Trafford’s Trading Club

Wheezing, heartbeat, even footsteps, every sound, can be heard clearly - these are your own voices.

Other than that.

Other than that, he seemed unable to hear all the voices, and the footsteps, at last, came to the iron gate on the roof.

He's about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The focal length of his gaze seemed to be infinitely narrowed, and he could only see a little something in front of him, and all around him, it was virtual and blurred.

The moment he opened the iron door, the wind hit him on the high floor and blew his clothes close to his body.

He's still breathing, but not because he climbed onto this corridor to the roof. And his heart was beating fast, not because of intense exercise.

He's nervous. But he bit his teeth and walked one step at a time toward the wall of the roof, as if he had been enchanted.

His breathing was faster, as he was climbing over the wall - and the other side of the wall was empty space.

Below is the road, more than 50 meters high - but this residential building is not the tallest in the neighborhood.

He shook his legs, crossing the wall, where his feet stood, only half the breadth of his ankles.

His hands still grabbed the wall and each inch behind him was firmly attached to it. All of a sudden, he looked under his feet.

As if his body was tilted infinitely, a feeling that was about to fall, striking deep into his soul and instinctively closing his eyes.

He felt his body spinning and could not stand at all.

Suddenly, he took a few deep breaths in his mouth and shouted... he was letting go of his hands.

But at a moment when he was facing death, the scene of a three-bite family meal flashed through his head.

The young boy turned around, panicked and clumsily turned over the wall again, returning to a safe place within it.

His face slowly slid against the wall and his eyes fainted, suddenly feeling cold.

So he curled.

But the day hasn't passed... and I don't know how long it's been since he pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed the text: I... I failed, I can't do it, I'm sorry.

Sent it out.

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“I'm sorry! Miss Unight! It's the old way, damn it! Thinking about my centuries-old monastery, thinking about it in white jade for 500 years, but still can't feel the seven lusts in my heart, let the misgivings dominate me, and do such a shameful thing... can you put me down? This looks a little bad. ”

As a matter of principle, black souls can turn into black smoke and thus into a form without fixation, and should not be trapped. But Tai Yin can't move at all this time.

I don't know what it's all about.

“Too shady, didn't you say you wanted me to punish you and make you reflect?” Lady Maid can't even look at it, she just wipes the cup on the bar carefully with her head down - a cup just for Mr. Lo.

“That's right...” Too Yin suddenly died and sighed helplessly.

He glanced quietly at Qin Chuyu, who closed his eyes in a quiet corner position. The saying is that enemies see each other red, too shady, and now they really red their eyes, remembering the hasty years of 500 years ago.

Nima... something like that, like, happened in 500 years?

But Qin Chuyu seemed to have some thoughts. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the door of the club. And one step ahead of her, the maid had walked out of the bar, and she didn't know when to act, and now she was standing in front of the door.

Of course, before the operation, the maid very smoothly stuffed the rag on her hand into Too Shady's mouth, blocking his words.

Tingling...!

When the wind chimes in front of the door, the owner of the club has arrived.

Luo Qiu carried a small bag and looked at this familiar lobby like, "Is Miss Qin back? ”

Qin Chuyu calmly said: “The money after Qin Fang's home sale has been handed over to Gao's daughter. ”

“Really?” Rochu chuckled, “Thank you very much. ”

Qin Chuyu suddenly said: “I didn't sue her about anything about Gao and Qin Fang. ”

Lochu nodded and said softly: “Thank you, Professor... Oh, yes, for you. ”

He put the bag in his hand in front of Qin Chuyu. He looked at her somewhat confused and said freely: “Letter to you. ”

Qin Chuyu didn't refuse and didn't thank him. He didn't even look at it. He just nodded and closed his eyes again - this place has been active since the boss returned.

She obviously does not intend to let go of something so active and capable of refining her mood.

“What a diligent man. ”

Lochu looked at it and didn't see it again. He and Qin Chuyu didn't even have any grudges against the three fish girls who were her identities 500 years ago.

Boss Lo simply looked at the strange monk from the perspective of a bystander - although the things she had done were not very appreciable, there was one undeniable thing about her diligence… or obsession.

“Master, do you need to prepare afternoon tea? ”

“No, I'll go to the bottom. ”

Back in Russia, Boss Lo has something to sacrifice. The maid, who naturally knew what her master intended to do, did not say anything and continued her daily cleaning work with great directorship.

Before going downstairs, Rochu suddenly turned around and asked curiously, as if he had noticed, "Oh yes, too shady. What is this? ”

Master, you finally noticed me! The clown stared into his eyes and shook his body.

At this time, Yu Night turned his head and said: "It seems that during the time we left, too many shadows bred some strange hobbies. ”

Lochu opened his mouth and looked surprised.

Let's take another look at what's going on with Too Shady.

First of all, he was indeed tied up. It's just that the pose of the bundle is a bit special. The black rope crossed across his chest to create a knot that strangled his body just as tightly, while his hands and feet were tied back behind his back, giving the whole place an ‘U’ shape.

By the way, he was also hung from the ceiling.

After a while, Boss Luo slowed down and nodded: “Well... it's a special hobby. ”

Master, listen to me. That's not true!

Too much clogged mouth can only make a whining sound, while struggling bodies can only make the body swing like a clock.

Rochu shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry about me. I don't think my ability to accept things is that weak. Hmm... even if you have this hobby, I wouldn't mind looking at you with colored glasses. Oh, by the way, that seems like a good way to bind. Been practicing for a long time? ”

Really... that's not true!!

“Things at the store are on hold for a while, maybe a little long this time.” Rochu doesn't look too shady, he looks at Yu Night.

“Got it. ”

So the maid stood in place and watched her master walk into the hallway to the lower level.

Tai Yin's eyes widened a bit. He finally pushed the cloth in his mouth out with his tongue. As soon as the boss disappeared, he spoke out: “Listen to me... explain...”

Boss Lo is gone.

Too shady… Too shady to feel the profound malice of a maid from the club's dark, inky heart.

It's over... my English name, it's completely destroyed!

Then Qin Chuyu, who was focused and enlightened with his eyes closed, perhaps felt this scene and smiled slightly.

Probably found it interesting.

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Colorful, pink… When the light group fell into the altar, Rocchu remembered the question a long time ago.

Where the hell did they go, or what would they bring to the altar?

I don't know.

The only thing we know is that this sacrifice also gave him a sense of fullness - all kinds of strange abilities, all at once enhanced a lot.

But all he had to do was finish the deal, and he didn't care too much now —— the thing is, he got the second card.

“What will happen to the altar with the second card… let me see. ”

Gold and silver cards stood still in front of Lochu, and the altar rose again slowly to reveal its hidden parts.