Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

"Meow!"

The Yuan Devouring Beast yelled into Qian Song's ear.

"What's the matter? I'm finally going to have a baby?" Qian Song asked expectantly.

The Yuan Devourer looked at Qian Song speechlessly.

It decided that, in order not to worry Qian Song and prevent him from doubting him in the future, it had to simulate a complete set of cat digestive organs in its body.

How many people dream of a lively and lovely cat that never poops?

Forget it, since you want shit, I'll give it to you.

"Meow."

The Yuan Devouring Beast screamed again, jumped out of Qian Song's arms, and ran towards the alley ahead.

"Hey, little Tom, where are you going?" Qian Song shouted from behind and chased after him.

The alley is not deep, but also very wide. This should be the back door of the restaurants on Qian Street. As soon as you approach it, you can smell a strong smell of spoiled grease.

This country is indeed the most wasteful country in the world. The trash cans are filled with burgers or sandwiches and other food that have only been eaten for one or two bites. Whole glasses of Coke and orange juice are thrown away without even opening the lid.

At first, Qian Song thought that the orange cat had committed a bad habit of being a stray cat, and wanted to look for food in the trash can, but saw the cat jumped onto the top of a huge iron trash can and watched it condescendingly.

Next to the trash can, four or five white youths were beating up a thin black teenager.

No matter how much the boy cried and begged for mercy, the fists and feet that landed on him had no intention of stopping at all.

Qian Song found it unbelievable. Could it be that his little cat likes to watch people fight?

Not so much, right?

Moreover, although this place is not far from Hell's Kitchen, it is still considered a wealthy area. The security has always been good, and there are patrols passing by from time to time. These fools beat up an unarmed teenager in broad daylight.

"Police! The police are coming!" Qian Song shouted loudly.

Several young white men who were beating him stopped when they heard this, and turned to look toward the alley in panic.

When they saw that there were no policemen, they began to spit at Qian Song. The strongest bald man among them walked over at a pace that no relatives recognized. Half a head tall, a bit majestic.

If it wasn't for Qian Song's specially adjusted figure to be very tall when shaping the avatar, the muscles are bulged and angular, and full of strength, otherwise this guy rushed over and did it without saying a word.

"Who are you?" The bald man revealed the tattoo that stretched from his neck to his collarbone. The tattoo was still in traditional Chinese regular script: [I have pain].

It is estimated that he himself does not know what these Chinese characters mean.

Qian Song has long heard that some foreigners like to tattoo some strange Chinese characters on their bodies, but he never thought that seeing it with his own eyes today would be a pleasure.

"I'm your grandfather." Qian Song introduced himself with a serious face, so that the bald man didn't doubt the authenticity of this sentence at the first moment.

After five or six seconds, the bald man finally tasted it: "WTF?"

Qian Song maintained a serious expression, and patiently explained: "Don't you understand the word 'grandfather'? Then let me put it another way, I am your father's father."

"Fakeyou!" The bald man became angry and hit Qian Song on the bridge of the nose with a fist as big as a sandbag.

Qian Song easily dodged the punch, and then slapped the bald man on the mouth: "Didn't your mother teach you to be filial to your elders? How dare you hit your grandfather?"

The bald man was thrown into the air by the slap, his front teeth were broken, blood spurted wildly, he fell to the ground after falling far away, wilted.

Maybe he was in a coma, maybe he was pretending to be unconscious, Qian Song didn't care, he didn't use any force at all, let alone kill him.

The remaining few white youths were shocked. They didn't bring any guys in broad daylight. After watching countless kung fu movies, they felt that they had encountered a hard problem today.

In the eyes of these white people, Qian Song's skin color and appearance were exactly the standard face of male protagonists in Asian kung fu movies.

Yes, although this Marvel world does not have Bruce Lee, it does not lack Bruce Zhang San and Bruce Wang Wu. It also has a rich kung fu movie culture.

Several people moved away from the black teenager who was beaten, trying to escape, but found Qian Song standing at the exit of this dead end, which was the only way to pass.

After they moved aside, Qian Song saw the victim's face clearly. He happened to know that it was Daisy's brother Jason, whom he had just met half an hour ago.

This kid is really unlucky, he was beaten up at school and came to find his sister, and ran out crying to be beaten by this group of social bastards, which is too miserable.

Just as Qian Song was about to say hello and ask him to follow him, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

On the wall behind the boy, there is a faint pattern in the shape of a goat's head.

Why do you say "vaguely"?Because this pattern seems to breathe, it gradually becomes clear and then fades, fades to disappear and then slowly appears.

Qian Song scratched his head and took a few steps forward.

Seeing this, several young white men were taken aback, and took a few steps back collectively.

Qian Song did not rush up to Kai Wushuang and knock them down. Instead, he bent down, grabbed the bald man by his collar, and picked him up with one hand. He judged from the frequency of eyeball movement under his eyelids that this guy was pretending to be dizzy, so he gave two Big Mouth: "Wake up, stand still!"

The bald man really "woke up", and he was about to cry: "Why is it always me? Why are you staring at me and beating me alone?"

Qian Song was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, pointed to the wall behind Jason and asked the bald man, "Did you see the pattern on the wall?"

The bald man turned his head and looked carefully for a long time. There was nothing on the wall except oily smoke, so he had no choice but to answer honestly: "No."

Qian Song frowned. It seemed that ordinary people couldn't see that pattern.

He glanced suspiciously at his orange cat. He had long heard that cats can see things that humans cannot see. Could it be that it was attracted by this pattern?

The orange cat was licking its own leg hair, and when it saw Qian Song looking at it, it acted "foolishly".

"It seems I'm overthinking it." Qian Song murmured. He walked up to Jason and said hello: "Hey, Jason!"

Jason's mental state does not seem normal.

His eyes were closed, his lips were trembling, his brows were furrowed as if he was wagging, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

If that was the case, it could be explained as being hit in the internal organs, or the wound was too painful.

But he kept repeating a strange language in his mouth, which was quite weird.

Qian Song felt that it was too difficult and almost impossible for human vocal cords to produce such a sound.

As the spell-like language recited by Jason became more and more urgent, the patterns on the wall behind him became clearer and more stable.

Finally, Jason stopped the spell, and with an evil smile on his lips, he said something that everyone present could understand:

"Do you want to gain power, boy?"