Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

Although I still don't understand a series of terms such as 'God Prisoner', 'Godhead', 'Upper Class', 'Age of the Gods', etc., it does not affect Qin Weijie's listening to the story, and he can probably understand what the situation is.

Although he is very curious about the history of magic in this world, Qin Weijie also knows that some things have no right to know unless they have a certain status, and Qin Weijie does not intend to know too much.

He just needs to know how to get rid of the gaze of the current 'death'. It is best to kill the grandson once and for all, and then find a place with beautiful scenery, build a house, live in it, and have nothing to do with the dog, yo bird, bully bully tom...

Huh? its not right! Lao Tzu's seclusion life should be rosy, how come a Tom came in! No Tom, no Tom... No base, no base! Build a house next to him, and let him marry Irina as his wife. I'll run over to eat something if I have nothing to do... um, perfect!

"I'm going! What kind of brain circuit am I! What kind of retirement life is YY at this time? I'm starting to yearn for retirement life when I'm not an adult..." Qin Weijie patted his head in annoyance, and then murmured: "By the way! That fake monk seems to know about Master and them..."

Qin Weijie suddenly remembered that what the fake monk told him last night was that the old cow's nose had already emerged!

Although Lao Niubi and senior brother and the others were destined to be unlucky when they went down the mountain, and I had a hunch that such a day would come, but when I learned that Lao Niubi was dead, I couldn't help feeling sad.

Right now, I still need to hurry to find those two fake monks and fake half-immortals. They are mysterious, and they don't seem to have any ill will towards him. It's his little brother.

Although the fake half-immortals are not the brothers who are familiar with him at first glance, but the world's Taoism is intertwined, and it has been almost two thousand years since the ancestral court was established. , how much can have some relationship.

Maybe the guy who looks like a 'fake half-immortal' is really a disciple of one of his own uncles and uncles, and he can't speak properly. The seniority of the Taoist sect... I can't tell!

Soul Mother: "I haven't told you yet, who killed me..."

"Does it mean to me who killed you? Don't waste my time" Qin Weijie pouted and walked out the door: "It's so boring if someone kills you, let me know when someone gets on you!"

Speaking of Qin Weijie's direct isolation of the soul mother in the Nether Stone, the sudden appearance of this guy has scared him more than once. For the sake of his own heart, Qin Weijie decided to isolate him for the time being.

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Qin Weijie walked out of Bunker No. 6 with familiarity, an acquaintance he met just after arriving at the door.

"Lawrence, Old Jack! Did you see two guys dressed in strange clothes?..." Qin Weijie briefly described the appearance of the fake monk and the fake half-immortal, and then looked at Lawrence and Old Jack.

Lawrence and Old Jack pondered at this moment, as if they were recalling the two people Qin Weijie described.

From Qin Weijie's attitude towards them, it can be concluded that Patrick probably cast a 'forgetting spell' on them or changed their memories.

Needless to say, it doesn't matter if Old Jack doesn't change his memory. Qin Weijie didn't bully him, but Lawrence is different. This guy was locked in an empty room by Qin Weijie for more than a week.

See that bald patch on this guy's head? It was Qin Weijie who shaved him, and he didn't even receive any money!

Lawrence: "I think I saw them near the cooking class half an hour ago!"

"Okay! Thanks Lawrence, I'll go first!"

Saying that, Qin Weijie walked towards the cooking class.

Looking at Qin Weijie's back, Lawrence scratched the alopecia areata on his head, and said to Old Jack, "Why does the ghost on my head keep itching when I see Jerry this kid..."

"Go back and grab some ginger!" Old Jack said while taking a puff of his pipe.

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A few minutes later, Qin Weijie came to the front of the cooking class and looked at the time difference between fifteen and eleven. The cooking class should be busy preparing lunch at noon.

Qin Weijie went in familiarly. During this time, he accompanied Ergou to steal food. Qin Weijie was also very familiar with the cooking class.

"Catch him! Don't let that fat man run away!"

"Dog stuff! Come and steal stuff again!"

"It must be this fat man! It's been a few weeks, stealing every day, how shameless you are!!"

There was a loud noise, and a group of foreigners chased the chubby 'fake monk' with kitchen knives in mind, as if they wanted to chop him into minced meat.

While running, the fake monk stuffed bread into his mouth and muttered the explanation in Chinese language: "Donor, the poor monk is hungry, so find something to eat! Don't kill them all! Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!!"

It was rare to have such a lively look. Qin Weijie tilted his head with great interest to watch the play.

Who knows that the fake monk is not very particular. Seeing Qin Weijie watching a play, he ran towards Qin Weijie directly.

"Little fellow Daoist, help the rivers and lakes!" After speaking, the fake monk had already come to Qin Weijie.

Qin Weijie's face changed, and he felt like he was stepping on his upper body, and the expression pack of the **** of death without crying instantly reappeared: "Boss, don't come here!!"

Qin Weijie wanted to escape, but it was obviously too late.

The fake monk was not particular at all, he put a large piece of bread into his mouth, and then an overlord lifted Qin Weijie up: "Offend~"

"Nani? What are you doing?" Qin Weijie asked, but he knew the fake monk's intention before he finished speaking.

I saw that the fake monk actually used Qin Weijie as a hidden weapon to sacrifice, and rammed into the group of cooks who came after him.

The next second, people turned on their backs, and under Qin Weijie lay four or five big men with kitchen knives, all of them screaming and wailing.

Qin Weijie was already injured, and now it's getting worse.

But Qin Weijie had no choice but to look up at the sky forty-five degrees, and sighed inwardly, "What kind of trouble did I make? ’

Ten minutes later, Qin Weijie limped in a trench to find the fat white fake monk.

The fake monk actually hid in the trenches indifferently, eating bread and ham, and sitting next to the fake demigod wearing sunglasses.

Seeing Qin Weijie coming over, the fake monk smiled and gave Qin Weijie a Buddha salute: "Young Daoist friend Bo Yuntian is a great kindness! I don't ask about the name of the poor monk, I would like to thank the little Daoist friend here!"

Qin Weijie: "..."

Qin Weijie has broken the monk's heart now. Over the years, only Qin Weijie has bullied people. When has he been treated like this? After all, this is the first time Qin Weijie has seen a guy who is more shameless than himself!

"You know why I came to you, how did Lao Niubi die? How are my brothers?" Qin Weijie didn't bother to talk to such a shameless guy, so he went straight to the point.

Because Qin Weijie knows that this fake monk's 'no-phase magic' is much higher than him, and he has reached the realm of 'death shameless'. This kind of person is not something that ordinary people like him can match~www.wuxiamtl.com ~Do not ask the monk smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, blind man, I have seen your fellow junior brother, so don't hurry up and introduce it."

Sitting aside, the fake half-immortal wearing sunglasses didn't even look at Qin Weijie, but still looked straight ahead, saluting in his hand: "I don't know the name of the poor road, and the people of Jianghu are called "unheard people"!"

"Don't hear it? Don't ask? You have a sense of CP with your dao and dharma names!" Qin Weijie couldn't help but complain: "I know all of them, so hurry up and say my master... No, what's wrong with that old cow's nose!"

"Young Daoist friend hasn't introduced your Dao name yet..." Do not ask the monk Dao

Qin Weijie was a little irritable: "No"

"Let's call it one, although the name of the slogan should be given by the master, but the little daoist and teacher have suffered, and now there is only you, the only one left. Get one for yourself!" Don't ask the monk very bad, with a smile on his face.

"So casual!?"

Don't ask the monk: "You can do it as you like!"

"Can't you take it?"

"You can't take it"

"You won't tell me what happened to Niubi if you don't take the route number?"

"Don't tell~" Monk Buwen ate a mouthful of oily ham, his mouth full of grease, and a smile on his face.

Qin Weijie was extremely annoyed by being forced to, so he decided to take a random Taoist number: "God bald donkey! My Taoist name is dry bald donkey!"

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