Trafford’s Trading Club

Gradually, Black Soul XVIII found that the Golden Lord in front of him was not an easily seductive Golden Lord.

There's nothing to protect her from.

Correctly, there is something a little similar to Black Soul XVIII, also tempting the Golden Lord in front of you.

Of course, for Black Soul XVIII, the power against her was so low that she didn't even despise destruction.

The Dark Soul Messenger of a club in the Hall could not induce the Golden Master's desire to trade because of this low power?

Although there are not many black soul messengers left. But the black soul messengers left behind are the real elite of the club - if it gets out, her black soul number 18 is no match for this low power, so where does her face go?

“I don't know how the hell you got this necklace... but it doesn't matter... ”

The clouds of laughter are actually ringing.

Just that Zhao Ru didn't hear it.

She just occasionally walked past a bookstore and stopped.

I don't know what was driving her... she walked in.

But soon she came out again, and by the time she came out, she had one more bag in her hand.

She's probably in the bookstore, buying something.

The Black Soul XVIII didn't care what this Golden Master had bought, just a quick glance at the bookstore... everywhere: Xinhua Bookstore.

……

……

Later, Mak Xiaojun and Grandpa came back.

For Mak Xiaojun, all the people he knew in the alley were either about his grandfather's age, or he was 30 or 40 years old... for the first time in a place like this, he saw such a young older sister.

Apart from the female classmates at school and the female teachers in class, for the first time, Mak Xiaoping was so close to a woman.

He had an instinct that the older sister was different from the others.

But he can't say... It just feels like this little Miss Ru hasn't even smiled.

Although... she's only been here a few days.

Uncle Mac seemed to have a good harvest today. When he came back, he bought cheap pig liver at the food market, and he was swinging the stove to make a fried pig liver.

Other wastepickers in the alley. The deadcasters, more or less, started Zhang Ro's dinner.

Soon there will be all kinds of scent spray.

But the McCoy Army, who was doing his homework, was not attracted, as usual, by the smell of these sprays. He was just curious to sneak a peek at this new big sister.

She doesn't speak voluntarily - even at this time of dinner.

She was just a person, hiding in the house, tearing a small piece of bread apart at once and putting it in her mouth.

Mak Xiaojun doesn't think Sister Ru's bread is hot... it seems like everything is cold and cold like this.

It's like she's thinking something.

The people who live here have always followed a rule that no one has agreed to... If you don't want to ask about other people's affairs, talk about what you saw yesterday.

But Mak Xiaojun was never willing to follow such strange rules. He is also at a time of intense curiosity about everything.

“Sister Lu, are you thinking about your parents? ”

But he just went to fourth grade, and that's all he can think of.

Zhao Ru didn't answer immediately, she just stopped her hand and glanced at the fact that she had been living next door to her for a few days - in fact, next to something like paper and wooden boards, and she could even hear the child breathing in her sleep at night.

“Do you miss your parents?” Zhao Ru asked suddenly.

Mak Xiaojun, I'm afraid, rarely encounters a question that someone asks him - which makes him wonder what to answer for a while.

He held his own textbook and sat in front of this little sister Ru's 'door' - underground with a paper cushion.

“Well... sometimes I think.” Mak Xiaojun sneaked out his head, looked at his grandfather's busy back, and whispered, “Sister Ru, let me tell you a secret. You have to keep a secret, okay? ”

“Then shut up. ”

Mak Xiaojun opened his mouth and didn't seem to think it would be the kind of answer —— shouldn't it be that the school's little buddies don't really care when they share secrets?

“My grandfather said that as long as I tried to study, when I got to college, my parents would come to me! ”

“Didn't I tell you not to?” Zhao Ru shook his head, "I'll forget. ”

“Oh…” Mc Xiaojun lowered his head somewhat disappointingly.

Zhao Ru took a look and suddenly said: "Show me your homework. ”

“Thank you, Sister Lu!” Mc Xiaojun was overwhelmed... he found that the topic the sister had described was clearer than the teacher at school.

Some couldn't wait for him to even crawl into the ‘house’ of this little sister Ru.

“Don't come in.” Zhao Ru stopped people at this time, "went outside, it was too dark here. ”

Mak Xiaojun didn't feel anything wrong. He nodded and fell down again. So Mak Xiaojun didn't see it. Sister Ru seemed to put something XC up.

Hidden under her jacket.

……

At night, there was silence in the alley, and everyone had gone to sleep, including Zhao Ru.

It's just that there's something floating around her… like a shadow.

The shadow seemed to be measuring Zhao Ru's appearance. Even when Zhao Ru went to sleep, there was a fine sweat on his forehead, and his subconscious voice gave off a gruesome and horrible laugh.

Because this shadow knows that Zhao Ru is dreaming, dreaming about her past.

Dreaming of her, she went back to her home in the province, back to that New Year's Eve 30 night, the New Year's Eve 30 night she rushed home with spring luck.

I couldn't sleep, I slept with her, I even grabbed my clothes so hard. Her eyeballs beneath her eyelids even started to move.

And the gloomy laughter, it's getting more and more pervasive —— of course, nobody can hear it.

Perhaps.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped and the shadow left this humble ‘house’. The shadow did not reveal itself on the side of the road until it had left the alley completely.

The black robe that struck covered the entire body, only a pair of devilish, cat-eyed, shiny eyes could be clearly seen.

These cat-eyed eyes are measuring the front —— the front, a man with glasses, standing there quietly.

He seems to have waited some time.

Men are also measuring the strange shadow in front of them… now the guy in the black robe.

He quickly opened his mouth and took the initiative: "Is it the evil spirit? Or spirits or something? ”

He said a few words and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you're gonna disappear anyway. ”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Someone's been following this woman. Shh, shh. Looks like you gave that woman the crystal? ”

The man with the glasses smiled softly, "No matter where you are, it's a few years early to try to hit me with this beautiful ‘material' idea. ”

He suddenly opened his left hand five fingers and slipped down five tiny black crystals from his sleeve.

The crystals stayed in his palm, not falling, but hovering!

Only a few sounds of sex were heard and these crystals were ejected almost at the same time!

The crystals lasered to five different positions, four on the ground, one in the middle of the sky, five points, making up a short point in a quadrilateral triangle. They are connected to each other and eventually become a three-dimensional quadrilateral triangular barrier.

The man with the glasses came again and smiled softly: "Just as you are at the heart of the next crystal… if you are powerful enough as a ghost. ”

But his words stopped here... This is the barrier he used to catch orphaned wild ghosts and try Bai Ling. At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared.

The cracks are expanding rapidly - extremely fast!

But between the fingers, after the first crack appeared, the entire barrier is now shattered, including the five crystals used to build it, and it is also broken!

“Pfft, I thought I met some interesting guy, turns out he was just a clown who learned a little magic, Pfft...”

The man's face changed slightly and he subconsciously took a few steps back, his hands simultaneously beneath him, more crystals slipping down his sleeve and suspended in his palm.

“None of the columns of fire in the Jerusalem courthouse will burn me... with your half-hung?” [sic]