Trafford’s Trading Club

After another busy day, Zhang Xiaozheng was a little tired and she wanted a single room at the hotel and was going to take a short break.

Invitations from banquet guests have been sent and the venue arrangement is almost complete, and the various performers invited to help are basically ready.

But she hadn't figured out what to give her as a gift for her grandmother's birthday.

“You can't go shopping online, right? ”

But Zhang Rui, who holds the phone, is really walking around the shopping mall on the phone... of course he's not really planning to shop online, he's just looking for inspiration.

Mailboxes Suddenly prompt for new emails - Zhang Yuanrui has several mailboxes, basically distinguishing them from each other and who gives them what kind of mailboxes.

And the mailboxes that she received at this point were rarely used, basically to reach out to her best friends.

The sender's name says' Zhang Furui ’.

Miss Zhang had to stand still... Although there are some people who know her mailbox, she can't even think about it. There will be an old friend who will do such a boring thing.

She opens the mail, and the first line says a date.

“Isn't this... my time in Ulaanbaatar?” Zhang Wanrui frowned and began to look at the next part of the email with confusion.

“You are Zhang Furui, you have four bank cards, the password is…, your first tide was in March when you were thirteen years old, you collected your bloody clothes that day and did not wash them off as a souvenir, now hidden on the ceiling in your bedroom. When you were in fifth grade, you stuffed your dream note on the class' time capsule ’. The dream you wrote was to become an adventurer...”

Basically, after reading two or three lines of content, Zhang Rui felt his hands and feet cool for a while and his heart rate accelerated.

This is horrible!

Anyone who sees emails like this can actually put their own unknown secrets like a few Jens... from childhood to growth, all this!

It's like the feeling that people have seen every move and even psychological activity since childhood, making Zhang Wanrui feel creepy.

She didn't even have the courage to go on, but she had to go on looking at love.

“... with so many secrets, I'm sure you'll be scared right now. But don't be afraid. I said so much, not to scare you, I just want you to know that I'm you. Yesterday you... I want to tell you something you may have forgotten. Tell you what really happened in the crypt of Ulaanbaatar. ”

Feeling her breathing quicker, Zhang Rui took a deep breath, her fingers trembled and turned the next page of the email.

Tomb Palace… Professor.

White Wolf... Heavenly Stone... Zhang Jie...

Lo Qiu... Yu Night...

“At my request, or I can preserve a part of my memory of the whole thing. I don't know how much I can keep in Rochu's hands... maybe it was my greed that I wrote these down on my way back and set the time for sending them to the day I received the mail. Because I don't know if I would have revealed anything if I'd known too early that I really wanted to, let Lochu find out, and retrieve these precious memories of me again. I don't know if it's possible for me, you, to remember all of this clearly in the future when I see this email. But I hope... that this is the most valuable memory of my experience, of you now, that I can truly stay. ”

The email has been read, over and over again, after the third time, Zhang Yuanrui still can not be recovered for a long time.

She does not have any impression of the contents of this email, but seems to be more able to explain what she went through in the palace than what she now clearly remembers.

She subconsciously remembered that strange scene that happened at school not so long ago, that she thought she had a nightmare.

Afterwards, the discovery of a skeleton under an old tree that had been in school for many years...

“If that's true, do I have a great classmate series?” Zhang Yuanrui had to self-tune.

She has even subconsciously believed that this email is indeed something she wrote herself.

“But if this is true, even after a while, I'm afraid there's no way I can take it for granted that I don't know, that I won't be discovered by this amazing classmate when I meet him?” Zhang Wanrui had to laugh bitterly.

She looked out the window and put her legs together on the bench, lying on her knees. Bright outside, she thinks of the real story in the email… it seems to be more interesting than what she remembers.

“Dream is, adventurer...”

……

……

Fist to meat is probably what it feels like right now.

It feels like the whole body's guts are stirring together. Ye began to think about something to alleviate the pain of his body.

Of course, in this case, the easiest thing he can think of is the guy who was caught by himself, suffering the aftermath of the blow - probably the way he is now.

The roots are bitten hard, and the roots are bitten hard in the abdomen whenever you take a heavy punch.

Outrageous.

Despite his constant caution, his knowledge that he was the victim of a war, and his best efforts were exhausted when he really fought, he was unable to resist the other party's horrific fighting abilities.

“Not many people can survive my fists because of the Lyon elite. ”

KingKong.

Ye raised his head and looked at this muscle not as tall as those wrestlers, but at the beginning underestimated the strength of this guy's body.

Ye Yan spit out a sip of blood, his sweaty hair covered his eyes, “You're not bad, you deserve someone active in the Middle East. ”

KingKong grinned and suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Yan's hair and approached him: "You know what? All this time I've just used three points. ”

“Really? No wonder I felt something when I looked at you." Ye Yan suddenly laughed. “You know what it feels like? ”

“What does it feel like? ”

“Feels like a wildcat.” Ye Yan Haha laughed. “It turns out you didn't do your best. It made me think you only had these two pounds! ”

KingKong suddenly stopped talking, with a strange smile on his face, and suddenly shook a punch - his fist did not hit Ye Yan directly, but rubbed it from his cheek and finally hit him hard against the wall behind him.

Some of the crushed stones that were sputtered from the walls hit the back of the leaf's head and neck, causing slight tingling.

Even though he can't see it, he can imagine how much damage this guy's fist did to the wall.

How the hell is this guy practicing... how can a flesh and blood body punch the wall?

At this point, KingKong sneered and remained silent. He just took two steps back, held his chest with his hands, and looked at Ye Yan's expression without expression.

It's like admiring.

A moment later, KingKong slowed down: “I'm pretty much patient. If you refuse to tell me who helped you escape the hunt and successfully return home... next time, I won't be so polite. ”

This is probably what Ye most wanted to hear, and he slowly and painstakingly said: "You... let someone go on our side. ”

“So what?” KingKong said softly: “You can't get out of this place anyway. ”

Ye also had to agree with each other.

His hands were locked in special handcuffs, nailed apart against the walls, and the same foot cuffs were found in the area of his ankles… The neighborhood was very quiet and had been trapped for days without hearing any sound, but animals could be heard at night, I'm afraid in the nearby mountains… I don't think they would be easily spotted.

So if there's no accident, he'll probably die here.

……

“Thanks. ”

The finger moved slightly, a sparrow parked on his finger, and the maid from the club turned around as she looked away at the sparrow.

Nearby is the mountain.

And in front of you is a simple cement house. Probably where the FDA rests for people working up the mountain… no one should be here for a long time.

Walking on the rocky road, Yu Night looked at his high heels and said, "Well... I knew I'd change my shoes before I went out. ”