Dark Savages Come To the United States

What Luke Cage said made Bulkeso interested, completely ignoring Jill's pace of pulling his hand and wanting to leave.

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

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

He had already felt the breathtaking aura of the barbarian king's anger that day, and he also 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 weaknesses.

Those guys are not comic book villains who rush forward 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 Bulkelso, but such things are already the limit of what he can do.

After all, where in this world will someone give everything for no reason to help others? At least he, Luke Cage, doesn't have such a high awareness yet.

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

Luke Cage thought so in his heart, and at the same time felt that he was a little nosy.

It's a pity that he didn't know the pervert in tights he was talking about, and that brother Xia was almost a saint.

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

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

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

Who can expect a group that moves faster than their brains to think about the way out first?

If so, that group would not be called barbarians.

"Young man, do you seem to have misunderstood me? Why do you think I'm going to make a big deal out of this place?"

Bull Casso turned Jill's head, and suddenly found that the short stubble of hair felt good in the hand.

Luke Cage looked at Bulkelso as if he was looking at some monster.

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

With your courage to kill all the enemies!

If something happens in Hell's Kitchen, it will never be easily understood.

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

In addition, it will only end when the next group survives.

Jill reached out and pressed Bulkasso's big rough hand, and took it off her head.

"Well, if you insist."

Luke Cage still gave up on continuing the topic.

His sense of justice would allow him to say this to a stranger is the most benevolent.

"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."

Bulkelso glanced at Luke Cage with deep eyes, and pointed in the direction of his home.

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

Bulkeso finished the last sentence with a smile, and led Jill towards the supermarket.

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

Those convenience stores only have some instant food and food that can only fill the stomach, and they generally do not sell ingredients, after all, refrigerated ingredients also require costs.

"Uncle, what ingredients are we buying?"

Jill struggled to lift his little head, the only way to see the face of the tall Bulkelso.

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

But it wasn't a big deal, and if he had the chance to be a savage, Bulkelso wouldn't mind shedding a little blood to help him with his inauguration.

Although not every barbarian is as tall as Bulkelso, the shortest barbarian is also 1.8 meters tall.

Coupled with the Nephalem blood in Bulkelso's body that became closer to his ancestors as he became stronger, this kid would not be too short.

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

Bulkelso's voice was as quiet as it could be, but it still sounded like a loud cry.

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

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

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

Bulkelso could see the tears in Jill's eyes when he was talking about his mother, and he couldn't help but squat down and put his head on Jill's head.

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

Looking at Jill in front of him, Burkasso held back his tears abruptly, and couldn't help but feel some emotional fluctuations.

"If I had accepted the pursuit of those female warriors earlier, shouldn't I have a grandson by my side?" Bulkeso began to think wildly.

The female barbarian warriors are all tall and muscular, which actually fits the description of beautiful and moving.

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

Barbarian female warriors are very popular companions even in shelters. Of course, the premise is that you must be a strong person, otherwise these proud female warriors are not in the mood to start a family with a man who can't even kill demons. .

But Bulkasso still wanted to find a partner who didn't quite resemble him. After all, one barbarian in a family was enough.

A soldier left the battlefield and lost the environment that made him have to concentrate on doing things, but his brain was unprecedentedly active.

It would be better to say that there were only a few issues that he thought about the most during his combat career.

Where are the demons?

Backpack full, don't take me for a mule.

Where is the way to the next level?

Besides, this guy doesn't even think about what his next meal will be.

After all, you can't expect much food from a guy who can fill a hut with hard black bread.

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

He has only one requirement for food, that is, as long as it can be eaten.

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

Jill tried hard to get out of Bulkasso's clutches, but with one hand held he was no match for the barbarian's power.

Bulkelso, who was caught in Hu Sui's wild thoughts, didn't feel his struggle at all.

After all, how to make him feel something is something that even the devil is curious about.

Every time they saw that Bulkelso was covered in wounds all over his body, but when he waved his weapons blankly to kill them, those demons would doubt whether they were angels, and Bulkelso was the devil.

Neither flame nor arcane power could make him make a sound, and even if the poison dyed his body a miserable green, he could still chop off the demon's head without any reaction.

"Okay, then let's start shopping."

Bulkeso stood up and led Jill towards the supermarket.