Trafford’s Trading Club

As the saying goes, spring sleepless fall and summer naps. This habit also seems to be suitable for monsters.

The little butterfly demon stretched out a lazy waist at this moment and sounded softly -- the whole place was nice, there was a lot of food that suited him, a lot of variety, and a day's change was enough to eat a whole year.

The only bad news is that you need to pay a little attention during the day. Because in daytime time, there will be a lot of humans called "tourists."

This is actually a botanical garden in the city.

Ever since the factory was completely left alone that day by some horrible boss and maid, the young monster who was afraid to come back into the mountains and run into something strange was once again homeless.

The little butterfly demonized into a butterfly body, flying over the city's night sky, and I didn't know how long it had passed before I smelled the scent of flowers, so I came to this place.

Grandpa Tree Demon said, either you stay away from humans, or you integrate into human society. Young butterfly demons feel free in the mountains, but they also want to see the outside world.

“But how to integrate into human society...”

The little butterfly demon looked confused at the mulberry leaves above his head.

Luo Zheng was carrying a small piece of fresh green and well-stiffened branches from the tree at the moment, and she sucked on one of the broken ends and had been thinking about the issue for a whole day.

The milky tree juice was quickly sucked clean, lol licked his tongue subconsciously, then swallowed some branches, bit gently, and rolled with the tip of his tongue.

This way, the delicious flavor will appear again!

At this point, the little butterfly demon senses that the leg area seems to be rubbed by something, sending a different feeling of crispness and numbness.

She looked down subconsciously and saw a green vine creeping around where she was sitting.

What?

Before she could react, the vines on the ground began to grow wildly and quickly rolled over her legs, above her waist.

Wow!!!

The little butterfly demon screamed in panic, and his whole body was tired of these vines and hung upside down on the tree.

Your hair is straight down and your gaze is completely reversed. Luo Zheng tried to struggle a few times, but found that the more he struggled, the stronger he got tied up.

“Such a little monster...”

Suddenly, a pair of dark blue jeans appeared in the line of sight, straight, slim and long. Lorraine couldn't even think about it, her body had been corrected by the vines.

Refreshing short hair with big brown frame sunglasses, simple blue and white striped T-shirt, and a light, yet high-purity demonic sensation that gives Lorraine a thrill in quality.

“Sister, sister... who are you...” Ro mumbled his throat.

This frightening moonlight demon makes her instinctively fearful and physically stiff, and I'm afraid even without those entangled vines, she can't move.

I don't know how old you are... but you look at least like a young woman (monster?) gently pressed down the brown sunglasses on her face, suddenly walked to the little butterfly demon, reached out and grabbed her chin gently, swinging it around freely, “Turns out it was a little butterfly. Hmm... the golden beak phoenix butterfly, it hasn't been extinct yet? ”

The little butterfly demon shrinks in a glance… The woman goes on to say: “If you make a specimen, it should be good. ”

“Ah!”

It shook in a second. At least, the young butterfly demon who doesn't know what the specimen is still knows. As if a butterfly had appeared in front of him that had only been topped on the panel and had been sealed in the glass frame forever, Lorraine was frightened and pale.

Unexpectedly, this woman with a thin, horrible demonic smell all over her body suddenly reached out and bounced on her forehead, suddenly smiling softly: “Liar. ”

The tightly strapped vine loosened up and the little butterfly demon's feet sat softly on the ground.

“My name is Long Xi Ruo. How about you? ”

“Boo-hoo, Boo-hoo. ”

……

……

“Sir, this is the paint you want. ”

Qin Chuyu has known since he was a child that he has a good memory. It is hard to forget who he met once... perhaps a gifted gift.

Even to the point of not forgetting.

It's just that she doesn't like Zhang Yang, and this talent doesn't tell anyone and who, her whole life, just seems to love painting.

Guo Yushuo... If I remember correctly, this is the Guest's name.

“Ah, thank you. ”

Waiting for Guo Yushuo to look freely at the work in the studio, at this time smiling and reaching out, Qin Chuyu finished the paint.

Qin Chuyu suddenly laughed at this moment: “If the paint is completely dry, it will become difficult to clean. ”

Guo Yushuo was stunned, but Qin Chuyu pointed to the corner of his clothes and wrist.

“Uh... when did it stick?” Guo Yushuo stunned and laughed afterwards: “Thanks for the reminder. ”

He also remembered his girlfriend at home, so he had no intention of saying anything more - even if, in his view, the young lady boss of the studio was a very high-quality woman.

My girlfriend is starting to be perfect... and I just love her myself, don't I?

“By the way, Mr. 's girlfriend seems very interested in the painting. In just a few days, she used the last paint. ”

“Hmm!” said Guo Yushuo with pride. “She must have some talent, right? Next time, I'll bring you her work so you can rate it! ”

Qin Chuyu nodded his head. Although drawing this kind of thing would be better than being guided by his own quest, there are some unpleasant smells to say.

Like sales, pay tuition, class, whatever.

After Guo Yushuo left with something, a man walked in and approached Qin Chuyu. "Excuse me, what did the lady just buy here? ”

“You are?”

“Oh! Well, I'm a colleague of his, just passing by, so I was going to ask. ”

Though strange in his heart, Qin Chuyu didn't say anything. Simply said: “It's just some paint, nothing. ”

The man was silent for a moment and suddenly muttered, “Paint? I don't think he can paint. ”

“Looks like he bought it for his girlfriend, doesn't he?” Qin Chuyu stopped the topic here, "Sir, if he was a friend of the gentleman just now, he should ask him more clearly. ”

The man nodded and left the studio thoughtfully.

……

……

There was a naked corpse lying on the table, and the appearance had actually been dissected well.

Last time it was a pharmacy lab, this time it was a morgue...

Boss Luo was not a coward, but when he looked at the maid with white rubber gloves and had a scalpel stained with some liquid on her hand, he had a diaphragm.

“It should be an ancient method of alchemy in the Southern Ocean.” Unight put the scalpel on the plate.

The body lying on this table is actually the one that was shot from the factory a few days ago —— and since then, the monster's body has shown some nasty signs of decay.

It's just these corrupt and shedding chunks of meat that haven't damaged the real origin of the monster —— instead, after it's corrupted, it reveals what it is.

Earlier that day, he was supposed to be in jail for a psychic.

“How did this guy... end up like this?” Rochu frowned.

This time, too, the maid in her forensic uniform was helpless: “It was just a small matter, I didn't want to worry you, but it seems to have been omitted. ”

Lochu was stunned.

Unight said something about the spiritual master once again, only to save the matter of Black Soul No. 18, “Ghost King Tong Tian intends to avenge his apprentice, seek his own death path, Unight has solved him. I just didn't expect him to refine the corpse elsewhere. Refining this corpse seems to require a specially raised insect that needs to use the heart of a living person to grow up - I'm afraid King Tongtian found the guys lying in the garage looking for feed, so he did it directly. ”

“Uncle Ma and his crew are busy enough to live.” Lochu shook his head.

This will probably all end up in suspense.

Lochu looked at the crystal skull removed from the body of the spiritualist, "Sheep Tae Zi said last time in exchange for the next work, it turned out to be this thing. ”

Looks like it's a good day for bones, huh?

During the day, Professor Qin Fang's house also handled another piece of bone - just this kind of crystal skull, who built it?

Lochu was somewhat disappointed when he reached out and held this crystal skull in his hand, but there was no other skeleton that he touched during the day.

But he moved quickly —— if he had a skull, wouldn't there be other parts?

A whole set of crystal bones?

As we pulled our thoughts out of this crystal skull, Lochu watched the night standing quietly by his side.

Looking at this silent silence, he lowered his head slightly, as if he had done something wrong and was waiting for the master to punish him, and Lochu said softly: “Clean up and go home. Tonight... Um, vegetarian okay? ”

“Master...”

Rochu laughed: “You solve some problems for me where I don't know... If you still feel like you're not doing well and you're to blame, you probably won't be able to live well in the future? ”

……

8: 30 p.m.

While eating vegetarian dishes carefully cooked by the maid, Roquette had to stop and seemed to be happy again today. The maid hastily carried the napkin and carefully wiped the marks on Mr. Roquette's mouth.

Though it feels really good... but once this is so obsessed, will it be completely depraved to become the handicapped owner of Luo's party to welcome this Guest again?

Hmm... the third time.