The God of Death in American Comics

Half an hour later, outside Gru's Donuts on Bleecker Street.

Ohmaeda walked out with a satisfied look on his face, fidgeting with a toothpick between his teeth.

Although Ohmaeda was a little uncomfortable with this kind of civilian life where he had to buy things by himself, there was no one around him who he could talk to.

Well, as if he noticed something, Ohmaeda quickly turned his head.

A young man who was dressed simply and looked young quickly lowered his head.

"Hey Qing, you're here too," a surprised voice came from the side. Steven, the newspaper delivery boy, stopped his bicycle and waved.

"Well, I'll buy something for Oliver." Qing turned his head, not daring to look at Ohmaeda's eyes.

"Let's go, I'll go there too." Steven, who has been struggling at the bottom of society all year round, may have seen something, so he walked up and patted the other party on the shoulder.

"Okay, okay."

"What you bought doesn't look like food, it's tree leaves."

"This is grass, herbs"

"Medicine, I know, this is a magical traditional Chinese medicine from Eastern countries"

Ao and Steven walked past Ohmaeda talking and laughing.

Could it be an illusion? Ohmaeda frowned. After all, his image as a landlord would attract attention wherever he went.

But the boy's look just now was one of fear and worry

Reaching out and touching his round chin, Omaeda rolled his eyes.

Follow me and have a look

"Thank you, Mr. Steven." Qing said politely before walking far.

"Qing, do you know that person?" Steven waved his hand nonchalantly.

Qing shook his head, thinking of this terrifying back figure who was inseparable from the green giant and destroyed a large area with one blow.

This fat man is a being that Qing can only look up to.

Perhaps, in the temple, only the Supreme Mage can subdue the opponent.

Also, the Supreme Master said that a distinguished guest would come to the temple. Qing had always made ceremonial preparations, but when would this distinguished guest come?

"I don't think that fat man is a good person. Look at the big gold chain and the hairstyle. I guess he is a gang member from the Chinese area."

"Mr. Steven, please don't generalize." Qing Yi spoke righteously, with an unusually serious tone.

His mother is Chinese.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to say this. In fact, you can just call me Steven. You don't have to be so polite."

I don't know why, but Steven cares very much about Qing, just like a big brother.

Of course, this is probably Steven's wishful thinking.

177 Bleecker Street.

"Okay, no need to apologize, Steven."

"Can I go in and have a look? Your home is really big."

This is true. In fact, Steven has long wanted to go in and have a look. He doesn't have any special intention. He just really wants to make Qing as a friend.

Even Old Man Li and Steven from No. 175 were invited in for drinks several times.

Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the temple.

Qing Gang wanted to shake his head and refuse, but then he thought of the Supreme Mage Gu Yi's instructions that day that a distinguished guest would come here.

Could it be Steven?

It seems that some decision has been made.

"Of course, Mr. Steven, please wait a moment, I'll go in and clean up." Subconsciously, Qing used honorifics.

After saying that, without waiting for Steven's reply, he opened the door and walked in.

"Hey kid, please stop being so polite." Steven waved his hand, but Qing had already entered the door.

"Actually, I'll just go in and sit for a while. There's no need to clean up or anything." He patted the door gently.

Out of respect for the wealthy family, Steven did not open the door rashly.

Instead, he was silent for two seconds, quickly patted the non-existent dust around his body, and straightened his collar.

This is more nervous than me going to heaven and earth, Steven swallowed and complained secretly.

There was a wave of fluctuation that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, and Steven only thought there was a breeze.

The temple door was opened, and Qing stood up with a heavy breath.

Bowed and said politely, "Please come in, Mr. Steven"

"" Steven was stunned.

"Qing, I, I actually don't have that much etiquette. You make me feel uncomfortable all over."

Qingye didn't know what to say for a moment. He was breathing heavily because he had just used magic power to close the maze of the temple.

"Come in then, Steven."

After an awkward reception, Steven walked into Qing's home

"Your home is so luxurious." Steven finally knew why Qing had refused his request to come to the house many times.

Look at these ancient calligraphy and paintings, this statue full of traces of time, this floor. In short, in Steven's eyes, this is a trench.

This is real trench

Well, this broken cloak is not bad, it is also installed in transparent glass.

Wait, is this cloak?

Steven instantly thought of many historical figures in his mind, such as Genghis Khan's cloak and Caesar's cloak.

Well, this needs to be kept.

Turning his head, Steven looked at the weapons on the side.

The moment Steven turned his head, he didn't notice that the red cloak moved strangely.

Qing quickly made an edit on the side, but did not interfere with the curious Steven, and just watched from the side.

蹭

There was a slight tinnitus of metal.

This is a real guy

At this time, footsteps came from behind the two of them.

Too bad I forgot to tell Master Oliver.

Qing turned around "Oliver um you are"

Casillas frowned and glanced at Steven, "When will mortals be able to enter the temple?"

Then preached "I am Casillas, I believe you have heard my name in Oliver."

Casillas Qing remembered that it was the Supreme Mage who was sent to sort out the magic hub of the temple. After all, Master Oliver had not fully recovered from the injury he suffered in the last incident.

"Master Casillas is the distinguished guest that the Supreme Mage has told to receive." Qing had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Guest of the Supreme Mage," he muttered, but Casillas showed no respect and looked arrogant.

Steven on the side was already immersed in a burst of fantasy vocabulary such as temples, wizards, and magic.

"Qing, this" Steven whispered behind Qing.

"This is a powerful mage, Casillas, who is here to help us."

Hearing this, Steven was about to nod. Regardless of whether he understood or not, nodding would always be the right thing to do.

An awkward smile appeared on his lips.

"Hello Cassie, Lias, Mage"

"Humph, I suspect that you broke into the temple on purpose. Now I must search your memory," Casillas said coldly.

I originally wanted to visit the city's anomaly monitoring point, but I didn't expect that one would teleport over and land in someone else's lair.

Casillas did not observe the details and retreated directly.

This made Casillas, who came to New York excitedly and wanted to do something big, a little melancholy, so he took it out on this distinguished guest first.

Of course, he didn't completely ignore it.

In Casillas' view, this is nothing more than a show of wealth between two young people.

Ancient Yi would say that an ordinary person is a distinguished guest

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