net stockings were much inferior to those a few decades later, but they were even more itchy. The woman took a cold shower and signaled Qin Kun to take a shower too.

"No, I will sleep on the bed or not, just leave the house for me." The woman took out the 500 francs, and the woman was a little stunned, thinking that this person was very strange.

However, she has seen many strange guests. Men are all wolves, and gentlemen are just appearances.

The woman chuckled and sat next to Qin Kun and read a book. She wanted to see how long Qin Kun could endure it.

The Taoist priests sleep and prostitutes read books. This kind of occasion is very strange. Qin Kun took a shower and lay on the bed, looking at the room like this apartment. Perhaps the yin energy was much more stained, Qin Kun had no impulse and had some insomnia. After all, the sound insulation around him was too poor.

At 1 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was yawning a big shot. The indifferent prostitute was reading a fashion magazine. He was very excited. Someone would cover her tonight, but she didn't have to work hard. To be honest, I thought about such days every day.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong, a knock on the door sounded.

Qin Kun glanced at him and found a little boy with blonde hair running in.

"Motherine, is anyone robbing you again today?"

Qin Kun squinted his eyes. The little boy was five or six years old, looking at him hostilely, and Qin Kun couldn't laugh or cry.

The little boy arched into the prostitute's arms, and the prostitute rubbed his head helplessly: "You are a Marseille lion in the future, how can you come to such a place?"

"I don't care! Who are you, go out! Otherwise, the disciples of Marseille Light will not let you go!"

The blonde boy was staring at him fiercely. Qin Kun clamped his fingers, and a piece of yellow paper appeared on his fingertips and he clenched it into a ball. He sighed and hit the blonde boy's eyes.

The little boy looked at Qin Kun with tears in his eyes. Qin Kun said, "Little boy, it's 1 o'clock, I'll sneak out to visit a prostitute. Do your family members ignore you?"

The blonde boy was furious, but looked at Motheringly and begged for mercy, saying, "Mothering, you said you would marry me in the future."

Motherine's cold expression was melted and she said helplessly: "Your dad will kill me. Go back."

Motherine pushed the little boy out and closed the door cruelly, feeling a little depressed.

Qin Kun saw this scene from beginning to end and sighed, "It's an inappropriate love, it's worthy of being a romantic capital, and there are all kinds of dramas."

"You go too, he just saw your face clearly, you will make him angry."

Motherine returned 500 francs, "His father is the godfather of the largest gang in Marseille. He is in the limelight in Paris recently, with hundreds of outlaws under his command."

Qin Kun did not answer and smiled slightly: "It would be too embarrassing to be scared by a child."

"Believe me, he is definitely not as simple as a child! If you ask about their family's surname, you won't be able to laugh."

"What's his last name?"

"Robert! Naland Robert. His father is Marseille lion-Wyn Robert!"

When Motherine saw Qin Kun becoming silent, petrified and her expression was strange, Motherine was extremely confused. Was he... scared?

After a while, Qin Kun suddenly got out of bed, grabbed Mothering and asked, "You mean, is this kid Naland Robert?"

Qin Kun looked at the apartment and said why it is so familiar. If the decoration outside the apartment is excluded from neon signs, what is the difference between it and the Golden King's apartment!!! Compared with the Golden King's apartment in the apartment, although the structure is older, the structure is exactly the same!

That kid just now turned out to be the King of Gold?

In other words, the strings played by the old man in the Death Palace are the causal line of the Golden King?!

My day...

Last time I remember meeting the Golden King in England, who knew that his childhood experience was actually here!

Motherine was stunned. What was wrong with this oriental man? Are you crazy?

Bang--

The door was kicked open, and a blond boy shouted childishly: "It's the man inside, take it away!"

Six or seven gangsters flocked in, among them the one Qin Kun had just blackmailed.

"It's you!" The gangster was furious when he saw Qin Kun, "Young Master, he stole my money and claimed to be from the Holy Soul Sect. You have to make the decision for me!"

Qin Kun breathed a sigh of relief. For the sake of the Golden King, it is not advisable to start a massacre today.

He pushed the gangster in front of the chest with one hand. Qin Kun suddenly used force, and six or seven gangsters were pushed out by a huge force and directly crashed into the opposite door, screaming from the house opposite.

The blonde boy looked at Qin Kun blankly, a little scared. Why did the person he brought was overwhelmed by the person he was brought to face in one meeting?

Qin Kun squatted down and touched his head: "No wonder you are so lustful when you grow up. Don't bother me tonight, go back."

The little boy's head was twisted by Qin Kun, and he was kicked on his butt, and he staggered away. Seeing Qin Kun close the door, Motherine inside suddenly gasped.

The little boy walked over in a rage, and Qin Kun's warning sound came from the door: "If you don't leave, the light of Marseille will not protect you! Do you think no one here dares to kill you?"

I……

The sad tears flowed down, and the little boy clenched his fists and swore that he must remove Qin Kun from a big piece!

When Qin Kun yawned and lay down on the bed again when he heard the little boy walking away.

"I helped you, why do you thank me?"

Seeing Qin Kun regaining his gentlemanly appearance, Motherine was stunned. She once thought that Qin Kun could finally help but attack her. Who would have thought that she was playing in front of Robert.

"Why... do you feel that you helped me!"

Qin Kun sighed: "There is a little lion who interferes with your business every night. Who dares to prostitute you? I gave him a warning today, and his father should make people look down on him in the future. Wouldn't it?"

Motherine was extremely surprised. This oriental man seemed to be able to see through everything. He guessed it was absolutely right! Since seeing Robert Jr. a few months ago, she hadn't received a business for a long time. He always had a way to run out of his home and come to find him at night. Several of his regular customers were beaten up several times by his father's men.

Qin Kun paused and said, "I wondered when I first picked you. No one picked such a beautiful girl. It turns out that no one dared to choose."

Motherine's cheeks turned red, and Qin Kun said, "Let's do this, I should still have some money in Hong Kong, which can help you learn fashion design."

Motherine was stunned: "How do you know I want to learn this?"

Qin Kun saw everything about the book she just read through the Tianyan Technique. In addition to basic fashion magazines, they are all introductory books for design, so why didn’t you know it?
Chapter completed!