Dark Savages Come To the United States

A few days have passed since the previous tragedy, which was characterized as a firefight between gangs and ended.

Gu Yi is still busy in this world, but only occasionally comes to bring some famous wines from all over the world to Bourkeseau, and then stop for a while.

As for that boy.

"Jill, you are still far from forging!"

Looking at Jill, who was struggling to lift the hammer, Bourcasso happily put the wine bottle in his hand into his mouth, feeling the feeling of the wine flowing down his throat.

"Uncle! When will you teach me to become stronger!"

Jill laboriously put the hammer next to the iron felt, and looked at Bourkessel with his hands on his hips. A pair of blue eyes gleamed with hope.

"Before you can become a warrior, you must go to school!"

Bourkesso put the empty bottle on the table and made a crisp sound.

This brat is extraordinarily sharp, and whenever Bourkesso plans to go out to clean up the gangsters at the time, this brat can always appear at the door of the room.

Bourcasso doubted what spell was set by Gu Yi in his room, and he would tell the kid whenever he planned to go out.

Although Burkesso can perceive the existence of energy, he really has no good way to deal with those hidden spells.

Even when the barbarians were most prosperous back then, countless barbarian warriors fell under the very conspicuous spells of the demons.

No one can ask barbarians to be sensitive to spells, this group is inherently reckless.

"Why do I go to school? I want to be as strong as you, or even stronger than you!"

Jill's rhetoric made Bourkesso laugh heartily, and the loud noise shook the humble house, and even the fine dust began to fall.

"I like your straightforward nature! But savages are not brainless!"

Burkeseau looked at Jill in front of him, and his expression became serious.

"Let me tell you, you may never feel the feeling of facing killing every time you open your eyes, and you may not be like me, who can easily survive in this world by relying on powerful strength!"

Jill was a little uncomfortable with Bourkessel's seriousness. In the past few days, he had already figured out Bourkessel's character.

After all, savages are really too understanding.

"You must live in this world. If you don't want to wander the streets like those **** a hundred times, then your best way is to study hard!"

Bulkessel hadn't decided whether to let this kid accept the barbarian's trial, but no matter what Bourkessel would choose in the end, it would be a long time later.

After all, even children who grew up in shelters wanted to become warriors, they had to wait until they were about sixteen years old to receive those trainings.

Jill, who is only eleven years old now, is still a long way off.

"Listen, kid! If you still want to be a fighter when you're sixteen, I'll consider training you. Before that, you must study hard, at least get admitted to that creeper league school, Did you hear it!"

Bourkessel spoke to the child very seriously, in exchange for a roll of eyes from Jill.

"That's called the Ivy League, and by the time I get into those schools, I'm afraid I'll be almost twenty years old!"

Bulkasso's memory as an earthling is obviously almost gone. He still remembers some common sense things, such as buying things that cost money, but he has long since forgotten those odds and ends.

Even things like guns, he only remembered them after seeing them.

"Then let's go to clean up now, and then we go to eat!"

Bourkessel didn't feel embarrassed at all. After all, what's so embarrassing about this kind of thing?

Could it be more embarrassing than the "intimate" contact between the warrior monk in Karasim and the Alanya spider after a blast?

I have to say that after Jill lived here, Bourkesso became a lot more cheerful, added a lot of fun to his life, and even the forging of weapons slowed down.

Also, after this child came, the blacksmith shop was much cleaner.

At least it won't happen that a piece of charcoal ash is sprinkled on the ground to be clean.

And Burkeseau finally got used to going back to bed when he went to bed.

"What shall we eat? Or should we eat pizza from the restaurant we frequent?"

Jill's words were filled with disgust. After all, as a newcomer, Bourkesso knew there was something delicious in the area?

The reason why he was able to discover this pizza shop was when he took Jill to the street to buy daily necessities.

"No, this time I'm going to let you **** craft!"

Bourkessel felt a little excited as he touched his beard.

As a soldier, the most common food he eats is the kind of black bread that can be used to break nails. After all, that thing is very strong and will not go bad.

Even the mice in the shelter won't want to eat this stuff, so just spreading the floor in a storage can guarantee food problems for a long time.

Isn't that perfect?

But the barbarians also have their own specialties, but after they set foot on the battlefield, they have no time to tinker with these things.

"What is it? Is it black bread that can kill people?"

Jill had doubts about Bourkessel's tongue since the first time he dined with Bourkessel.

He even thinks that Bourkesso's willingness to like spirits is because his dull tongue can only feel the burning sensation of spirits.

Jill said with a hint of disgust.

"No, it's meat! I'll make you a barbecue, barbarian style! You must know that we only make this kind of food when we worship our ancestors once a year!"

Burkeseau said loudly.

At this time, outside the door of the blacksmith shop, Master Gu Yi smiled when he heard Bulkesuo's cheerful laughter.

She put a square box outside the house and left again.

She is still busy all over the world every day, just like just now, she just repaired Mephisto once on the border of Serbia.

Next she was going to have a heart-to-heart with Dormammu.

Bourcasso felt the arrival of Gu Yi, and understood why Gu Yi left. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

But how could he prevent a warrior from setting foot on the battlefield? Unfortunately, this world is not his battlefield.

"I said, are all barbarians the same as you?"

Jill looked at Bourkessel and initiated an invitation to listen to the story.

"Of course not. Are all your classmates in school the same as you?"

Burkeseau looked at Jill and showed a contemptuous expression just right.

Maybe teasing children is his favorite entertainment these days.

"Those guys are all very personal, such as the outrageous guy who is careful in everything.

Before each battle, he had to bring six or seven weapons and three sets of armor. Saying that the weapon may be damaged, robbed by the enemy, or even lost, one set of armor must be worn, and one set must be spared, as well as a spare set.

If you want me to say, what kind of warrior is he who can take away his weapon or lose it by the enemy? Rather, he had some truth in what he said. "

Speaking of this, Bourkesso couldn't help but think of his pair of broken swords.

The pair of knives had accompanied Bulkesuo for many years, and no demon could ever leave marks on the weapons, so he never thought about the damage to the weapons.

If the explosion of the dark soul stone didn't send him to this world, how could he fight Malthael with a pair of broken double swords?

Thinking of this, Bourcasso picked up a new bottle of beer, and rudely lifted the lid of the can and poured it into his mouth.

This kind of cheap beer is more like a mouthwash to Bourkeseau, but it is good to have a little drink.

"You really don't want to go to your father?"

Burkeseau looked at Jill with some hesitation.