Dark Savages Come To the United States

Jill found that since he started drinking milk on time every day, his height began to change rapidly.

From the shortest one in the class, it has grown to a medium level.

After daily exercise, his body is no longer as thin as before, and there are some traces of muscle.

Jill, who was getting off the school bus now, saw the big lock hanging on the blacksmith's shop from a distance. He knew that Bourkesso was now driving the pickup truck he had been eyeing for a long time on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Outside the blacksmith's shop, a tall woman was carrying a bottle of vodka, sitting on the bench that Bourkesso often used to daze.

There were also two plastic bags on the bench, one of which looked like a pizza.

Jill didn't know this woman, but he always felt a little familiar.

"You are?"

Jill walked to a place not far from the blacksmith shop and shouted at this woman.

He carefully kept his distance, intending to turn around and flee at any time.

In the past few days, he has known that there is a car of agents on the other side of the road, and if there is any danger, he will follow Coulson's instructions and run there.

"I'm Jessica Jones, isn't the owner of the blacksmith shop? I've been waiting for him for about two hours."

Holding a half bottle of vodka, Jessica waved at Jill.

It can be seen that Jessica is a guy who acts faster than his head.

"He'll be back soon..."

Before Jill finished speaking, Bulkesso passed through the portal and appeared in the sight of the two of them.

"I'm XX, that XX Maddock!"

Bourkesso walked out of the portal cursing, and his words were passed on to the ears of several people present.

The agents in the car hurriedly recorded Maddock's name. They didn't know why their boss asked them to record everything that could be recorded, but it was nothing to think about. That's their job.

At a glance, Burkeseau saw Jill who was looking at him with wide eyes, and he quickly swallowed the swear words that followed.

"It's a little bit of time today, Jill, come in."

In front of Jessica, Bourkessel pulled the heavy lock away with force, and then threw the lock to the ground aside.

Those agents were not too shocked. Coulson had already asked Bourkessel about the lock, and he even tried the unlocking process himself.

It's just that Coulson's arm was sore for a few days because of the excessive force.

These agents also tried it themselves while Bourkesso was away. Now S.H.I.E.L.D. has one more bet, and that is who can open the lock.

Now the prize pool has accumulated more than 3,000 yuan.

As for Jessica, although she is very reckless, she is not stupid enough to break the door lock of the benefactor's house.

"Well, I'm here to pay the last payment."

Jessica hurriedly spoke up, she felt as if she had been ignored by Burkeseau.

"Ow."

Burkeseau responded like this, and then walked into the blacksmith's shop without looking back. Although he didn't forget about the reward, he didn't pay much attention to it.

As long as Jessica keeps her promise, the barbarians won't be offended.

"thanks."

Jessica followed Bourkessel in with the bag at hand.

Jill ran over after seeing Bourkesso coming back, and he didn't have to deal with strangers as carefully as before. After all, it is estimated that there is no one in this world who can hurt Bulkessel in front of him.

"Jill, go wash your hands first, and lunch will be ready soon."

Bourkesso walked directly to the stove, turned on the fire, and took out the milk and vegetable salad from the refrigerator.

He did the series of actions of adding milk to the pot and heating it on the fire very smoothly. After all, this is the most familiar thing Bourkesso is most familiar with these days besides forging.

"I brought food, and I didn't thank you for that meal last time."

Jessica looked a little embarrassed. Originally, she thought that Bourkesso took the money very seriously, but now she seems to have forgotten her.

What Bourkesso paid attention to was not the reward, but the promise. Since Jessica Jones had come, the promise was not in vain.

that's enough.

"Well, the oven is over there."

Bourkessel pointed his finger in the direction of the oven, which he didn't use much.

Every day he buys salad and boiled milk, and he doesn't need those things.

Is it possible to put the brown bread in and heat it up?

That thing was surprisingly hard, and heating it up wouldn't change anything, on the contrary, it was even more difficult to spit it out.

Jessica Jones was completely defeated by Bourkessel's direct attack. Isn't this place Bourkessel's home?

Why does he seem to be a guest and doesn't care about anything?

Jessica heated the food in a hurry, and then brought it to the wooden table. The air was filled with the aroma of pizza.

"Uncle, are you still driving on the mountain today?"

Jill was very concerned about that majestic pickup, and he wanted to sit on it and feel it.

"Well, it's those old guys who are always making a fuss."

Jessica looked at Bourkessel's white hair, her brain a little confused.

An old man said that other old guys were always making a fuss, which surprised her a little.

There may be a reason why Jessica's brain was affected by the purple man, which caused the reaction to be slower, but this kind of thing is really a weird thing.

Jessica now just wants to hand over the reward to Bourkesso and leave.

But she was instantly overwhelmed by the aroma of just-boiled milk.

"Well, this is the reward I promised, you see..."

"Well, leave it there."

Bourkessel's attitude was the same as before.

"Uncle, when can you take me for a ride?"

Jill held a fork and poked at the salad on the plate, complaining a little.

"Well, after I write down the traffic rules."

Bourkesso didn't mean to be perfunctory, every word he said was serious.

"When can you write it down, you haven't seen that thing these days~www.NovelMTL.com~ Jill is getting more and more aggrieved, and during the time he spent with Bourkesso, Jill felt the affection.

During this period of time, Bourkesso got used to Jill's presence. Moreover, Burkeseau is also tolerant of children, provided that the child has the appearance of a child.

A moderate act of coquetry will make Bourkesso agree to some things.

And Jill was sensible and never made any demands.

It's just that he's been going to and from the school and the blacksmith these days, so it's really boring.

Especially after school, Bourkesso would only take him to the holy mountain of Harrogath on weekends, and apart from the white snow on the holy mountain, there were the spirits of the ancestors who always hid their bodies.

It's not a good play area for a child either.

What else can that kind of blizzard do besides snowball fights?

Besides, let an ordinary child have a snowball fight on a high mountain, with whom? And those barbarian ancestors? As long as he's not afraid of a snowball bigger than the table burying him directly.

"Soon. I promise."

Burkeseau assured Jill in a serious tone.

"Well, is the milk ready?"

Now Jessica just feels a strong hunger coming from her body, she just wants to eat now.

"Okay, let's start eating."

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"By the way, why does the barbarian go out every week, but we always get lost?"

The two detectives in the car were whispering.

Bourkessel would go to the New York Sanctuary every week. Although he did not intend to hide his whereabouts, ordinary people would not be able to enter that area without guidance.

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