Trafford’s Trading Club

“By the way, when I was in the hospital, I ran into your Uncle Ye Yan. ”

Boss Luo was going to go back to Officer Ma's ward, but before anyone got there, he ran into Ren Ziling - and now he's already on the red MINI-CLUBMAN, the first editor-in-chief.

“… so you're telling me now?” Lochu, keep an eye on the lady driver.

Ren Ziling shrugged: “When I heard the explosion behind me, I forgot... is the oxygen supply explosion so powerful? It's weird...”

“Drive carefully. ”

Lochu cautioned and then looked out the window.

Uncle Ye Yan —— among the father's group, he was kind of a younger one. Joined an international organization in Lyon, France, a few years ago.

Because the family has been in contact with Officer Ma, he has occasionally heard rumors from Uncle Ye Yan.

If you were a father, you'd be happy to see your hands and feet, and what you've accomplished now, wouldn't you?

If my father was the first person to look like an idol... then Uncle Ye Yan could probably be summed up as a second idol or something.

Rochu suddenly laughed… he did have the same age of vision.

……

……

Is it the third night?

Father's lying here.

The hospital still has the spirit of saving lives and injuries... Luo Xiao can't help but think that at least in any case, the first rescue was carried out. It's just that future spending is probably an astronomical figure… and the mother waiting for surgery.

It's just that Lorraine hasn't felt despair yet. When teachers at school learned about her situation, they began to raise money on a school-wide basis, and hospitals helped to reach out to charities, as well as a number of related press appeals.

There are still so many good people out there.

Little girls don't know much about society, but at this moment she just feels it, or is someone willing to reach out to people in need?

For example... this big envelope with encouraging speech is filled with a huge 'gigantic' amount for Luo Xuan.

Appeared suddenly in my father's ward in the morning, right on the edge of the pillow... who put it here?

“Don't give up, Mr. Luo, your father will be fine. ”

Looking at the words on this big envelope again, I always felt that they were familiar.

Luo Zheng has not yet felt the despair, warm and self-flowing.

But right now, there seemed to be something flashing by the window. Luo Xiao thought he was wrong, but when he walked to the window, he found a new big envelope.

Still a huge note for her. Little girl stares... but this is the fifth floor, how did this big envelope come about?

Is it God? Little girls can't help but think.

……

Too many for the rich.

Mo Xiaofei felt there was nothing wrong with taking this money for the rich and using it for the needy.

The same mistake will not be made again.

Mo Xiaofei warned himself - he became more careful to avoid the same tragedy.

He swore he would never let that evil place take any chances. Mo Xiaofei pinched his fist when he saw the girl standing on the fifth floor of the hospital.

It's not just about better defending the justice of this society… it's about getting rid of that evil place!

Yes... only by destroying that place can we atone for our sins and make up for our mistakes!

Take a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei continued to bring those ‘prisoners’ caught by him to the abandoned factory quietly.

He stirred the bracket at the top of the factory so that all the ‘prisoners’ could sit down. Mo Xiaofei removed the bread and water from the backpack and sprinkled it on the ground.

He needed these men to confess here, but he didn't intend to let them die like this - until they were awake.

Mo Xiaofei stood here and watched the group start to grab each other for a little bit of food.

“The inferiority of human beings does not disappear easily. ”

Mo Xiaofei felt that the length of these people's service should at least be doubled - these people who were grabbing food, all of a sudden like they were knocked out, all of a sudden fell to the ground.

Mo Xiaofei's pores were blown up for a moment, and he turned around suddenly —— in front of him, the hospital ran into him… The owner of the place, somehow, had stood behind him quietly.

He found it?

Mo Xiaofei bit his teeth, scattered steel branch nails around him and other obsolete things, floating off the ground for a moment, neatly arranged his left and right two.

“Thirty-nine, 17 more than last time.” Boss Lo looked at the "prisoners" who fell asleep. "Am I wrong this time? ”

“You were here long ago?” Mo Xiaofei's vigilance grew stronger and stronger, while the material gathered around him began to grow more and more dense.

But at this moment, Mo Xiaofei just felt his chest bored, suddenly became breathless, his eyes dizzy, and a bite of blood spit out of his mouth.

He knelt on his knees, and the steel apparatus that gathered around him touched and fell on the floor.

Mo Xiaofei coughed painfully - he covered his mouth, but the blood spilled around his fingers and could not hide.

“What have you... done to me?” Mo Xiaofei looked at Rochu in horror.

"You get the opportunity to develop your brain at the expense of your soul," said Lochu softly. This directly gives you the motivation to read. However, there is no way for your own body to accommodate these forces beyond its means of bearing. Simply put, if you don't stop using it, it will continue to grow stronger and will also drag your body down faster. ”

To give it a more graphic expression, Rocchu used the metaphor: "What happens when you continuously inflate a balloon? ”

As if to see a balloon swelling to its limit burst suddenly in front of its own eyes, Mo Xiaofei suddenly cooled all over his body.

Balloons… eventually explode.

And will he, in the end, die?

“Are you... are you intentional?” Mo Xiaofei struggled to stand up, looked at Rochu and stared hard at him.

Lochu didn't intend to explain anything about this part - the deal was done by his hand, so the club's new handlebars carried the pot very directly.

Then use the face of the wicked.

"I've come to see you," said Rochu. "It means nothing. Just wanted to remind you... that when you die, your soul will be ours. ”

Mo Xiaofei rushed forward... but quickly stopped.

The other guy didn't do anything, but he realized he felt fear… his legs were powerless because of fear - and a few minutes ago he was even trying to eradicate this evil place.

Why so ridiculous?

Boss Luo suddenly said: “A problem… the more you use your abilities, the faster your body will collapse. And are you, like you were, willing to be a hero? ”

“I…”

Mo Xiaofei... he finds himself unable to answer this question properly.

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