Trafford’s Trading Club

“Anyway, come on in and have a look. ”

When I heard that, the clown almost didn't believe in his ears.

Don't look at his mouth shouting at the wrongs, the whole child looks like a woman who was about to be beheaded in a prison yard when it was June Frost. In fact, the small theater in his brain has already simulated it many times.

For example, he's likely to be tied to a maid in a hundred different ways and then whipped?

The painting was so beautiful, the shadow turned to the other little theater.

For example: the master will forbid him to continue this outfit in the future, and three orders will be issued to cancel his head as an exploding head of soul and body...

Okay, but he didn't think that the owner would be so accommodating.

“Master… Are you really going to go in and see this show?” Too Yin is incredible.

“Is there a problem?” Rochu said casually, "Besides, I've never been in a place like this before. Occasionally, it's good. Probably touching something interesting. ”

The owner of the club went in a bad mood, and the maid behind him followed him.

Tai Yin thought about it for a while, and he hastily followed. He has to listen too, otherwise sorry for his ticket money, “Master, wait for the old way, wait for the old way...”

Too shady to follow.

……

Outside the door of the same club - by the street.

There are lots of evening snacks, and a wide variety of street snacks emit intense spices that can be smelled far away.

In front of a trolley selling fish eggs, some off-duty people and passers-by are surrounded here - because this fish egg is quite famous, and importantly, it's still cheap.

As the owner of this car fish egg, the people of Jianghu called fish egg strong fish egg strong at this moment impatiently said: “Alas, I said," Brother San, Brother San, Brother San, I let you go over all these pots, I said no. ”

Fish eggs had to look at this guy in front of him with thick beards on both sides, but he was unexpectedly a guy who looked sophisticated - the head of the plane, the horns, the shirt with wide sleeves, and Jomo was only about 21 or 2 years old.

Not to say that this guy is a very different kind of guy... but to say that his time seems to be somewhat out of line with today's - which I don't know was popular in that era.

“Ha! Fish eggs strong, don't think I don't know how many of the biggest fish eggs you sink into the bottom of a pot every time.” The young man with the head of the plane and the horns squeezed his eyes, a mouthful of river cavity, and said: "As long as there are bamboo tags, even an iron pot, I'll poke them through you! ”

Fish egg john wouldn't take that as a joke costume - because he did see the other guy actually poke a good iron pot with a bamboo tag.

“Ha! Let me find you!” Little Santa is smiling and showing off his accomplishments, with a bamboo stamp running through several oversized fish eggs at the moment.

Other customers followed suit and started searching for pots with enthusiasm. Seeing the little Santiago's finger bounce, a few steel balls accurately bounced into the fish egg strong money box, a face of pride won away.

Fish egg strength can only stare at the other customers with a bitter face and start to ravage their slots, leaving the sex alone, opening the folding bench, sitting up and lighting a cigarette.

He glanced at his cash box, looked at the weirdo with the horn, and smoked a light cigarette.

His name is Fish Egg Keung. He's been selling fish eggs here for years. The wind and rain never change.

All he knew was that his name was Little Saint, that he was a strange guy, that a thick mouthful of river cavity didn't like to put chili sauce in fish eggs, and that he could always find a few large fish eggs that he intentionally hid.

He doesn't know who he is, and he hasn't asked him anything.

They just, one sells fish eggs here, and one finds a hidden fish egg here, and they only meet once in a few days, as if both sides were just having fun with it.

Pingshui meets.

Whatever tomorrow.

……

Thereafter, two horns of Little Santiago stepped on the rhythm of a loud sound outside the club door, shaking his body gently, and nobody stopped him because he was a frequent visitor here.

The club brother at the door saw him and would scream ‘Little Santa’ eagerly, before and after the saddle.

Of course he's not the owner or shareholder here, but he's a nightclub owner who's willing to knock it off —— and, by the way, 'Little Santa' likes to eat snacks from the street.

“Little Brother San, you're here early! ”

“Ha, lively today.” Little Brother Santa smiled: “I like to get together and watch the noise. You know why? ”

“Why?” asked the club's entertaining little brother subconsciously.

Little Santiago squinted his eyes and said, "Never heard of it. Don't you think it's too much fun to watch? ”

“... Little Santa is right, right, right, right, that's the attitude!” The reception at the nightclub is delightful, "I'll take care of you, Little Brother San... Come on, please come inside, there are a lot of people here by now! ”

Xiao San picked a fish egg and put it in the entrance. “I saw it. There are a lot of old people here. ”

Little Santiago with his gaze looks at the entrance… at the back with the head of the explosion.

“Old man?” The little brother of the nightclub looked around and wondered: “I didn't see the old man, Little Santa. ”

Xiao San pointed to the bamboo stamp on his hand and smiled. “Can't you see? Don't you have one behind you? ”

“Behind you? ”

The little guy at the club turned his head and didn't see anything. But when he turned his head again, he couldn't see.

But it seemed to feel a little chilly behind it, and the little brother of the club suddenly shook a chill, shook his head and greeted the other visitors to take it.

The sound of the loudspeaker outside the door is louder… to make the atmosphere more lively.

……

……

“Boom Boom Boom - Boom Boom - BIUBIUBIU...”

Lotus has never seen such a vibrant scene, and the monsters don't have to deliberately maintain their human appearance here.

Some of them shake their heads like crazy on the dance floor, and some of them lie drunk on the corner… of course, there are shocking images of little butterflies.

Ten little butterflies covered their eyes with their fingers open, looking at a dog monster revealing himself in a dark corner and a cat monster revealing himself all the time...

The little butterfly blushed and hurriedly lowered his head, holding his mouth, biting his straw and drinking a particularly sweet beverage.

The world of adult monsters... is horrible.

I felt my face suddenly burning and my heart beating so fast.

Luo Zheng suddenly felt that his eyes seemed to see a lot and a lot of spirals, and the scenery around him, for some reason, slowly turned upside down.

But nevertheless... the little butterfly is perfectly safe because the guy named Ghost Baby is sitting right here watching.

Playing with a knife and occasionally flashing a ghost baby with a horrible smile on his face, it was easy to frighten away the monsters who braved themselves with alcohol.

Ghost Baby looked up at the top - the second floor of this remodeled warehouse. In the huge landing glass, Su Zijun was talking to another guy about something.

That's the manager of Jilu Jingtu Bar... the owner Sun Xiaosheng is not here, of course the manager is in charge.

“Hmm, this old turtle.” The ghost baby lowered his head and mumbled.

Of course, the old turtle is naturally not a particularly derogatory word - because the owner of the Ultra Pure Earth Bar is indeed a turtle, and the external name is' Turtle One Thousand ’.

“Your Highness, what can I do for you? ”

Tortoise spoke slowly.

Su Zijun glanced lightly at the old turtle, knowing that there was no way to change the name of the old turtle to himself. Then he opened the door directly to the mountain lane: “A monster called Shu Yu, have you seen it? ”

“Shu Yu... Mu Yu?” Tortoise frowned and asked probiously, "Princess, which rat is this comforting figure? Aged I don't seem to remember much. ”

“Simply a little monster.” Su Zijun sneered: “Are there any other demons of the Mouse Clan? ”

“Well, that's not true.” Tortoise nodded a little and continued: “Princess, don't you know what you're looking for? What does Shu Yu have to do with princess? ”

“Just tell me if you've seen it, no need to ask.” Su Zijun calmly said: “This is where Shu Yu disappeared, and this is where he ended up, and this is where his smell began to disappear. ”

“This...” Turtle is like, “Princess, you know, as long as the monsters who come here to consume, don't make a scene, we won't care. You said that the smell of leprosy began to disappear here, just a few possibilities to come and go...”

Su Zijun's face suddenly opened some of his eyes. When he saw the impatient look on his face, Peak said: “But don't worry, since the princess's golden mouth has been opened, then whether this comfort is death or life, I will also give you an account of old age. ”

Su Zijun walked up to the glass window and took a look at Luo Zheng, who was already lying on the bar beneath him. “I will stay until (c)," he replied before (c). ”

“This… princess, the bar has a lot of monsters coming and going every day, and there are also passing through for fun… isn't it too short? ”

“That was before ugly times. ”

You are a princess… as long as you are happy.

Tortoise touched the cold sweat on his forehead and bitterly glazed at his face: “Well, before then... by the way, princess, that's still the problem. Princess, when will you go back? ”

Su Zijun suddenly opened his mouth slightly, revealing four sharp upper and lower teeth. Cold voice: “I am now, and it has nothing to do with the past. ”

Tortoise sighed: “Princess, even though your life has turned into a drought, you can't hide your true spirit as...”

“Enough! ”

Su Zijun's eyes were instantly red.

Tortoise sighed, “The princess quenched her anger, aging this little to find out the news of forgiveness. ”