Marvel's Cultivator

"Hehe." Johnny smiled awkwardly according to the atmosphere, then picked up the wine glass and drank silently, thinking silently in his heart.

"Hey, kid, you didn't make an appointment with someone for a duel, did you? Hahahahaha!" An old man wearing a cowboy hat sitting beside him leaned over, laughed and patted him with his hands, the lips on his lips The beard trembled with the grinning mouth.

Looking at the grinning stranger, Johnny couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help laughing together.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha, haha——"

After laughing for a while, he barely stopped laughing, waved his hand and explained:

"No, cowboys don't drive motorcycles, and I don't even have a cowboy hat."

The uncle disapproved, smiled and shook his head and said:

"That's not necessarily the case. Motorcycles are much easier to raise than horses. They won't get sick, don't need to eat often, and don't have to deal with that pile of horse manure."

Johnny didn't understand the other party's ridicule for a while, and explained it very seriously with the professional knowledge of a motorcycle stunt performer:

"Cars need repairs too, and the price of gas...something changes, like the oil crisis, and sometimes..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he didn't continue talking.

"Young man, you don't look well." The uncle who felt something was wrong slightly frowned and took a closer look at Johnny, caring.

"It's nothing."

Johnny took a sip of beer in silence, and said sadly: "I miss my father."

Although Ni smiled awkwardly according to the atmosphere, then picked up the wine glass and drank silently, thinking silently in his heart.

"Hey, boy, you won't make an appointment with someone to fight or something? Hahahahaha!" An uncle wearing a cowboy hat sitting beside him leaned over, laughed and patted him with his hands, the lips on his lips The beard trembled with the grinning mouth.

Looking at the grinning stranger, Johnny couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help laughing together.

"Hahahaha, hahahahahaha, haha——"

After laughing for a while, he barely stopped laughing, waved his hand and explained:

"No, cowboys don't drive motorcycles, and I don't even own a cowboy hat."

The uncle disapproved, smiled and shook his head and said:

"That's not necessarily the case. Motorcycles are much easier to raise than horses. They won't get sick, don't have to eat often, and don't have to deal with that pile of horse manure."

Johnny didn't understand the other party's ridicule for a while, and explained it very seriously with the professional knowledge of a motorcycle stunt performer:

"Cars need repairs too, and the price of gas...something changes, like the oil crisis, and sometimes..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he didn't continue talking.

"Young man, you don't look very good." The uncle who felt something was wrong immediately put away his laughing expression, frowned slightly, took a closer look at Johnny, and said with concern.

"It's nothing."

Johnny took a sip of his father's beer in silence, and said sadly, "I miss my father."

His father should have died of cancer, but he died on the stage of the performance because he believed in the devil for a while. It should be the most regrettable thing that he failed to complete the final performance.

Gu Qian</span> Thinking of the devil who tricked him into signing the contract, Johnny felt an uncontrollable flame deep in his soul, which wanted to burn all the evils he saw.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The uncle patted Johnny on the shoulder and said apologetically.

Dong dong dong....... The wall clock on the wall struck twelve times as usual.

A gust of dark wind suddenly blew in at the door, and the two small wooden doors swayed for a while. The lively atmosphere in the tavern suddenly cooled down, and everyone quieted down strangely and in unison.

When the time came, Johnny propped the table with both hands, got up slowly, reached out his hand and took out a hundred dollar bill from his jacket, slapped it on the table without looking at it and said, "This money is for next time."

Then, under the gaze of many guests, he turned and opened the door to leave.

The uncle looked at the back of Johnny leaving, raised his eyebrows, and muttered: "It's not a duel."

Boom boom boom, the engine roars, gradually going away...

Under the full moon, a dilapidated small church stands in the desert on the edge of the town. The church casts a huge shadow in the front yard, and round tumbleweeds roll across the bare sand under the moonlight.

Boom...  

An orange light appeared in the distance, gradually approaching.

The broken windows with nets, the walls covered with vines and moss, and the dirt caked on the ground. With the light from the front of the car, Johnny Blazer could see the appearance of this small church clearly. It may be because the church itself is white. He didn't realize how dirty this place was, but it was really broken.

Click, Johnny turned off the headlights, rolled over and got out of the car, took out a bright flashlight from the trunk, and prepared to enter with a white light. Just as he stepped into the path in front of the church, he hesitated.

Taking back his steps, he returned to the car, took out the bottle of water he bought earlier, held it in his hand and looked at it, then opened the lid and took a sip.

"It seems to be nothing special." He murmured, with the flashlight in his right hand and the water bottle in his left hand, he strode into the church first.

"You're late, Johnny." An ethereal voice echoed throughout the church hall, but Johnny didn't panic. With a flick of the flashlight, a figure in black was seen under the cross in the center of the hall.

With a dark blue face, thick black eye circles seem to be dramatic, and a rebellious expression on his face.

This is Mephisto's son, the Witch Heart Demon.

"Did you instigate those guys?" Johnny questioned as soon as he came up. He was talking about no one else, but those weird people who attacked him not long ago. At first, he thought that the demon was unwilling, so he sent his men to deal with him, but now it seems that his guess is not very accurate.

"Oh, don't mention that group of trash anymore, serve me loyally, I know that old bastard deceived you, we have a common enemy, don't we?" Wu Xinmo said confidently without paying attention to Johnny's question , as if he possesses some "dominant aura" that can be accepted by others.

Johnny was confused by Witch Heart Demon's speech, but he still figured out one thing, the guy in front of him should be the son of that demon or something.

He immediately said: "Old thing? Are you the son of Mephisto?"

"Yes, you can call me the Witch Heart Demon." The Witch Heart Demon admitted with great pride.

"I don't intend to be loyal to anyone. Don't you have a decent name? Lucifer or something, Witch Heart Demon? This is like a trick name." Johnny complained disdainfully, but his eyes were fixed on Wu Xin in front of him. magic.

After all, although being able to turn into a skeleton seems to be quite fierce, but the previous fights could only be regarded as mobs, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, after all, this is not a game.

"You! How dare you...me!!!" Wu Xinmo's eyes widened, and he pointed at Johnny with trembling fingers. There's no point in refuting it!

"Damn!! You lowly mortal! You only use your tongue!!"