Trafford’s Trading Club

Inside the pet hospital, Grandpa Tortoise, who lived longer than the elders, hid in the shell and rolled straight out the door of the office.

In the end, he was covered in a pile of clothes.

“Lord Long is angry! Old age go buy something else...” The turtle begs for forgiveness in horror.

You're clearly wearing this style... if you don't like it, why send it... just say so...

After seeing Long Xi's face go out super ferocious, he sighed heavily, “Forget it, how are you doing with Xiaojiang's injuries? ”

Tortoise reached out and drilled out of his dress, "A lot of blood has been lost... but you saved your life in time, my lord. But he was left with a strange toxin, and I'm afraid he won't wake up for a short time. ”

“I also tested for poisoning.” Dragon and Eve nodded, “But this poison is strange, I've never seen it before. ”

Tortoise sighed: “Aged for so many years, I have never seen or heard of this toxin. I tried to extract this toxin using an isolated method and found that it was probably a mixture of several different highly toxic variations. ”

“Doesn't look like a wind chaser.” Long Xi said something cold.

Tortoise nodded: “No, it's not a toxin. ”

Long Xi subconsciously bit his fingernails and said: “Does there seem to be anything else... Now Xiaojiang is not awake, I'm afraid the only thing I really want is to chase the wind, but unfortunately this guy is demonized. ”

Tortoise was helpless: “I see this child is naturally violent and behaved with great self-esteem and extreme deviation. Aged talked to him for a few words and just felt his heart filled with resentment about the world... Applying the words of those scholars in the West is the personality of society. ”

“The demons are just sneaking around.” If Dragon and Eve shook their heads, "have you heard from the monster who sent them to look for the wind? ”

“No.” Tortoise shook his head and suddenly pulled a bead out of the tortoise shell. "Sir, can I borrow your Dragon's blood? ”

Long Xi shook, “I'm losing my demon power now. What use do you want my blood for? ”

"Adults fool you, though you cannot use any demonic power today, feel like you are no different from ordinary people," said Tortoise. But the dragon is born on this earth, and the supreme and holy power of the dragon's blood will not disappear. Old age wants to borrow a drop of your true dragon's blood to suppress the demons of all parties who have been provoked by the old use of the technique of 'listening to heaven and earth'. ”

Long Xi sighed: “You haven't been around for long. If you use it again, you'll hurt your life..."

"My lord had an agreement with this country. Though the matter of the Sunshine Willow ended up fooling the past under the pretext of changing the earth's crust, it was not necessarily in the eyes of someone with a heart, it was just not triggered. This time the wind chase is abnormal, in case of massive human casualties, old only fear that you will not be able to explain... after all, in your current situation, if exposed..."

Dragon and Eve sighed for a moment and finally bit off their fingers, giving the turtle a thousand drops of blood.

The blood fell into the beads in the hands of the turtle, disappeared, and the turtle was sitting on the ground, surrounded by a golden veil, covering him and Dragon and Eve.

Heavenly sight and earthly... Heavenly sight and earthly sight and earthly hearing are past and present.

On that day, the matter of the Sun Xiaosheng Liu had been used once, so I learned early that if Long Xie was seriously injured, Sun Xiaosheng would go directly to fetch the monkey spirit wine that could restore vitality.

At this point, a light shadow emerges from the magical bead, one of which is the hiding place to chase the wind.

“Retrospectively, I want to know who did it.” Dragon and Eve frowned and noted where the wind was hiding at the same time.

Tortoise nodded and breathed heavily, slowly reversing the beads on his hands.

“Nini...”

When a certain image flashed by, Dragon and Eve frowned deeply, and before they could think about it, the image in front of them suddenly disappeared, unable to continue retrospectively.

At this time, the tortoise was pale and spit out the blood it had made, and the bead fell directly from his hand.

“Tortoise! ”

“Old... old can't spy on more previous things...” Turtle fell to the ground, pale and powerless: “Something... cut off the hearing of heaven and earth. I let Buddha see... the abyss..."

Tortoise's head knocked directly on the ground, motionless.

“Grandpa Turtle!!” Dragon and Eve rushed to shout their names, which had not been shouted out for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the tortoise shrunk its neck at this time. “Well, Lord Long, you pressed me in the palm of your hand...”

It's commonly known as death.

……

But as long as he didn't die, the real dragon in Shenzhou laughed in disgrace and ordered, “Tortoise, next time, I'll pull your tortoise shell! ”

“Old is not dead, but it really hurts my energy...”

Tortoise was held up by Long Xi Ruo, but he wrote down a few words on the paper, then let the paper fly out, slipped out of the cleavage of the hospital's iron gate, and ended up in the hands of the ghost baby.

“I'm afraid there's some strange power behind the wind to protect, old age can't trace back to earlier things...” Turtle coughed and said: “But now that I know where he is, I've told Ghost Baby... cough, next, let's just wait for the results. ”

Dragon and Eve sighed and nodded, holding the turtle to rest... but felt uncomfortable.

It reminded her of what she said in front of the shop that day.

What the boss said.

- "What about time? Time to think about it, time to work on it, even time to let others help and other people lose, other people's efforts to use... Yes, I do not deny that whoever encounters difficulties may find a solution after a while, but what is wasted in it, why don't Miss Long do the math? ”

……

……

The city is shadowed by waves… because there is another society that is unknown, a monstrous society.

But a normal society is calm as usual.

The city is still a water dragon, and people rush off, busy, just to survive, and goals in their hearts —— fame, for example.

Cheng also looked out the window.

In the last few days, he has moved into a dusty house. But there are only two of them in a huge place... a man with enormous financial resources beyond his imagination, not even a single servant in the house.

This man is even used to getting up on time and making himself a breakfast. This man is also used to sitting by the windowsill reading books in his spare time.

It's "A World of Misery."

Cheng also found that this man was idle most of the time.

……

Cheng also went downstairs and walked past the clock dust in the living room. It looked a little dimmer here. He wanted some light, so he planned to open a few curtains.

"Aren't you going to practice today? ”

The clock dust did not lift its head.

Cheng also didn't look at him. After the curtains were opened, he sat at the sofa and hugged his guitar. “It doesn't matter if you practice or not, if you can make yourself feel better. ”

The clock nodded in a simple place and opened another page of "The Miserable World".

“Does this book mean a lot? I see you've been watching.” Cheng couldn't find the topic either. He looked at the clock and asked casually.

The clock dropped quickly. At this point, he had suddenly finished another page. He turned another page and said, "Have you seen it? ”

Cheng also laughed: “I used to run east and west for a living. Later, I buried my head for my dreams. Now you pull me into the gang. Life is even more upside down. Unlike you, you were born with everything. You can have this leisure time. ”

“I don't have everything either.” The clock dust has turned a new page, "which is an interesting story, you can also read. ”

Cheng also frowned. “What did you say? ”

The clock dropped and said softly: "A thief's story. ”

Cheng simply answered. Then he stood up and put on his guitar. “I'm a little bored, go for a walk. ”

The clock fell, but the book on his hand was put together and he stood up. He asked Cheng to stop. He asked him to wait. Then he walked to the drawer beside him and took out a key and threw it in Cheng's hand. "I think you'll like it. ”

The keys to the car.

This is a superrun that Sung Yun drove back from yesterday.

……

Super running is the dream of the vast majority of men. It's not about what industry, it's about speed.

The sound of an engine, like a beast roaring, can make one unknown to the mood - limited, of course, to those who drive.

The passers-by will probably just feel loud… of course, the like-minded will not.

Cheng also found that this is very similar to the type of music he chose. In the eyes of many, rock, especially some factions, is equivalent to noise for those who don't like it.

But anyway, as the clock dust said, he did like the overrun, because the feeling of driving was so good that his depression seemed to have eased a lot over the past few days.

He seemed to have nothing to worry about, because everything was backed up by the tremendous amount of money behind the clock.

And the conversation with the mysterious boss earlier also made him understand one thing, that he would soon shut up the vast majority of people as long as he continued to use the clock's dusty finances.

There really doesn't seem to be anything to worry about.

The overrun stopped not far from where Cheng also lived.

He snuck out of the car, took his hat, hit his hair down, put on his trench coat, brought glasses without glasses, and walked out with his guitar on his back.

“Boss, a fish egg noodle. ”

“Okay. ”

Still, it's a long street full of clubs and bars, and Cheng has come to the most mixed places in the city... and this is the most eaten place.

It was just him and Hung Guan, and they would do it here every night until the end of the night. Two people, two bottles of beer, a string of things to eat very well.

He found himself eating food that he was not used to making.

Despite their sophistication, they even have the flavor to yield the palate. But he still can't get used to it... he just can't get used to it, there's no reason to get used to it.

Probably that place was a little too silent.

But it's still the afternoon, and the nightclubs and bars on Long Street haven't opened yet, and the whole street looks pretty cold... and it's not time to eat.

There are a couple of little boys sitting on the opposite table, the kind of kids who get out of school early, and they're just talking about some games.

“Well, the fish egg noodles you want... have I ever seen you?” The owner who brought the bowl noodles frowned at this moment.

“Really?” Cheng also took the disposable chopsticks and broke them open, stirring up the sauce in the bowl with the chopsticks. “It's no surprise you've seen it before, boss. You must see more people here every day. ”

The boss was so busy this time of year that he saw a small stool in front of the table that he seemed to be able to nag and sat down. "Alas! I love to hear that. Uncle, I do see a lot of people here! Men and women, rich, rich, heartless, prostitutes, many! ”

“That's good.” Cheng smiled, too: “It must be interesting. ”

“That's it!” said Uncle Humphrey. “I've been selling fish eggs here for so many years. What strange things haven't happened? ”

“Really?” Cheng stood tall and lay idle. “How rare is that? ”

Fish eggs beat the table, “Don't say anything else, you know Cheng too? ”

“Is he famous? ”

“Tsk, because you play like a music player behind your back, do you even know who Cheng is?” Fish eggs squeak: “He's the most powerful person in the city right now, don't you know? ”

“Do you know him?” Cheng also laughed.

"'I know him,' said Fishballs. 'He doesn't know him. But I'm telling you, this trip could also be with Uncle I've eaten fish eggs! Tsk, that guy, before he got famous, I heard it was here. ”

Cheng also didn't like the word "mixed days". At this time, he ate the noodles quietly and did not respond.

Fishegg Qiang suddenly said: "Alas... have I really seen you somewhere? You look a bit like..."

“Like what?” Cheng also frowned.

Fish eggs leaned up and stared for a while: “Looks like there was a guy I met the other night. ”

“Really?” Cheng also lowered his head.

Fish Egg Qiang recalled: "Uncle, I made a fortune that night! One guy stunned to give me the diner dude... hey, what kind of nose shit is that on your back? Or shellfish? Alas, say no, I can't do it anymore. Guess what? Let me tell you something, the guy just left, and then there was another weird guy, and he opened his mouth and said he bought the North Division. That's also a weirdo, uncle, I have a low price, he is not rare, it's hard to make me open a high price, Tsk, rich people's world, I really don't understand! ”

“You… do you remember the look of the man who bought it?” Cheng suddenly asked.

Fish eggs stunned, frowned for a while and thought: “It looks like... Eh, what does it look like? Weird, Uncle, I don't blow my memory either, don't you remember? ”

“I'm full.” Cheng suddenly dropped his chopsticks and quickly wrote a number on the withdrawn bill, "Boss, if you meet the person who bought the bass next time, call me at this number. I'll give you another penny. ”

“It's simple!” Fishballs bounced on this $10 bill with the phone number on it, but I saw this guest get up and leave, and suddenly I flashed and patted my head: “Shit, wait, did you ask me about this too? Before??"

At this point, a passerby suddenly shouted, “Is that Cheng too? It's really Cheng too!! ”

Watching several people rush up towards the guy's back at this time, Fish Egg Strong shot his head again, feeling like he might have missed one...

“Shit! I knew it was a big star, Uncle, I'll take 20 bucks a bowl! ”

Missed ten bucks.