Trafford’s Trading Club

But even if it was the third time, Cheng still couldn't see more from each other... more information he wanted to know.

Not even a little action, or a habit of personality.

He did try to spy on this mysterious businessman by observing —— before he came in for the third time. Only when the boss sat in front of him, Cheng had to overturn his childish thoughts.

He is not like a son born of a nobleman like Zhong Fangdu. He can hardly be on the table in terms of observation... if he can recognize people, he will not let Li Zifeng play in the applause.

This also allowed Cheng to swallow almost everything he wanted to say back into his stomach... and even had to urgently say his thoughts after an opening statement such as "what's going on”.

As if to skip thinking about this step, Cheng also said as he was surprised at his‘ honesty ', “Why... can Hung Guan use this guitar as well? ”

Cheng also felt that the real question he wanted to ask was: Why can't he play this guitar anymore?

But why… would that be the problem?

Lo Qiu thought for a moment: “Well... I thought Mr. Cheng would be more interested in his own issues. The complexity of people's hearts once again amazes me. So, I asked him," Well, why does Mr. Cheng think Hung Guan can't use this guitar? "”

“This is what I bought!” Cheng also subconsciously said.

"If a customer buys something in the store… like a cell phone? Or is there something else that no one else can use when they go back? ”

“It's not the same!” Cheng immediately rebutted.

“What's the difference?” Rochu still asks back.

Cheng also pinched his fist: “This is what I bought... with my soul! Even as you said, others can use it because of the ability of the product itself, but now I, the original owner, can't use it! Does that make sense? ”

“On this issue, I think I've told you quite clearly the last time I saw you, Mr. Cheng.” Lochu shook his head: “This time, I'm not going to answer that question again. All I can say is that the guitar's own abilities have not disappeared, and you can awaken them again. ”

Cheng also frowned... Wake up again?

If you can wake up… it's not the worst case scenario yet.

So he hurried, "How can I wake it up? ”

"Well, that's beyond the scope of the proposal," said Rochu. Mr. Cheng, if you want to know, I'm afraid you can only pass the deal... Of course, I'm afraid there aren't many things Mr. Cheng can use as a deal except for your soul... are you going to buy? ”

At this moment, the mystery here seems to have amplified countless times in Cheng's heart, so that his heart beats so fast at this moment that he is already sweating all over himself.

Instead of losing his mind and knowing more about his impulsiveness - in the face of the mysterious shopkeepers and owners, he knew that he was small and that violence would not only prevent him from solving his problems, but would take them in a worse direction.

Still too stupid.

Still too young.

If that first time can be reconsidered, if you think carefully… if you can come up with something that better suits your needs, rather than losing your mind after hearing about the guitar's ability, you will not end up in this kind of retreat into the Valley.

“I… I will reconsider. ”

Cheng also eventually retreated under the calm of the boss... because he did not know if the path that this calm surrounded would fall just one step forward... and fall into the abyss of the Ten Thousand Robberies.

Lo Qiu waved and Cheng disappeared from the club.

The maid, who had just made the tea and came with the tea, was curious: "Oh, my God, is the guest gone? So soon.”

“This time it's faster.” Lochu took off his mask and smiled slightly: “But don't waste it if you make tea. ”

Boss Luo picked up a piece of lemon from a small plate and it was in his mouth. It may be a little too sour. Luo Qiu squinted his eyes slightly.

He then sat down with Yunight, “You said," What would the wind chase do? Forgive me? Or... "

The boss waved in front of her and some images began to appear in front of the maid.

At night, she was facing the image on the screen. She used to feel that it didn't make sense to focus on the Guest like this... and time didn't make sense to her either.

Later she accompanied the new boss, and it all seemed a little different.

It's afternoon.

Once upon a time, as long as the Guest left, even in the afternoon, it was as dark as ever. The old shopkeeper would go back to the room and she would sit here with her eyes closed.

The lights only turn on when the Guest comes in.

But now, the lights are on, and she won't be alone.

In an afternoon like this, I really want to be able to go on and on and on.

……

……

They call this place the Rhyme House, a building built a long time ago. There was still a short house in front of the building, with a good view.

But it's not working now, and buildings that are taller than it is have appeared.

Take down all the buildings that are taller than yourself.

The chase wind suddenly gave rise to this idea… he stood on the fence of the rooftop of the Rhyme House and stepped in an empty position.

He opened his hands and let the wind passing between the building and the building hold his arm... he always liked it because it felt like flying.

But it's a silly way to feel, and often even make him shy to talk to others.

But there are others… but they have also become the past.

At this time, the simple iron door on the roof was opened, the rusty bearing bite made a squeaky sound, and the chase wind silently counted several steps.

He knew it wasn't his “friends” who came up… maybe the guy who saw him as an enemy.

He turned around and stood on the fence, naturally he was a little higher, so he looked down... and there were old acquaintances down there.

“Lord Long, I'm sure you'll have to come to me.” Chasing the wind, his eyes swung… If there were ghost babies around, there were two other monsters dressed in black suits.

The owner said that ringing can only work weaker than him... the wind chase has been verified.

Ringing the bell has no effect on ghost babies at all, so much less on the dragon of Long Xiao Ru's Kanshu... but he can still face these demonic characters, and naturally has something to rely on.

There is an unexpected feeling of excitement, able to look at the dragon in Shenzhou with such honesty.

They all say they are demonized, demonized... but nothing wrong with that.

The wind's eyes flashed red, grinning: "When did you become so cautious against a little monster like me, the forefathers of the demon tribe? Are you afraid of me? ”

Dragon and Eve stared closely at the wind's lips and suddenly waved: “Baby ghost, stand down. ”

In the face of orders from Long Xi Ruo, the ghost baby naturally dared not violate... joke, although he was ordered by the tortoise to do the guard thing, the object of the guard is the true Jinzhou Jinlong, if there really is any danger, I don't know who guarded who.

Ghost Baby does not think that there is any danger to Long Yi. Without a word, he retreats with his men and closes the iron door.

“What do you want to do?” The wind chased and frowned.

Dragon and Eve took a deep breath, and in the incredible gaze of pursuing the wind, bowed deeply towards the wind.

“What are you going to do?” The wind chased his eyebrows deeper.

“What do I do?” Dragon and Eve, if that's all, raised their heads and said softly, "I'm just apologizing for not trusting you before me. If I didn't have a little doubt, I wouldn't let you get to where you are today. ”

This is a totem from Shenzhou. Who in Shenzhou can stand the prayer of this dragon?

A feeling of heartbeat that makes the wind hunt look a little heavier.

This is not a matter of power, but of oppression at the spiritual level… This worship impinges on deep-rooted ideas among a demonic race.

Her words divide the two communities of shemales. Her words are the golden rule among the demons, and at this moment she is apologizing?

Chasing the wind slightly moved his lips, he found that Long Yiluo's attitude was completely beyond his expectations.

“Don't follow me out on this!! ”

The heart of the demon in the pursuit of the wind suddenly increases... roar!