Dark Savages Come To the United States

Luke Cage's words made Bulkesso interested, completely ignoring Jill's step of pulling his hand to leave.

"I'm not talking about this guy to you, I mean if you don't have relatives, then you may be prosperous in this place, but you carry a burden."

Of course, Luke Cage saw Bourkesso's interested gaze, and quickly changed the subject.

On that day, he had already felt the soul-stirring aura of the King of Barbarians' anger, and he believed that even if Jin Bing wanted to hurt this tall and burly old man, he would not get any good results.

But it's different now. A strong man with a child means he has a weakness.

Those guys are not comic villains who rush up to fight openly, but gang members who will use everything available to achieve their goals.

Luke Cage's excess sense of justice made him bite the bullet and remind Bourkessel, but this kind of thing is already the limit of what he can do.

After all, where in this world would anyone give their all to help others for no reason? At least he, Luke Cage, is not so conscious yet.

That kind of person is a saint and will never appear in Hell's Kitchen.

Luke Cage thought this in his heart, and at the same time he wondered if he was a little nosy.

It's a pity that he didn't know the tight-fitting pervert he said, and that younger brother, Xia, was almost a saint.

The reason why it is close is because he would not naively choose to influence those bastards, but would break his hands and feet and throw them at the door of the police station.

"Are you afraid that this little guy will be involved in the incident I caused?"

Burkeseau seemed to be thinking, and those who knew him knew that when the savage showed a thoughtful expression, it was not that he was thinking, but that he was bored.

Who can expect a group of people whose hands are faster than their brains to figure out what to do next?

If so, that group would not be called barbarians.

"Young man, what do you seem to have misunderstood me? Why do you think I will make a big deal in this place?"

Bourkessel coiled Jill's head, and suddenly found that the short hair stubble actually felt good.

Luke Cage looked at Burkesso as if he were looking at some monster.

With the temper that Bourkesso showed that day, why did he think he would not cause trouble in this place full of violence?

With your audacity to slaughter all enemies!

If something goes wrong in Hell's Kitchen, it will never be easy to understand.

It will only gradually expand from the dispute between the two to the two groups, until the higher-level people can't stand it, all this will subside.

Besides that, it can only end when the next group survives.

Jill reached out and held down Bulkesso's big rough hand and took it off his head.

"Well, if you insist."

Luke Cage gave up the topic of continuing.

His sense of justice allowed him to say these things to a stranger.

"If you need help one day, you can find me at the blacksmith shop over there. Don't worry, there is only my blacksmith shop there."

Burkessel glanced at Luke Cage with meaningful eyes, and pointed in the direction of his house.

"Whether it's a sword or protective gear, I always have what you want."

Bourcasso finished the last sentence with a smile, and walked towards the supermarket with Jill.

In this country, if you want to buy some fresh food raw materials, the best choice is to go to the supermarket.

In those convenience stores, there are only some fast food and food that can only fill the stomach, and they generally do not sell the ingredients. After all, refrigerated ingredients also cost money.

"Uncle, what ingredients do we buy?"

Jill raised his small head vigorously, only in this way could he see the tall Bourkesso's face.

For an eleven-year-old child, the height of about 1.3 meters is a bit short.

But it's not a big deal. If he has the chance to become a barbarian, Bourkesso doesn't mind bleeding a little to help him complete the inauguration ceremony.

Although not every barbarian is as tall as Bulkesso, the shortest barbarian is also one meter eight.

With the addition of the Nephalem bloodline in Bulkesuo's body, which is getting closer and closer to his ancestors as he becomes stronger, this kid will not be too short.

"The first thing is to buy some vegetables you like, and some seasonings that I like. Of course, there must be some meat."

Bourkesso's voice was as low as he could, but it still sounded like a loud shout.

Fortunately, they have not yet entered the relatively confined space of the supermarket.

Otherwise, the ordinary people around him are afraid that they will suffer unpredictable disasters.

"Then I have to buy some milk. My mother said that I need to drink milk to grow taller."

Burkeseau could see the tears in Jill's eyes when he was talking about his mother, and he couldn't help crouching down and tucked Jill's head.

"Then buy more. I think our refrigerator needs to be filled with something."

Seeing Jill holding back her tears, Bourcasso couldn't help feeling some emotional fluctuations.

"If I had accepted the pursuit of those female warriors earlier, wouldn't I have my grandson by my side?" Bourkesso began to wonder.

The women who get the barbarian warriors are all tall and sturdy types, which actually fits the description of beautiful and moving.

Powerful muscles, strong but not rigid body, can be called attractive.

Barbarian warrior women are very popular companions even in shelters, but of course you have to be strong, otherwise these arrogant warrior women are not in the mood to start a family with a man who can't even kill demons ~www.NovelMTL.com~ But Bourkesso still wants to find a partner who is not very similar to him, after all, a barbarian in a family is enough.

A soldier leaves the battlefield and loses the environment that made him have to concentrate on his work, but his brain is unprecedentedly active.

It would be better to say that there are only a few questions that he has thought about the most in his combat career.

Where is the devil?

The backpack is full, don't treat me like a mule.

Where is the road to the next floor?

Besides, this guy can't even think about what to eat next.

After all, a guy who can fill a hut with hard brown bread, you can't expect him to have much appetite for food.

He is not a mage who pursues refinement, nor is he a monk with faith.

He has only one requirement for food, and that is to eat it.

"Uncle, don't touch the top of your head anymore, I feel like my head is about to be covered with pulp."

Jill tried hard to get rid of Burkesso's clutches, but he couldn't resist the power of the barbarians with one hand in his hands.

Burkeseau, whose struggle was caught in his wild thoughts, didn't feel it at all.

After all, how to make him feel that is something that even demons are curious about.

Every time they saw that Bulkesso had wounds all over his body, but he swung his weapons to kill him expressionlessly, those demons would doubt whether they were angels, and Bulkesso was the devil.

The power of flames and arcane spells couldn't make him make a sound. Even if the poison dyed his body pale green, he could chop off the demon's head without any reaction.

"Okay, then let's start shopping."

Bourcasso stood up and led Jill towards the supermarket.