Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits.

Chapter 239: More about Zhang Qian’s adventures

At night, a street somewhere in Nanhai.

Zhang Qian widened her beautiful eyes:

"Old...Boss...I'm coming out of prison now?"

Huang Jie actually has the ability to travel through space? !

Never seen it before!

This must be a reward from the Hunter Guild!

Otherwise, when facing Desmond, Huang Jie could have run away with him.

His determination to work hard for the Hunter Guild became even more unshakable.

Huang Jie nodded.

Zhang Qian pondered for a while:

"But, does this count as a prison break? Does it really matter?"

Huang Jie glanced in the direction of the Public Security Bureau and sneered disdainfully.

The Hunter's Guild is doing business, does the Security Bureau dare to ask one more question?

Besides, they just took away a woman who was of no use to them.

Huang Jie took out a devil fruit from his bag and handed it to Zhang Qian:

"This is your mission reward.

You have been away from home for half a year, you can choose to go home now. "

Zhang Qian only heard the first half of Huang Jie's words.

mission rewards! Devil Fruit!

The following words have been automatically filtered.

Zhang Qian's eyes turned into crescent moons and she said sweetly:

"Thank you, boss!"

Huang Jie shook his head, spread his wings and flew into the sky.

Zhang Qian opened her mouth and bit on the devil fruit.

[Causal fruit: C level]

[Consume spirituality and store the damage received. 】

[Consume spirituality again to release the stored damage. 】

Zhang Qian took a breath.

Hiss~ This devil fruit is a bit skinny!

What harm can my small body withstand?

Still saving?

The Devil Fruit she had longed for was much more useless than she imagined!

Zhang Qian was alone on the road in a daze.

Desmond was used to being monitored during this period, and she felt a little empty when she suddenly had nothing to do.

Since she ran away from home, she worked as a dancer in a bar in Nanhai.

She doesn't seem to go anywhere except the bar.

“Isn’t Rasputin’s Bar a Hunter’s Bar?

I'll go over there and take a look. "

Zhang Qian said something to herself and walked towards Rasputin Bar.

. . . . . . .

Rasputin Bar.

Rasputin's bar often holds mask dances, and guests who come here to play will be given a free mask.

Over time, many guests have become accustomed to wearing masks here and feel that it has a different flavor.

Zhang Qian secretly thought that she had come to the right place.

This is indeed the Hunter Bar!

For beauties like Zhang Qian, most bars will give her the greatest preferential treatment.

Only when there are beauties can there be old women, and only when there are old men can they make money.

If you are satisfied with the beautiful women, the bar will not worry about making money.

Especially for a girl with flowery arms like Zhang Qian, you can tell at a glance that she is a little girl who dominates the romantic world.

Therefore, Zhang Qian did not follow the formal procedure of ordering drinks and paying first.

There's even a marketing manager who hangs around her from time to time.

One is to take more care of them and increase their favorability.

two is. . . . . She hasn't paid yet and can't run away.

Zhang Qian felt quite excited when she first entered the bar. After dancing with the DJ for a while, she felt tired.

She was still in jail yesterday, but she is the only one who can come out to dance today.

While the marketing manager was waiting for Zhang Qian to check out with the payment code, Zhang Qian was stunned.

Where does she have money?

During this period of time, I have been eating and drinking from Desmond, and I have almost forgotten what money looks like.

Zhang Qian suddenly thought of something and looked directly at the marketing manager:

"Hit me!"

The marketing manager was also confused. What is this requirement?

Zhang Qian said excitedly:

"I don't have money to buy wine, so just give me a beating."

The marketing manager didn't expect such a good-looking girl to act rogue.

After confirming that Zhang Qian was not joking, the marketing manager whispered:

"Actually, you can sign bills at the bar. As long as you come here often, I can help you with credit."

Zhang Qian was unhappy:

"No! When can I get credit when I'm away from home?

You hit me! Why don't you beat me twice?

Whips, candles, whatever, are all fine! "

She just wanted to try the power of the Karma Fruit.

It would be fine to be beaten by an ordinary person.

The marketing manager finally got it.

This is either a female pervert or a psychopath.

The marketing manager suddenly felt a toothache

Rasputin was quite profitable, and he wouldn't beat up a beautiful woman in public just for a few hundred dollars.

Is the sale still done?

If he was deliberately looking for trouble, he would definitely let a few hungry men take good care of him.

But this woman is obviously not normal!

. . . . . . . .

Zhang Qian, who was kicked out, was still not convinced and said angrily:

“How can your boss make money if you let people drink Bawang wine like this?

This is a group of heartless people who have a hard time starting a business without a boss! "

"Good! What a wicked little girl! I like her!"

An old voice came from the corner.

Zhang Qian followed the sound and looked at the old man.

The old man wore a tattered red robe and covered his face with rags, leaving only a pair of eyes.

At this time, the old man was looking at her with admiration.

The old man continued:

"I saw everything you did inside, okay!

It is good to benefit others at the expense of oneself, and it is evil to benefit oneself at the expense of others.

And you, harming others and not benefiting yourself, and even harming yourself, are doing evil! good! "

Zhang Qian frowned.

Isn’t it mean to harm others without benefiting oneself?

Where did this weirdo come from?

Wait a minute, he’s covering his face!

Could it be a hunter from the Hunter Guild?

Zhang Qian wanted to identify the organization, but was afraid that this person was not a hunter and that her rash identification would expose the guild.

It would be nice if there was a secret code.

Zhang Qian's mind twitched and she said:

"The king of heaven overshadows the tigers of the earth?"

The old man didn't understand what Zhang Qian was saying.

He said seriously:

"Be my disciple, and I will teach you all my spiritual skills!"

Zhang Qian shook her head in disappointment.

This is definitely not a hunter, this is probably a psychopath.

Otherwise, why can't you answer such a simple question?

Zhang Qian prepared to leave without looking back. She had not found a place to stay tonight.

The old man suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qian and stared at her viciously:

"I said I would accept you as my disciple, how dare you leave?"

No matter how smart Zhang Qian was, she still noticed that this old man was unusual.

This is a combat awakener.

She instinctively used the 'Solar Staircase' and instantly transformed into a zombie.

Gray pupils, pale skin, and a sense of death coming from his body.

Looking at the zombie girl, the old man's eyes burst into light.

The love in his eyes became more and more intense:

"It turns out to be an undead awakener!

There are undead awakened people with such evil nature, this is God's eyes open! "

The old man clutched Zhang Qian's shoulders:

"You must be my apprentice, otherwise I will..."

Zhang Qian’s eyes lit up:

"Otherwise you'll beat me up?

Please be gentle. I have to test whether your hands are heavy first. "

The old man wanted to threaten him, but when he thought of the evil nature of this girl, he felt powerless.

The old man sighed:

"How can you be my apprentice?"

Zhang Qian asked:

"What can you teach me?"

The old man said proudly:

"I am the most proficient in curse spiritual arts!

After learning my spiritual skills, as long as you know the name, birthday, and face of the person you want to kill, you can kill someone from thousands of miles away! "

Zhang Qian felt that this old man was very pitiful.

He is obviously an awakened person, but he is a psychopath.

It is obvious that he is at an age where he can enjoy his old age, but he is still a middle school student outside.

She was thinking:

"Forget it, it's better not to embarrass him and find a reason to send him away."

Zhang Qian took out her cell phone, fiddled with it for a while, and handed it to the old man:

"This is this person. I have photoshopped his birthday and age on the photo.

If you kill him, I will be your apprentice. "

The old man took the phone, frowned and asked:

"Who is he?"

Zhang Qian said:

"My uncle."