Trafford’s Trading Club

PM05: 32

In one of the rooms of the pet hospital, the tortoise is staring at the beaker in front of it.

The flame core of the alcohol lamp was pulled up slightly by him, which ensured that the temperature of the flame would achieve the desired effect. Each of his movements appeared delicate and stable, as if dealing with a sacred work.

All of a sudden, the tortoise opened its eyes and a little bit of cold flashed through them. Just saw him fly out of his sleeve —— it's hard to imagine an old turtle swallowing slowly like this.

Tortoise sighed and drank, his hands picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table, his hands were like electricity, the noodles in the beaker stirred!

Just saw the golden noodles rolled up, then suddenly lifted up, waving excess moisture in the air, and then asked the floor into another beaker.

“Listen, Ghost Baby, to make a good instant noodle, you need to be careful! Time is just right, one more point, the face is too soft, one less point, the face is too hard!” Tortoise sucks cooked noodles into the mouth, so much so that it teaches the newly arrived ghost baby.

“ …… ”

The ghost baby sighed and nodded casually, "Tortoise, you just have to be happy. ”

Tortoise was eating noodles and said: “Where's Lord Long? ”

“The adult said he wanted to go outside.” The ghost baby said directly: “It's been almost half an hour since I went out. ”

“Probably upset.” The turtle shook his head and didn't say much, "By the way, would you like a packet of old tart pickles? I'll cook it for you? ”

“Tortoise, I'm not in the mood, please stop.” The ghost baby sat down and stared at the turtle with a pair of dead fish in his eyes.

At this moment, a monster man in a black suit suddenly entered the door, and the divine colour rushed in, “Lord Turtle, we found a letter outside the door. ”

“Letter?" What letter? ”Tortoise stunned.

“I don't know, I didn't look. ”

The monster man went on to say, "No one wrote it to, just one letter. ”

White envelope, nothing on it. The turtle frowned and immediately took it and opened it. He swept a quick glance and his face stirred.

“Tortoise, what does this letter say?” Ghost babies are also curious to ask.

“Hmm...” the turtle looked a little heavier and said positively: “I'm afraid it's coming from the wind... the letter says let's get to Nanyun Town by 8: 00 tonight, if we don't come, we'll wait for the body to be collected. ”

“Nanyun Town?” The ghost baby frowned, "about 200 kilometers... how did the wind chase him to that place? ”

“Don't know…” The turtle had to frown and think about what to do - 200 kilometers is not difficult for the monsters here, and it is not necessary to arrive before 8 p.m.

The problem is, he doesn't know exactly what the plan is to follow the wind.

“Tortoise, shall we go?” Baby Ghost is helpless at this time: “Lord Long hasn't come back yet, why don't we go find him? Nanyun Town... I'm afraid of fraud. ”

Tortoise shook his head directly: “Whether fraudulent or not, we need to rush to see it, in case you are not afraid of 10,000... this chase wind can control others, how many innocent monsters we can't really touch right now. He's out of his mind, he can do anything... We can't wait, Ghost Baby, you take some of your men and I'll see for myself. ”

As he said, Tortoise looked at the monster man hastily: “You bring a few brothers and tell her about it when Lord Long returns... Besides, keep an eye on the monsters here. If anything happens to them, special circumstances will be handled, and the point of violence doesn't matter. ”

“I know, Lord Turtle! ”

Tortoise took a deep breath and swept the noodles inside the beaker into his mouth. Then he sank: “Get the car ready! ”

Tortoise quickly pushed the door open and rushed towards the hospital door.

At this time, he was holding his big stomach and Shu Xiaoshu walked by with a pot, "Oh, Lord Turtle! Do you want to go out? ”

Watching Shu Xiao Shu sincerely panicked, wanting the look of courtesy, Tortoise waved, holding Shu Xiao Shu with the air, “You are pregnant, don't have to be polite... what are you going to do? ”

Shu Xiaoshu sighed: “I'm going to send some cheese to the past. He locked himself up for more than a day, didn't eat anything, didn't talk... I'm worried. ”

“He's young, something doesn't make sense. ”

Tortoise did not intend to say anything more, and then said a few words of comfort: “When you have figured it out, you will come out. Maybe it's still a good thing for him. Unlike humans, we monsters are naturally robbed of our hearts and minds, and we need to face all kinds of confusion. Although human life is short and hasty for decades, we can often cross quickly in the face of confusion, but we can't. The mind of demons grows too slowly... Perhaps heaven and earth is a disguised obstacle to alien demons. But once we get past it, we'll get more. The cheese kid, I look smart, a little smart, and his eyes are strong, I think he'll figure it out soon, so don't worry too much, pay attention to the child in your belly. ”

“I know, Lord Turtle.” Shu Xiao Shu respectfully said goodbye.

Tortoise pushed the gate open and left by car.

Shu Xiaoshu quickly came to the room where the cheese was locked, knocked gently on the door, looked at the morning food brought outside the room still unmoved, sighed, changed the new food before leaving silently.

……

Hearing the knocking on the door and smelling the rat demon, it's easy to smell the food… it's probably the mother who brings him fresh again.

Are you tired of sitting around all day and night?

Nature is tired… especially on these cold, hard floors.

How good would it be to be able to skip this pain directly... straight up is a strong will, how good would it be to know the state of the world?

Cheese sometimes reads some novels released by the human world: online novels.

The character of the hero in there is very good... from the start.

I envy you... no matter what pain, what failure, what frustration, what loss, what sorrow can be said about crossing the past and crossing it from beginning to end.

Are we all projecting ourselves into that ideal state to escape reality?

The cheese held the whistle on his body. For a long time, he wondered if he could give himself some hints if his father was still around.

He put the whistle in his mouth several times, but on several occasions he endured not to blow it. On the one hand, he feared that the whistle would lead the iron whistle, that it would be killed by ghost babies and other monsters. On the other hand, he was still afraid that the iron whistle would be brought in, that the iron whistle would really go mad, and that it would hurt all the monsters here.

The cheese appealed for a long time.

He suddenly found out what the wind was saying, and some of it was true… he was always trying to do something double, looking forward to all sides becoming better.

Perhaps thinking about chasing the wind is like this, and Xiaojiang should be like that... so that everyone is happy together, that would be great.

But I... did I impose my will on them? Are they also just forcing themselves to cooperate with me...

“I can't figure it out. ”

The cheese lay directly on the ground and the cold floor did not bring him calm, but became more and more irritable after a day of closure.

The cheese spins subconsciously… where the body and floor are attached, sends a feeling of pressing something. Cheese subconsciously pulls things out of their pants pockets.

“This is…”

An entrance roll… Nini gave it to him.

“Aren't you going to split up...”

……

……

PM07: 33

In less than half an hour, the show will officially begin… even during the break, the 67,000 people on the scene can feel the shock.

Hung Guan walked through the door and listened for a while, taking a deep breath, hoping to adjust his nervousness - just before he ended his video communication with his wife.

The words of encouragement seem to be still in the ear, but it is not easy to talk calmly.

How exactly did you calm yourself down then? Hung Guan started to get a little distracted, thinking about things that were not marginal.

Suddenly the lounge door rang and Cheng Yun pushed the door in and split his head and said: "Why are you standing still, Lucy? Have you put your makeup on them? ”

“Ah Cheng, it's all done, absolutely no problem... look how handsome they are! ”

Sung Yun waved: “I'm not interested in men... so why don't you all go outside and I'll talk to Hung Guan about something. ”

……

“Director Cheng, don't know what you want to say to me?” When only Hong Guan and Cheng Yun were left, Hong Guan asked first.

The cloud shook its head and opened the door. Hung Guan saw that Mr. Zhong, who had never known his identity, was definitely a 'noble man'.

The pride of the young man made him nervous immediately.

When the clock came in with a bag, he handed it to Hung Guan and smiled. “Let me give it to you, too. ”

“This guitar...” Hung Guan opened it and couldn't help but stand still. He looked at the clock dust, “Why would you... give it to me? ”

“I think he meant something.” The clock smiled slightly: “But I don't know, I just did what he told me... maybe you'll know. ”

Hung Guan held the guitar's hands a little harder, silenced for a while before he said: “But... didn't he come? ”

“Oh, he'll come.” The clock went down softly: “The driver went to pick him up, he should catch up, he'll see you downstairs. Come on, I'm looking forward to your show. ”

But Hung Guan said: "Mr. Chung, if you come too, can I have a word with him... before the show? ”

"Of course, if he wanted to, why would I stop him? ”

“Thank you…”