Trafford’s Trading Club

After nearly three hours of cooking with dozens of medicines, including gum, ginseng, yellow pepper, three or seven, the elder turtle of the demonic world turned off the furnace fire.

Naturally, this stove is not a regular stove, and as for these medicines, it is not the kind of product that a regular pharmacy can buy.

And as for these big replenishments, isn't this the right kind of brain stew?

Let those old TCM doctors talk to this unknown demon elder about what the purpose of the draft is...

“Lord Long, your medicine. ”

When I heard the sound of the old turtle, I gradually got used to this kind of Shenzhou Jinlong, like a ghost, frowned.

Although she ordered these blood pills to rehydrate her breath, it really hurts to taste them once.

How does it feel?

It's like a fresh, sweet orange juice mixed with sewage, and then a layer of cream and coffee squeezed out of it —— how can the Shinzhou Dragon describe this flavor so nicely?

Probably recently panicked and watched some of the so-called strongest shows on the planet, behind a man at the top of the food chain, affected.

“Leave it.” Dragon and Eve sighed, and the colour of God was a little lonely at this time.

Tortoise glanced at Dragon and Eve's computer screen… it was news: the century-old wishing tree had been cut off in the community and residents had spontaneously organized commemorative events.

Dragon and Eve knew the little move of the tortoise and shook his head: “This tree used to be a very promising tree spirit. It's just a shame to be in love and ruin yourself. I was..."

She slowly appealed, turned off the computer screen and drained the medicine from the tortoise. It just seemed a little harder in this decision than in my mouth.

Bitter too.

After a moment of silence, Tortoise suddenly said: "My lord, I am afraid I will be unable to serve you for a while after a few days of old age. However, don't worry, I have enough medicines available for adults to fry and take. ”

“Far door?” If Long Xi frowned: “What can I do for you? ”

"My lord, the ten-year ritual of the monastic world is about to begin. Xuan Palace, as the guardian palace of the Emperor, cannot fail to go... these years Xuan Palace lacks the contemporary emperor, aged as slave, can only attend on behalf of the Lord every time. ”

Long Xi rubbed his forehead... He had lost too much blood lately, often headaches, dizziness and weakness, "Turns out it's been another decade. Those monastic guys are really dying for Penglai. ”

“Over the years, it has slowly become another form of communication.” Tortoise: “Everyone knows it's nothing, but it's just a ritual, so let's do it, there's always a thought. ”

“You go.” Long Xi shook her head: “I wasn't interested in this anyway, and it's not convenient to say anything like this. ”

“My lord, ageing out here will take away ghost babies and some of their subordinates. I'm afraid I can't personally protect you...”

Tortoise then took out his beads and put them in front of Long Xi Ruo: “However, old age has been implanted three times in it, you can use the last phantom with just one drop of the blood of the dragon at a time. But remember, the power of the dragon is too strong, it can only be one drop at a time, and this technique cannot be sustained. ”

“Talking is better than nothing.” Dragon's Eve nods: “But it should be enough to protect itself. Thank you, old turtle. ”

Tortoise prayed respectfully: "My lord, be careful, remember, remember. ”

……

……

There are more than seven billion people in the world, which means that what happens every day, like the number of sands in the river, cannot be counted.

For example, in a deep mountainous old forest in a peninsula country, there is such a group of people.

They wear clothes similar to ancient samurai, but the hairstyles are mostly modern… There are thirteen people, men, from young to middle-aged.

Wearing the same costume, they were uniformly carrying the same straight knife, running in the woods, catching up with a shadow in front of them - and, of course, in the course of the chase, there was no shortage of curses caused by anger that could not be caught up in any way.

Plus, the guy who ran away not only killed their master, but also stole a secret treasure that they had guarded for nearly 200 years.

Worse still, the murderer came from this place -- at least her parents were the descendants of this place.

I don't know what she's been through all these years, she's only about twenty years old, but she's turned into a gray hair, and she's got such horrible power - their master has lost to her without even being able to last thirty seconds.

“Don't run! We will never let you go! Accept sanctions!! You murderer! ”

Pfft -!

The blowing bubbles in her mouth then blew out a big bubble, then blew it straight out and started chewing it up again - unlike the men behind her, who chased her as hard as they could, she was just as comfortable as a courtroom.

This is Miss Nero from the Michal Club.

“I don't care if you say I rob things. But the murderer, I don't carry this pot.” Nero beat me, "said Nero.“ The guy couldn't beat me. He admitted he was angry, but he threw up blood and died. Is that my fault? ”

“You must have secretly calculated Master in a vile way! Master didn't do everything he could to you! It must be you! ”

“Huh. ”

Nero suddenly stopped, suddenly turned around, his palms slapped behind his back, and a demonic knife in the cartridge swept up in silver, then landed beside her.

Nero's hand grabbed onto the knife handle and blew another bubble, smiling and looking at these men guarding a stop like that, “Want me to try the knife? ”

“Witch, we won't shoot you!” Everyone scolded and drank loudly.

Then go ahead...

Nero shook his head, reached out and took out a small bag hanging from his belt, threw it in his hand, his eyebrows choked: “The charge of murder is as good as yours, but I won't give this to you... this was my mother's thing back then, counting it as mine, I just took my stuff back. ”

“Your mother is just its guardian! It belongs in this place! ”

Nero's eyes suddenly cooled and a cold air drove him out. The Yan Demon knife in his hand seemed to whisper the devil's whisper, causing the thirteen people in front to change their faces.

Nero pulled out the Yan Devil's knife and lifted it to the sky. “I said," Try the knife, who's coming? "”

The crowd looked heavy and Nero waved the knife, pointing directly at one of the middle-aged men, “You're not coming, I'm coming. ”

She walked up slowly… a group of thirteen men, unconsciously blocked by a knife, retreated unconsciously.

This witch... the aura is so horrible!

The devil's whisper emitted by the Yan Demon Knife has gradually intensified. Later, it was like a growl!

Hiss... Hiss!

The hearts of the people suddenly rang a terrible roar, and subconsciously, the thirteen grown men sat softly on the ground with their legs.

Nero suddenly laughed, “You bastard! My knife won't eat you weak bastards! Goodbye, it's my time anyway. ”

Speaking, this white woman with a knife like a hell of a witch disappeared in front of these thirteen men!

They look at this incredible scene… How can a person disappear into thin air?

This woman is horrible!!

Well, the word 'Horror Russ' was recently read by an online novel from a certain country... but they felt it was the most appropriate way to describe this witch!

……

When the white light was shining, she was wiping the cabinet and was about to find a place to bring the mistress's ultimatum home, and the maid stopped her hand.

The owner reading the book also raised his head.

In the white light, Miss Nero, with the Yan Devil's Knife in her hand, measured the area around her, muttering: “That's convenient... I'll be right back. ”

“Looks like Miss Nero had a nice trip.” Boss Lo walked up with a smile.

Nero shrugged his shoulders and carried the Yan Devil's Knife on his shoulder, laughing loudly: “Fine, if you don't count the obvious malicious opening of me still on the overseas reef, I recently fought, avenged a fight and took something back. At the end of the day, more of your transmissions made me pretend, I think those people must be scared to death now, haha!! ”

Despite this, Nero sneaked a glance at his Yan Demon Knife - less than ten seconds ago, it had an appalling magic, but now it's completely shrunk.

Quiet is like a sleeping sick cat... Shh!! What a blade of shame to watch the wind rudder!

Nero looked calmly at this boss... and didn't know who was the worst.

“Miss Nero is as happy as ever. ”

Boss Lo smiled and then turned his palm open, with a bag on his palm - this is the money Nero had previously deposited here… Soul Trading.

The bag flew in front of Nero, and Boss Lo said softly: "Seven souls remain, minus your expenses. Guests, please keep it. ”

Nero turned the bag upside down and didn't even open it. At the same time, he hid the Yan Devil's knife back in the microphone. Then he sat down with a huge grip and appealed to him: "Ah, I just got back, I'm tired! Boss, have a beer! Big one! Also, can I get you something to eat? This maid made something really nice! ”

“Unight, get ready.” Boss Lo said softly.

The maid bowed slightly and went quietly.

Lochu measures the host of this Yan Demon Knife... a really interesting guest, really like the ones in the fantasy novel who are huge in the Adventurer's Bar... Adventurer customers.

“Beer hurts the stomach.” Rochu smiled. “If you don't mind, I've learned to make a cocktail lately. Want to try it? ”

And Nero squinted, “So romantic? You're not trying to punch me, are you? ”

Boss Lo... Lo Qiu instantly retracted the previous review.

PS1: Forgive me for having one tonight... because I just finished writing the tree spirit story, I need to adjust myself, and besides, I'm not a sister machine, so I can squeeze the juice out.

PS2: No! Taking into account that 'not in this life' is more than 2: 00 this morning, I am also better and worse today, meow =. =