Trafford’s Trading Club

But it has to be said that Tai Yin is indeed fitting in with this era at a fairly rapid pace - despite what mistakes may have been made in the place where it fits.

A hard-working black soul messenger, perhaps a pleasure for the club - as if to hear a laugh from a negative three-storey altar.

Fingers pressed against one corner of the white card, while the other corner held against the desktop of the counter, the upright white card slowly spinning in front of Lochu's eyes.

Lochu chose to look at the Golden Master with his maid this time.

With the slow rotation of the white card, some tiny images are being broadcast in the air… Golden Lord's recent life.

It doesn't last long.

All of a sudden, I was kind of wondering what it would be like to think of a golden lord, Lochu, from the perspective of the maid who served Yunight for 300 years. "What do you think of this golden lord? ”

Night thought about it a little later: “I'm afraid the deal money that the new golden master can offer is only for life, but also for the soul… Of course, if it's just a simple thing, it can be counted as the new golden master's less healthy organs or something. ”

Unight's interest is not there - or not even any heat.

She shook her head: “It seems that in judging the Golden Lord, Tai Yin still needs to return to the furnace properly. ”

The new handlers, who had become familiar with the club's business, were also silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: “Was that the same way before? ”

“Yes, waiting for the Guest to come in, or the Dark Soul looking for the Golden Master," Night said softly. The previous owner thought he could release the black card, and all we had to do was wait. “

And Rochu asked, "Have there been any deviations in the course of the deal? ”

In response to this unexpected question, the maid looked inexplicably at her new owner and wondered what she meant by the question. She replied carefully: "We calculate the payment possibilities owned by the golden master, basically in the end, in line with the initial judgment. ”

“Remember Jiang Chu?” Rochu said softly: “At that time, Black Soul 9 brought a white card, judging it to be a moderately superior soul. But in the end, what we harvest, instead, is a soul that has become superior. ”

Unight nodded: "Yes, that was an unexpected change. ”

“Why? ”

Night stunned, then thought carefully, "Because at the end of life, there was something like redemption… self-forgiveness. ”

"Like Mo Xiaofei. ”

Night went on thinking this way, "If he can keep his mind's philosophy for the rest of his life, he will definitely be a very good soul by the end of his life. As you said, master, time breeds courage. ”

Saying here, Yu Night bites his lips gently: “The master thinks that even if it's just a mediocre soul, it can be radiant! ”

Rochu shook his head, “I don't know, it's just...”

He played the white card on his hand and carefully considered his thoughts, "It's just that whoever it is, good or bad, I think it's going to be good for them. It's like an original stone, never broken, we don't know if it has beautiful jade stone in it, and even further, if it has, if it hasn't been carved, we don't know what kind of sparkle it can emit. ”

Yet Yunight suddenly said: "Indeed, the former master did not work hard in this regard. ”

“He may also know that, after all, it is impossible not to have noticed these for a long time… but why not go this way? I don't know.” Rochuzo has no smell: “I'm not him, I don't have his attitude. I like to spend time alone and observe humans… although I am a little weird as a human being, there are probably a lot of people like me if summed up as a hobby or something. ”

Lochu walked into the counter at this time and took a few different mixes from the wine cabinet, remembering that Yunight had made a cocktail method, and began to make it himself, "There is no intention to guide people to goodness, just to see if even a mediocre, busy, inactive person has the time to... release the rose. ”

The colours of the blends were originally monotonous, but when they were blended, they became colorful. Rocciu slowly pushed the blended cocktail right in front of him with great detail.

“And it would be good for the club itself, wouldn't it? ”

Boss Lo finally put a cherry on it.

The white white card suddenly burned and eventually turned into a black, ink-doped black opening… when it burned again, it disappeared completely.

……

……

Overall, Zhuge feels that his life can be summed up into two words: dislike.

If more detailed, it should be: the life of Zhuge, who has been abandoned.

Although this summation was influenced by a certain film, Zhuge felt that there was not too much deviation.

Why do you say that?

Being born less intelligent, poor learning score, no matter how hard you try, you still can't remember the knowledge in the textbook, the grades are always so stable as the cornerstone of the class.

The fat accumulated over the years does not seem to have the potential to be eliminated in any case - almost as a female insulator as a student.

There are hormonal impulses!

“I'm sorry, I like cute boys. ”

“I'm sorry, I like cute girl paper. ”

“I'm sorry… I'm cute boy paper. ”

Sports, no.

Beach? No, I... used to drown, scared.

Want to go out for a drink? I'm sorry... I don't drink.

Big, big health?? No old driver leads the way...

After work… go home.

On the phone directory, the only thing that stays the same is the phone number of the parents, the phone of the boss... no extra phone number.

No friends, no girlfriends, no high salaries, cheap rental housing, their appearance has been complimented.

There is nothing to spend time on, running on the road to life, and sometimes hanging out until late at night when you get home.

In the middle of the night, people would hold their pillows and watch CLANNAD cry.

The next day I rushed to wake up, often unable to catch the bus, and then the whole day seemed to get worse.

“Nanako wouldn't feel lonely anyway. ”

Zhuge smiled silly.

Don't get me wrong, this is Nanako, not Nanako Rimi, not Nanako Rimi, but Nanako, a virtual cultivator in a mobile APP game.

“Nanako is the best, Saigo!! ”

Busy interacting with this lovely girl on her smartphone, Zhuge's ass sits on a single bed that rents a single room for half the time, not noticing her huge body, pressing a black card that doesn't know when she'll be here.

Why is it repugnant?

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