Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

Although he still doesn't understand a series of terms such as 'God Prisoner', 'Godhead', 'Upper Level', 'Age of Gods', etc., it doesn't affect Qin Weijie's listening to the story, and he can probably understand what's going on.

Although he is very curious about the history of magic in this world, Qin Weijie also knows that there are some things that people without a certain status have no right to know, and Qin Weijie does not intend to know too much.

He just needs to know how to get rid of the gaze of the current 'god of death'. It is best to kill the grandson once and for all. Then he can find a place with beautiful scenery, build a house, live in it, and entertain dogs and yoyo birds when he has nothing to do.

Bully and bully Tom...

Huh? That’s not right! I should add fragrance to my seclusion life. Why did a Tom wander in? No Tom, no Tom... No gays, no gays! Build him a house next to it and let him take care of it.

Elena is married to her, so if nothing happens, I will run over and have a meal... Yeah, yeah, perfect!

"Go! What kind of brain circuit do I have! What kind of retirement life is there at this time? I'm already yearning for retirement life before I'm an adult..." Qin Weijie patted his head in annoyance, and then murmured:

"That's right! That fake monk seems to know about Master and the others..."

Qin Weijie suddenly remembered that the fake monk told him last night that the old cow's nose had become feathered!

Although Lao Niubi and his senior brother were destined to have bad luck when they went down the mountain, and I had already had a premonition that such a day would come, but when I learned that Lao Niubi was dead, I still couldn't help but feel sad.

Now we still need to quickly find those two fake monks and fake half-immortals. They are mysterious and seem to have no ill intentions towards me. They seem to have some relationship with their masters, especially the fake half-immortals, who even say that they are

It's his junior brother.

Although the fake half-immortal is not one of his familiar senior brothers at first glance, the Taoist sects in the world are so complex that it has been almost two thousand years since the Heavenly Master established his ancestral court. In terms of seniority, as long as he is not a fake half-immortal who cheats money from the countryside,

, it may have some relationship.

Maybe that guy who looks like a 'fake half-immortal' is really a disciple of one of my uncles and uncles. I can't tell you the seniority of the Taoist sect... I can't say!

Soul Mother: "I haven't told you yet, who killed me..."

"Does it matter to me who kills you? Don't waste my time." Qin Weijie pouted and walked out the door: "It's boring if someone kills you. Tell me when someone hits you!"

As he spoke, Qin Weijie directly isolated the Soul Mother in the Netherworld Stone. The sudden appearance of this guy had scared him more than once. For the sake of his own heart, Qin Weijie decided to isolate him temporarily.

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Qin Weijie walked out of Bunker No. 6 by a familiar route, and met an acquaintance as soon as he arrived at the door.

"Lawrence, Old Jack! Have you seen two guys wearing weird clothes?..." Qin Weijie briefly described the appearance of the fake monk and the fake half-immortal, and then looked at Lawrence and Old Jack.

Lawrence and Old Jack started thinking at this time, as if they were recalling the two people Qin Weijie described.

Qin Weijie could conclude from the two people's attitudes towards him that Padrick probably cast a 'forgetting spell' on them or changed their memories.

Needless to say, Old Jack didn't care if he didn't change his memory. Qin Weijie didn't bully him, but Lawrence was different. This guy was locked in an empty room by Qin Weijie for more than a week.

Did you see the bald spot on this guy’s head? Qin Weijie shaved it for him without even charging him!

Lawrence: "I thought I saw them near the cooking class half an hour ago!"

"Okay! Thanks Lawrence, I'll leave first!"

With that said, Qin Weijie walked towards the cooking class.

Looking at Qin Weijie's back, Lawrence scratched the bald spot on his head and said to old Jack: "Why does the bald patch on my head keep itching when I see this guy Jerry..."

"Go back and rub some ginger!" Old Jack said, taking a puff of his pipe.

…

A few minutes later, Qin Weijie came to the door of the cooking class. Looking at the time, it was almost a quarter of an hour and eleven o'clock. The cooking class must be busy preparing lunch.

Qin Weijie sneaked in familiarly. During this period, he often accompanied Ergou to steal food. Qin Weijie was also very familiar with the cooking class.

"Catch him! Don't let the fat man escape!"

"Bullshit! Here you go stealing again!"

"It must be this fat man! He's been stealing every day for several weeks, and you still have no shame!!"

There was a loud noise, and a group of foreigners chased the chubby "fake monk" with kitchen knives in their hands, as if they wanted to chop him into pieces.

The fake monk ran, stuffed bread into his mouth, and murmured this explanation in Chinese: "Almsgiver, this poor monk is just hungry and looking for something to eat! He won't kill everyone~ He put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately!!"

It was rare to see such a lively show, so Qin Weijie tilted his head to watch the show with great interest.

Who would have thought that the fake monk was not very particular. When he saw Qin Weijie watching the show, he ran directly towards Qin Weijie.

"Fellow Taoist, please help us!" As he said this, the fake monk had already arrived in front of Qin Weijie.

Qin Weijie's expression changed, and he felt like he was stepping on Jingyun's body. The expression of the God of Death without Crying reappeared instantly: "Boss, don't come over!!"

Qin Weijie wanted to escape, but it was obviously too late.

The fake monk was not polite at all. He stuffed a large piece of bread into his mouth, and then an overlord lifted Qin Weijie up with a cauldron: "I'm sorry~"

"Nani? What do you want to do?" Qin Weijie asked, but before he finished speaking, he knew the intention of this fake monk.

I saw that the fake monk actually used Qin Weijie as a hidden weapon and sacrificed it, and accurately hit the team of cooks who were chasing him.

The next second, people fell onto their backs and there were four or five big men holding kitchen knives lying under Qin Weijie, all of them howling like ghosts and wolves.

Qin Weijie was already injured, but now he is even more injured.

Helpless, Qin Weijie could only look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and sighed to himself, 'Who am I to blame?'

Ten minutes later, Qin Weijie limped and found the fat and white fake monk in a trench.

The fake monk was actually hiding in the trench eating bread and ham with a nonchalant expression. Next to him sat the fake half-immortal wearing sunglasses.

Seeing Qin Weijie coming over, the fake monk smiled and made a Buddhist salute to Qin Weijie: "My little Taoist friend, Yi Bo Yuntian, is really a great kindness! I don't care about my monk's name, but I would like to thank my little Taoist friend!"

Qin Weijie: "..."

Qin Weijie has now chopped the monk's heart into pieces. Over the years, only Qin Weijie has bullied others. When has he been bullied like this? After all, this is the first time Qin Weijie has seen a guy who is more shameless than himself!

"You know why I came to find you. How did Lao Niubi die? How are my senior brothers?" Qin Weijie was too lazy to argue with such a shameless guy and went straight to the point.

Because Qin Weijie knew very well that this fake monk's "Shameless Magic" skills were much higher than his own, and he had reached the level of "shameless". This kind of person was not something ordinary people like him could deal with.

Monk Buwen smiled and shook his head: "Don't be anxious, blind man, I have met your fellow disciple, why don't you introduce him quickly?"

The fake half-immortal sitting next to him wearing sunglasses did not look at Qin Weijie. He still looked straight ahead. He bowed his hands and said: "I don't know the Taoist name, and the people in the world don't know the Sanren!"

"Don't hear? Don't ask? Your Dao and Dharma titles are very CP-like!" Qin Weijie couldn't help but complain: "We all know each other, hurry up and tell my master... No, what's wrong with that old cow nose!"

"My little fellow Taoist, I haven't introduced you to your Taoist name yet..." Monk Buqian said.

Qin Weijie was a little irritated: "No"

"Give me one. Although the Dharma name is supposed to be given by the master, my little fellow Taoist disciple suffered a disaster, and now you are the only one left. Anyway, the Dharma name is just a code name. You are the only one.

You can make one yourself!" No matter how bad the monk is, he has a smile on his face.

"So casual!?"

Don’t ask the monk: “I can be so casual with you!”

"Can't I just take it?"

“It’s impossible not to take it”

"Why don't you tell me what's going on with Niubi without taking the Tao number?"

"Don't tell~" Monk Buwen took a bite of the oily ham, his mouth full of oil and his face full of smiles.

Qin Weijie was extremely annoyed by being forced to do so, and simply decided to randomly choose a Taoist nickname: "Ganbald Donkey! My Taoist name is Ganbald Donkey!"