Trafford’s Trading Club

Nero habitually chewed a few blown sugars in his mouth, grabbed the palm of the broken cartridge and began to move up slowly, eventually reaching the top position, so he pressed the lid of the cartridge.

What was in it didn't belong to her, she just inherited it... but never let the Yan demon recognize herself.

But even so, he has inherited the name of the tyrant and is among the twelve gods - of course, in this Nero's view, the twelve, the twelve gods will have nothing to do with it.

Now the relationship is -- this blade is no longer ferocious, and it just so happens that Nero remembers himself before he was seven years old.

“Tofu shop, right?” Nero suddenly stood up and put the barrel back behind him again, strapping it.

She always had a crude taste that was interesting and delicious for Rochu, but also subconsciously reminded Mr. Rochu of the image of a happy and vengeful Jianghu woman.

Perhaps this is what Nero herself wanted… something.

“By the way, if the Guest is not in trouble, remember to keep these souls well. ”

As if nothing had just happened, Rocchu tied Nero's little bag with his soul, "although this bag can serve a certain preservation function, it is still a little too short. ”

Pushing the bag slowly in front of Nero, Boss Lo said softly: “It would be too wasteful if the souls collected were too so-so to weaken them automatically, minus what they should have been worth. ”

Nero grabbed the bag in his hand and tossed it at will and caught it: “If it's weak, look for it, it's fresh and redundant in the world... everywhere. ”

Lochu didn't say anything, he just nodded: “I think Miss Nero, you're going to be a wonderful guest. ”

“As I said, it's best not to have any contact with you.” Nero shook his head: “But I felt nothing, at least it was convenient... I mean, I'd come back. ”

“Okay.” Lochu stood up and bowed half way: “Welcome the Guest to your visit again. ”

Nero stepped away, still in his pocket.

After stepping out of the door of this magical shop, she suddenly and intriguingly thought that the owner of this shop had the kind of horrible force that made the fierce blade 'Yan Demon' not lift his head, but he was still almost as humble as a sick person in the face of the Guest. He was really a man of enough restraint.

Nero looked up at the night, then turned around and looked at the barrel behind him, and suddenly he muttered, “This kind of person would probably be terrible if he got angry when? ”

How horrible would that be?

Nero found that for the first time in 20 years and half of her life, she had this unimaginable thought that made her feel a strange tremor all over herself.

Very clear, very straightforward… she knew it was a feeling of fear.

And she wondered, “Can we wipe out the club? ”

Suddenly came a demonic whisper, the voice of the ‘Yan Demon’ in the cylinder… Generally speaking, this means that it feels hungry and wants to eat.

After all, it's a blade of ferocity, and whispering is always accompanied by terror - but Nero doesn't mean a word at this point because there's no real convergence between her and it.

“It's a tough time, but just now, like a cat, it's shameless enough. ”

The devilish whisper seems to be strong... ‘Yan Demon’ seems to be unhappy, but it's just shouting.

Nero suddenly touched his stomach and muttered: “I'm hungry too, I really want pickles and soup rice..."

At this time, the cylinder was shaking a little harder, Nero was stunned, and although she had not really reached the state of convergence since getting it, at least she was familiar with the guy's temper and some subtle habits.

Does it smell like food, or does it prefer food?

Nero looked at the past thoughtfully in some direction of the city, “This way...”

……

……

A bunch of little mice squeezed together and finally calmed down... this day.

It was also at this time that Shu Xiaoshu had time to rest... but Shu Xiaoshu stopped for a short while and immediately started doing something again.

For example, pack your things at home.

Theoretically, for mice, cleanliness is not a good thing, but soothing and uncomfortable doing things that you wouldn't have done in the past.

If you clean this house up, you'll be scolded for being a loser's bitch... if Shu Yu is still here.

If Shu Yu is still here.

Soothing subconsciously covered his face with a rag on his hand and choked quietly.

Suddenly, Shu Xiaoshu heard something... and rang outside.

She instinctively opened the door and walked all the way up the stairs in the basement, but she couldn't see anything but the shadow of the tree...

Is that the wind?

“Mom!”

The sound of cheese suddenly opened the lid of the sewage belt next to it, but the rat demon family's oldest male cheese held a lot of things and climbed out.

The cheese hand holds some cans and stuff - even a piece of used real cheese… of course, it's already spoiled cheese, otherwise it won't be thrown away.

“Mom, it's windy out there, I'll help you get back. ”

Cheese knows why Shu Xiaoshu came out - she always thinks there's someone out there... thinking she's coming back.

Even if you just hear a little bit of wildcat walking by.

And she kept saying, "Shu Yu isn't dead, he'll come back."

But cheese is faster to recognize reality than Shu Xiao Shu. Since Su Zijun drove him off that day, he has become more aware of reality than anyone.

Shu Xiaoshu didn't say anything but nodded silently and the cheese propped up his mother and walked down the stairs step by step.

“Didn't you really see anything when you first got back?” Before opening the door, Shu Xiaoshu suddenly grabbed the palm of the cheese and asked.

Except for the tree shadow, no.

The cheese shook its head seriously, so the door of this basement opened and closed, and the day ended without the Mouse Demon family.

It's exactly 12: 00 p.m.

……

At exactly twelve o'clock, a shadow slowly ‘climbs' out of a roof - why climb?

That's because, like a snail, it can be poured over the roof, slowly creeping —— and after creeping, there's still some sticky, cloudy liquid.

Under the faint light of the street lamp, it gradually climbed out and became more and more able to see what it really looked like.

A skull twisted almost one hundred and eighty degrees, like the skull of a wind-dried corpse. It has no pupils in its orbit and only two small black holes that fall deep into it.

There are all kinds of deep, different pieces of meat on you, and you can imagine that it's stitched up with different pieces of cloth, but you can't find any marks of stitching.

Contrary to conventional joints everywhere, but with an unusually strong feeling… what is eating on its body at this time.

Why are you eating something?

That's because, in its abdominal position, there are several strange but gruesome faces that naturally have mouths.

What eats is the mouth of these ‘faces' hidden beneath their bellies.

Geckos, moths, rat cockroaches… it's these tiny things that are chewing - but it doesn't seem to feel good enough and the body slides down the wall all of a sudden.

And when it landed, it crawled on the ground, like a serpent —— even with all sorts of different limbs that looked incredibly strong.

Finally, it climbs towards the staircase in the basement of the moving building… faster, faster, faster!!

Finally, it climbed to the front of the stairs, and it knew that when the door under the stairs opened, it would find more food… it was delicious.

It's got something inside it that keeps telling it... those little mouse monsters in there, they're delicious.

But when it was going to climb down this staircase, certain limbs of the body were stuck in the mud and stopped it from moving.

Here we go again.

That happened again today, a part of this body.