Trafford’s Trading Club

A gringo?

Zhang Kunshan's consciousness put down the little squeak in his hand... because it is not a key tourist attraction, very few foreigners will come to the town - but it is not without it.

At least Zhang Kun has seen it more than a dozen times over the years.

The gringos are very troublesome locally, Brother Zhang Kun is a police officer, but not a leader. Scoundrels also have ways of being a scoundrel. He distinguishes between those who don't mess with them, those who don't want to mess with them, and those who aren't afraid to mess with them.

If there's a conflict here with this gringo like a lion consolidating the land, a hat that hurts international friendship is not something that his little police brother-in-law can handle.

Besides, his brother-in-law opened his eyes and pretended to be deaf and mute about his affairs... but if he really stabbed something in the basket, he wouldn't naturally see it as a great extinction.

“Son, greet the guests.” Zhang Kun reached out and picked up the wrapped tofu and smiled. “I'll come back to you tomorrow... to buy tofu. ”

Saying, he pulled two pieces of steel out of his trouser pocket... two pieces of steel a dollar and gently taped them on the table.

A winning white prostitute's face.

Not in a hurry, there's no need to cause trouble for a foreigner, anyway... the long one. The gringo will leave, but this tofu shop won't.

Naturally, Son can't leave.

Zhang Kun had gone a long way before Sanjie hurried up and softly comforted him before walking up.

She recognized the man she had fished out of the river, and she never thought she'd see him again, and she didn't know what to say at once.

But I have to say something, "Thank you… thank you. ”

The man shook his head and reached out and took a steel pole from the table, pinched his fingers, and then suddenly waved: threw the pole out.

Third Son didn't know exactly what foreign men were going to do, but he immediately heard something. She unconsciously probed out, but not far from the road, Zhang Kun did not know when to lay on the ground and cursed.

He seems to have suddenly fallen and then glued on the road... to shit.

Some of the locals who run businesses on the streets seem to laugh without laughing.

Sanjie smiled unconsciously, but found out that this was made by this foreign man, and suddenly she retracted her head.

Zhang Kun, with his cheeky face, naturally had no face to stay on the street. He lowered his head and slipped into an alley, presumably scolding his mother.

“You... have you been to the police station?” Third Son thinks it's better to say something first.

“Gone.” The foreign man said softly, "But they can't help me. ”

“Ah... how could it be!” Third Son is incredible - in her view, if the police station can't solve things either, it's really a tricky problem.

The man suddenly said, "But it doesn't matter, I've remembered who I am, but some of my memories are still very blurred, and I may be able to remember some time later. ”

The man reached into his casual suit and pulled out a wallet. He opened his wallet in front of Sanger, "Here's my ID. There's some money here. Consider it a rental. I'll stay here for some time until my memory is restored. ”

Sanjie was stunned... I heard that foreigners are more straightforward, but not so straightforward, right? Traditional etiquette is quite deeply rooted in her subconscious look at the ID card on the wallet, mindful of the foreign man's name.

Mark.

“I'm sorry to bother you. ”

Without waiting for Sancho to react, the foreign friend... Mark had walked right in and started measuring everything here.

“Oh, wait, I haven't answered...”

And the little girl suddenly pulled her mother's clothes and leaned back and said, “Mom, will this uncle protect us? ”

“I don't know...” Sanger shook his head.

It always felt like something strange had changed in her life… she had thought about rejecting Mark's request.

Yes, I did.

……

……

Deep underground.

The spiritual energy in the spiritual vein is immense, and Suzijun, bathed here, only feels comfortable.

But it's not like she hasn't experienced this kind of spiritual flushing —— to her level, even if she stays in a spiritual pulse for a hundred years, the effect is negligible.

She had more important things to do —— she came to Airyu, who was imprisoned.

A chain of roots seems to have life. It is formed from all sides, wrapped around each other's limbs and body - this scene in front of Su Zijun is quite familiar.

She was treated the first time she stepped into that strange shop.

“Aiya, raise your head.” Su Zijun arrived in front of Airyu and said softly.

He raised his head a little ugly, and his face was pale... like a patient who couldn't sleep and suffered mental torture all day.

But when he saw Su Zijun, he grinned: “I see who this is... isn't it, Princess? What, to see how depressed I am? Well, I like this place a lot. ”

Airyu shook those chains, "That's what makes these things noisy. Oops, I can't sleep. ”

“Let me ask you a few questions, and I might make you feel better if you could satisfy me.” Su Zijun said softly.

But he squinted his eyes and suddenly said, "Princess, did you ask me? ”

Su Zijun sneered, his fingertips suddenly sharp, gently pressed against Airyu's throat position, “I can make you feel better and make you feel worse. Can you believe that? ”

“Tell me about it.” Aiya smiled softly.

“The black cloud pressed the heavens and the earth, and Golden Armor Flying Dragon. On February 2, the dragon looked up...” Su Zijun asked. "Where did you hear this? ”

“Naturally, it was read on an inscription.” The willow purple eyebrows suddenly smoothed a little, and his eyes were perfectly in line with his heart, cunning, “and not only that sentence, but more, I know. ”

“Where is that inscription? ”

“If the princess could let me out, she would swear to God that she would put the inscription in her hands. How about that? ”

“I told you, I'm not Dragon.” Su Zijun has a cold light in his eyes, "if you want to die, then I will become you. ”

Her five fingers split open suddenly, and she inserted her sharp fingernails into Airyu's body, “I will drain your blood and let you die little by little... anyway, you are better off dead now than alive, even more so! ”

Suddenly there was a scream of mutual willow, his blood flowed wildly through the wound… right in front of him, aggregating into a blood cell, gradually becoming larger.

Sulai cunning even reached the poisonous Fengliu, suddenly some silly eyes, to think of this self-depraved Xuanxiang royal family is really no longer the former princess, the means to say how poisonous it is.

“Princess, kill me, you may never know where that inscription is! ”

Su Zijun snorted coldly: "I'll kill hundreds of lonely wildlings! If you don't tell me, there's always a way I know! ”

Airyu doesn't know what it's all about wanting an inscription and killing hundreds of lonely ghosts... but Su Zijun's attempt to kill him is a fact in front of him.

Airyu looks at the growing blood cells and calculates how much blood he can shed. He also calculates how much Su Zijun can do... and how long he can suppress his fears.

Time just passed, Airyu seemed to have reached the limit, weak he moved his lips... but just at this moment, those chains wrapped around him swung up, and Qi flogged towards Suzijun!

Su Zijun beat him with his hand and remembered the sounds of the golden stones, while she was forced to step back by the attacks of these chains.

The blood drawn back into Airyu's body suddenly, and after forcing Su Zijun back, the chain returned to its original appearance.

Su Zijun was shocked and laughed. "Ha ha! Princess, it's not easy trying to kill me! It won't let me die! Hahahahahaha!!! ”

“Then here you are. Never see the sun again!” Su Zijun snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a little blood came out of her fingers. It didn't go directly into Airyu's mouth.

Looking at Airyu, Su Zijun sneered: “It's not that I can't kill you, it's just that I'm too lazy to do it. What you just swallowed was my bloodthirsty curse. Three times a day, it burns your blood, letting you know what's really wrong with life! Enjoy yourself! ”

As if to prove Su Zijun's words, a burning pain spread all over his body, making him unable to help but cry out a painful cry.

And Su Zijun has left with indifference.

Su Zijun returned to the ground and took a look at the sky. It's not dark yet. I feel like it's been a long day. “I'm sleepy...”

……

……

The sound of knocking on the door of the office - this is the director's office for Feiyun Entertainment, and walking in is the director… naturally a female secretary.

“Cheng, Li Zifeng of the production department wants to see you. ”

Cheng Yun frowned. He was supposed to hold a press conference two days ago to create momentum for the new company, but he didn't expect to encounter such strange things as the heavenly pit and had to cancel it temporarily.

Although it was caused by external factors, his real boss, Young Master Er, was obviously a bit of a mess these two days, and his golden horse naturally felt a little sad these two days.

“What is it? ”

“Looks like I'm here to talk to you about some of the projects I've been working on. ”

“Let him in.” Cheng Yun said softly.

Soon after, Li Zifeng arrived in front of Chengyun - an old employee of Tianyang Entertainment Company. After Shadow found the new Dongjia reorganization, most of the employees stayed, with no change - which, of course, means Master Zhong Fangdu.

According to Young Master Er, the attitude towards these old employees must be good, so Cheng Yun also stacked a smile at this time. "Li Zifeng, what can I do for you? ”

In the early thirties, Li Zifeng, who already has some qualifications in the industry, laughed at this moment: "Cheng, I found a very good new person the other day, I feel we can pack it hard and let him go officially! ”