Trafford’s Trading Club

Mark looked in front of the alley, but he didn't see anything.

He doesn't understand what the blowing sugar in the palm of his hand means.

But he had an extraordinary touch… between hearts and minds, Mark let go of his little squeak while opening the back door of the tofu shop and letting her in.

Mark crouched down and said softly, "Look, your mom didn't just let you out because she hated you. She's just afraid to give you the flu. ”

“Really?” The little squeaky world still doesn't know what a lie is.

Mark just nodded, "If you don't believe me, you go to your mom's room, and she won't scold you anymore. ”

And he said, "Uncle Mark, can you show me that one more time? Amazing!! ”

A few years old girl has a unique trick that grown-ups can't resist, her eyes shining like innocent elves.

“Okay.”

Mark didn't give a shit, just gently backed off the little girl and shut the back door - of course, Mark even put a stick on the outside in case the little guy pushes himself out.

He did something very carefully… but he didn't notice it himself.

Mark squinted his eyes slightly, sharply, like an indestructible long gun. He walked fast in the direction of this strange blowing of sugar.

……

San-er was wandering, wondering how good it was. While he was angry at himself for drinking and cursing his daughter, he was also ashamed that he would do such shameful things.

Almost got caught... maybe Mark did see something?

Sanger suddenly felt that he didn't even have the courage to step out of this room at this time... but now she doesn't know if she's crying or not?

She could hear her daughter crying implicitly, as if it was coming downstairs… as if it were the back door?

At this point, the door of the room slowly pushed open and a small head probed in through the door seam. Sanger looked like a frightened little animal. Her heart ached and she felt sad. She couldn't help but pat herself beside the bed and said softly: “Little squeak, come to Mommy. ”

Little squeak just jumped to Sanger's bed, but not too close, but rather cautiously: “Uncle Mark said," Mom, you just let me go because you were afraid you'd get the cold to squeak, didn't you? ”

“He... did he really say that to you?” Sancho hesitated for a moment.

Little squeaky looked at his head, “Hmm! Mmm!”

“Is Uncle Mark outside the room now?” Third Son suddenly asked.

"I don't know, Uncle Mark seems to have locked the door." ”

Sanger didn't say anything. He just whispered, "Squeak, why don't you bring a stool here and stay with Mom? ”

“Yes! Mom, do you want to tell me a story? ”

“Okay, Mom tells you stories.” Sanger smiled, "What story do you want to hear? ”

“The story of Snow White and the seven big mushrooms! ”

……

……

Turn forward, turn left after turning... Mark doesn't know why he's going in this direction.

Even if he didn't see any strange figure in front of the road - it seemed to stem from his instincts to choose these paths.

Mark can't think about how this intuitive prediction came about.

He still can't remember who he is or where he came from… but he remembers a lot of things.

Something very practical, for example.

Mark eventually stopped in a short alley - he stopped in the middle of this short alley and his eyes grew sharper, looking everywhere in this short alley!

All of a sudden, Mark's arm swept so hard against his back!

When the knife in his palm swept a hundred and eighty degrees behind him, he saw a figure quickly retreating one step, avoiding the sweep under it.

In front of me is a strange young woman with white hair, strange clothes, hands in her pockets... Nero.

“Still as sensitive as a beast, I can't even count on you.” Nero leans to his head: “So, it's been a while, Cook. ”

“Do you... know me?” Mark frowned.

Nero also frowned at this time, then suddenly his legs bent slightly... it had amazingly elastic long legs, which suddenly kicked in.

Mark looked stunned, seemingly uncomfortable with this strange woman suddenly, just blocked by a grip in front of him, but was hit hard by this kick against the wall.

Nero didn't go on the offense, he just skewed his head: "Well... Cook, where's your thorn? ”

“Who the hell are you? Do you know me?" Mark's eyebrows wrinkled a little deeper... but perhaps it was just after an attack that he began to be alert all over himself.

“Yan Demon, is this family lying? ”

But when he saw Nero in front of him, he suddenly twisted his neck and looked over the long black cylinder behind him... but in the blink of an eye, Nero nodded his head, “It doesn't look like a lie... that is, nothing can be asked for the time being. ”

She finally didn't pull her hand out of her pocket, but grabbed her hair like an uncle, muttering: “Ah... trouble, how did you get into the amnesia script? Take you back? I don't want to talk about a man who doesn't know anything walking this far... I was going to go back to that ‘country' while I was on a mission fork. But the mission has a deadline, it's not easy to come out once... so why do you lose your memory? Can I possibly find a fake Cook..."

Mark still has no impression of this strange woman... but his instincts tell him that he has a lot to say about this woman.

As for this woman... is she talking too much?

You like talking to yourself?

“Instead of nagging here, tell me what you know.” Max did not relax his guard at all, but made his own recommendations.

“Well... forget it, just keep losing your memory. I'm out of here. ”

Unexpectedly, the woman with white hair in front of her suddenly said such a word, her body jumped onto the wall and looked down: “Anyway, your head smoked, but your body didn't smoke, at least you can't die. ”

“Speak up!”

Nero's eyes turned into a rub of moon teeth, "I'll help you in the 26th seat... just enjoy the life of Jiangnan Water Township in this country... but remember you owe me one! ”

Nero waved enthusiastically at the old white shirt in front of him, still looking down, “Peace! Cassie!”

She then leaped and disappeared.