Trafford’s Trading Club

At this time, Su Zijun's voice came from the medical room, "Next, come in! Don't waste your time! ”

Uncle Mouse Demon suddenly beat a shiver all over his body and subconsciously said: “Well, I suddenly remembered something else, I won't be checking today! ”

Uncle Mouse Demon was busy swinging his hand and backed away. When he retreated to push the back door, he opened the door and ran away like a dead man without going back.

“Uncle Mouse Demon! Give Aunt Mouse Demon an Amphetamine! You're not taking it anymore!?” The roaring voice is still coming from behind.

“Another day!” Uncle Mouse Demon won't answer either.

Ghosts still dare to stay here more... it is necessary to draw a large barrel of blood to live. As the saying goes, if you're not afraid of thieves, you're afraid of thieves. If you have a blood type that suits that appetite, and you're addicted to it, then you can do it!

Uncle Mouse Demon, he doesn't think his tablet can support a dry meal... even though it's only half his lineage.

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“Daddy's back! ”

The rat demon returns home at night... in a small place, but has been transformed to be very habitable - of course, just very habitable for the rat demon.

Because it's a dark, damp basement in itself, I'm afraid it's uncomfortable for ordinary people to live in. But for the rat demons, it's the best place to live —— because beneath the basement, there's a four-way sewer pipe connecting the city.

The mouse demon's wife held on to a big belly, poured a cup of tea to the mouse demon and sat him down, “Have you eaten? I picked up some unfinished lunch cans this afternoon! ”

“If you have a big tummy, don't run around!” Uncle Mouse Demon looked at his wife blamelessly... though that was the case, he could not hide the tenderness in his eyes.

At this time, Uncle Mouse Demon's group of children immediately jumped at him, and the family was happy to melt.

This would have been a great time to wash your day… yes, it should have.

However, Uncle Mouse Demon's mood changed quietly.

“Dad, I want new toys! ”

“Daddy, Daddy! Can I get a new pencil case? I've been using this for over a year..."

“Daddy, Daddy...”

“Honey, the electricity bill is a little too much this month...”

A sense of powerlessness, like that of a middle-aged man in mankind, began to spread on Uncle Mouse Demon, making him sigh.

Mouse demons are better suited to survive in cities… but they are not much better than other demons. Originally, rat demons were naturally timid and had limited demonic power, and had always been at the bottom of the demonic community.

This rat demon has always abided by the rules of Long Xi Ruo, and survived in the city in peace. Though he could not earn a few bucks, the family of more than a dozen people can finally survive.

However, Uncle Mouse Demon has recently had to start to grieve... not only because the family is about to have a new member, but also because the other children in the family are starting to grow up.

Spending as much money as running water... Uncle Mouse Demon began to feel his meagre urban plumber's wages, some of them falling short.

……

Later, Uncle Mouse Demon couldn't sleep in his bed. He was so upset that he put on his shoes and went out.

It's still raining outside, but for a rat demon it's not an inconvenience to get out of the house... because he's walking underground in the city.

Soon after, Uncle Mouse Demon arrived in an old factory park inside the city.

This place has been abandoned and a number of factories have been vacated. And the apartments that were built here in earlier years, they don't have many more people to live in.

Uncle Mouse Demon familiarly walked between the many factories and came to a place where all the doors and windows were closed and knocked a few times quickly.

The door opened shortly afterwards and a boy with a slender figure appeared in front of Uncle Mouse Demon with smoke makeup on his face.

And then there was all the noise in there, and they directly shook Uncle Mouse Demon's eardrum.

Inside, music, hallucinating lights, all sorts of messy scents. Uncle Mouse Demon took a deep breath and then spit a bead out of his mouth and delivered it to the boy's hand.

This smoky boy missed the beads on his hand and then stacked a smile: "Welcome. ”

Uncle Mouse Demon couldn't wait. He lowered his head and walked in. He just felt his nerves relaxed.

Listen to the loud sounds of music that seem to shake your soul, Uncle Mouse Demon has the feeling of enjoying a full body massage. It feels like the bones are beating along with the rhythm.

Humans can be useful in seeking excitement for relaxation, and monsters can be.

So, this is where… is dedicated to releasing pressure on monsters to drink and chat: the Ultra Pure Land Bar.

Of course, Uncle Mouse Demon doesn't come here often. After all, what he consumes here is not money, but demonic power - the bead he spits out in front of the door, which is what demonic power solidifies, is the entrance fee here.

The urban environment is not good, accumulating demonic power is more difficult for monsters than making money... so this is also a place for middle-aged rat demons to visit once or twice a month.

Uncle Mouse Demon walked toward the bar. He was just going to come here to drink boring wine. He couldn't consume anything else here.

At this time, on the central dance floor of this delightfully pure earth bar, only a very young woman is swinging her body wildly. Wearing hot pants and a small vest, accompanied by a fiery dance floor sound, each movement is full of allure.

Beneath the dance floor, some of the demons slightly revealed their special demons because of their intoxication, even more heartily cheering.

“A fire lizard.” Uncle Mouse Demon sat down and took his eyes off the dance floor. He held on to the bar and looked at the bartender - a wild boar who became a demon.

“Is this the new dancer? I haven't seen it before. What do you mean? ”

“Her?” The wild boar poured a flaming red liquid into the cup and said, "She's not a dancer, she's here for fun, just like you. But I don't know what happened. The rules here, we don't ask where the Guests come from. ”

“Really...” Uncle Mouse Demon shrugged his shoulder and drank Lizard Wine, squinting his eyes. "But this chick is so hot! ”

“How dare you, you coward?” The wild boar bartender said, “It's not me against you. Look, under this dance floor, eight out of ten want to hit her attention, but one of them is a rule, just dare to look, dare not move! ”

“Oh?” Uncle Mouse Demon stretched his neck. He liked gossip.

The wild boar bartender approached him and said, “All I know is that she only showed up in the past six months, and only came here once or twice... for the third time today. It's no surprise you haven't met her. But this chick is not a mess. Last time, someone tried to harass someone alive, but what did you say? ”

“What's wrong? ”

The boar suddenly placed an ice bucket under the bar heavily in front of Uncle Mouse Demon, pointing to the ice in it, "Well, like this, it turned directly into ice, and as soon as I touched it, it broke into pieces! ”

Uncle Mouse Demon suddenly shrunk his neck, he was the lowest layer of demonic power, heard this sharp exotic demon, naturally many worries, “directly frozen into ice... what demon? ”

The boar shrugged: “I don't know, but I heard she was called Pear. ”

Uncle Mouse Monster nodded and wrote down his name, instead of asking more questions, he bowed his head and began his real purpose here: a demon and sullen wine.

“One more! ”

It's only been more than a decade. Uncle Mouse Demon is already a little drunk. Five glasses of Lizard are in front of him.

“Do I look like you have something on your mind?” The bartender of the boar asked curiously as he wiped his cup.

Uncle Mouse Demon also raised his head to a smiling face and hit a hiccup. “You... you don't understand, you don't... you don't understand...”

“Tell me about it. ”

Uncle Mouse Demon shook his head and said, "Let me ask you a question. You said... Hiccup... you said, what can be done quickly and safely without breaking the rules of Lord Dragon, making lots and lots of money? ”

The bartender suddenly approached, lowering his voice: “There are many ways to make money quickly and safely, but there are not many ways to make money without breaking Lord Long's rules. ”

Uncle Mouse Demon stood still and was intoxicated: “Not much... how much? ”

The boar mysteriously looked around, with his ear canal: “It depends on you, if you have the guts! ”