Failed again!!!

Can't these people show up willingly?

Damn it!

Who says foreigners are simple and easy to cheat? One is more thoughtful than the other!

Qin Kun felt that he had shown his greatest sincerity and didn't know what these people were thinking.

After leaving this stripper bar, Qin Kun sighed and headed to another place.

This is a nightclub in the Chelsea neighborhood. A group of punk young people are dying in it. Heavy metal rock music and Qin Kun's eardrums are about to burst. However, except for the places where he is dying, other places where he drinks and dances are much quieter.

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

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

The man looked around with a thief head and seemed to see nothing terrible, but Qin Kun, not far away, found that in the hall, a big bearded man holding a broken wine bottle and a fierce expression was staring at the others coldly.

Or a ghost?

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

"Hey!"

Qin Kun sat opposite the man, and Jimeng was startled and said angrily: "Yellow man! Who are you? Have I allowed you to sit here?"

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

"roll!"

After Jimengtou said that, his hair was grabbed by Qin Kun, and his whole face hit the table, and his nose was bleeding. Jimengtou covered his nose and punched Qin Kun. He was grabbed by his hair again and his whole face hit the table.

Ji Kun was crying and shouting, and a few guys surrounded Qin Kun, and Qin Kun sighed.

"Your heavenly Father cannot protect you, and the drunkard with a bottle of wine will become your nightmare!"

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he impatiently pushed away the gangster who was blocking the road and left first.

Behind him, a gangster took out a knife and was about to stab him, but was suddenly grabbed by the cockscomb head.

"You leave first, I have something to say to him." Jimcom's expression was rarely solemn.

Jimcomb drank the guys back and followed Qin Kun with fear and fear: "Yellow man, who are you? You can see that guy holding a bottle, right? Right!!!"

The head of the cockscomb was bleeding from his nose, shaking Qin Kun's shoulders like crazy. Qin Kun pushed away his hand: "What do you think?"

Jimcomt was very excited and wanted to give Qin Kun a hug, but was pushed away by Qin Kun: "Get away and talk."

Jimeng's head rubbed his eyes aggrievedly: "Oh Maiga, I thought I was going crazy! It turned out that someone could see him. The guy carrying a bottle of wine has been here for the past few months. I thought it was caused by too many "Bibles" that were tearing during the performance."

Death rock, performance style is a kind of blasphemy.

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

The thing he likes to do is torn apart the Bible. These people also call themselves Satan's apostles, so Qin Kun targeted this guy.

"I know I'm scared?"

"Since you can see him, then... are you... the mysterious mage of Dongfang? I have heard of a very powerful monkey in Dongfang, which can change in a variety of ways. Are you his incarnation?"

After Ji Kun finished speaking, he was slapped on the wall by Qin Kun.

Are you stupid?

I saw that you knew the Great Sage, and I still had some good feelings for you, but I didn’t want to be a monkey! The name of Oriental Monkey always feels that it is a curse.

The cockscomb spits out a loose tooth, and the mental fear is far more tormenting than physical pain.

"So amazing! The mysterious Dongmaster! Since you can see him, you will definitely be able to drive away evil spirits, right?"

Seeing that Jimcom was beaten without caring about being beaten, Qin Kun finally asked about the point, and then nodded: "Natural."

"Can you help me get rid of this guy? I always feel that he will be bad for me at any time!" Jimcomtou was almost begging.

Qin Kun naturally said: "Actually, your approach is right. Tearing up the Bible, believing in Satan, becoming a disciple of hell, you can also get redemption and gain power from hell."

"I... can I gain power from hell?"

Qin Kun nodded, cockscomb head was stunned and murmured: "Does it cost...?"

"As long as you are sincere, you will recognize me as your mentor."

Jimcomt was stunned, but nodded: "I recognize it! I know your oriental etiquette!"

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

‘Ding! Unfortunately, the recruitment target is not willing to be your disciple of hell’

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

I'm so fucking... I've knelt down and kowtowed! Isn't it willing? What is this guy thinking in his heart??

Qin Kun took a deep breath: "You are not sincere and cannot become a disciple of hell."

Jim comb was stunned and played with me!

"Yellow man! You dare to play with me! I will make you unable to get out of here tonight!!!"

Jimcomb is furious!

Qin Kun even more angry, picked up the other person's neck and roared: "Do you think I don't want to accept you?"!! Tell me what your pig was thinking just now? Is it okay if I didn't do it at all?"

Qin Kun's patience was almost worn out, and he hit Jikong's head's eye socket with two bangs.

The cockscomb head was angry and aggrieved. The mixed feelings of the five emotions came to my heart.

He knelt down and his head was knocked. Just like the oriental etiquette he knew, it would be fine if the other party didn't accept him, but he even beat him up!

Jimcom's head fought back, and another punch was punched on the nose, and Qin Kun grabbed his hair: "Tell me, what were you thinking just now! Why didn't you do it willingly!!!"

Who would be willing to do this kind of thing?

Ji Kuntou roared in his heart. He must have thought that he must have obtained the power of the demon from Qin Kun and then dominated the Mouse Street! As for what mentors are not mentors, what is worthy of respect after he has the power of the demon!

Jikuntou's companion surrounded him, and the one holding the knife was kicked unconscious by Qin Kun to the corner. When the others saw Qin Kun kicking him in seconds, they retreated in fear.

Oh my God...

Qin Kun almost roared to the sky.

It's been more than a week.

Zuo Jinchen is preparing to kill him when he gets the star throne. Is this difficult task that he has not completed yet???

He walked out with murderous intent. Before leaving, Qin Kun glared at the drunkard, and a green light shot out from his eyes, directly glaring at the drunkard on the spot.

Well, cockscomb head, you knelt down today, I will help you with a knot in your heart, and the karma account is just like that!

...

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

Qin Kun felt a little powerless. The fleshy man outside who was watching the car for Qin Kun found that Qin Kun looked wrong and asked curiously: "Kunlun Demon, has he failed again?"

"Um."

The fleshy man was in a bad mood when he saw Qin Kun and did not dare to mess with him.

The car wandered around the street aimlessly, and Qin Kun was exhausted and desperate. How could it make people willingly!!!

Should I recruit disciples or offer sacrifices to my ancestors? Could it be that I would beg them with a shame???

On the night of Mouse Street, there were often gang fights, and a group of gangs fighting with swords were fighting. Qin Kun drove through the two groups of people in a car, and the window behind the car was smashed by a flying wine bottle.

The fleshy man was angry and wanted to get out of the car and slaughter the group of people, while Qin Kun said nothing.

I have to complete the task quickly. I don’t want to see these gangsters anymore, so I’m really afraid that I can’t help but start a massacre.

But suddenly, Qin Kun heard a gunshot, and then a child was crying.

The sound was loud and resounded throughout the streets.

When I stopped and went out, a group of gangsters wearing skeleton coats cruelly inserted their knife into the back of a blonde middle-aged man.

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

Among the gangsters in the skeleton leather jacket, a bald man with tattoos on his face, wearing a suit and smoking a cigar, walked down from an extended 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's hair and lifted it up and grinned.

He saw the dying middle-aged man, spit out, turned his gaze, and looked at the opposite side not far away.
Chapter completed!