Trafford’s Trading Club

Half a monster, by definition, only half belong to monsters.

And because the body has a relationship that normally belongs to humans, it has been closer to the appearance of humans since the beginning of its life... No?

Most half-demonsters can be described in terms of crooked dates, and even more extreme, they have to grow demons and walk in a creepy leather bag, which frightens humans, and the pure demons are even less inclined to accept - after all, most half-demonsters are born because they can't control the demons in their lower bodies.

It is almost impossible to be responsible for monsters who end up surprisingly leaving future generations to mate with humans simply for the sake of exasperation.

“Ouch! It hurts! Damn woman, can't you just lighten your hand? ”

Half a demon in a red robe is staring at a witch with a shorter head than herself with great dissatisfaction. Half a demon teenager's heart is mumbling from the point of view of the demons as they measure humans: too little meat to eat. And while it's very delicate, I'm afraid it doesn't have much bite... why is it so thin? Probably not very good anymore.

Although, half a demon teenager has never eaten a shemale.

“If it weren't for the fact that you helped me repel that toad, I wouldn't be treating you at all. ”

One head lower than the half demon teenager, who looks a little over 10 years old, I'm afraid... or the naiveté on the face of the 11-year-old little witch has not faded, but she talks in an old way - which makes the half demon teenager hate itchy teeth.

But there's no way... he can't beat her!

He's only 10 1/2 years old! Holy shit!!

As a half demon, he has seen sixteen winter snowfalls... if he spends the spring and cherry blossom season of the past year, he will have seventeen winter snowfalls?

“The toad will come back.” Half a demon teenager is obviously reluctant to do too much entanglement on the technical issue of the little witch bandaging the wound and turning to something else.

In front of this ancient shrine, there is a magical power hidden. This power can completely awaken the demonic blood of the half demon - when the demonic blood is fully awakened, the half demonic teenager can truly be called the demonic teenager.

It was his natural dream —— the toad seemed to have the same intention, so the toad attacked.

Do you want to take advantage of the mysterious power in the shrine while this little witch is at war with that stinking toad? Half a demon teenager looks at the little witch who's masturbating herbs, and a hint of evil is breeding —— how can it be evil? He's a monster... even though he's only half a monster.

“Have you always lived here?” Half a demon teenager couldn't help but frown and ask - is this witch too small to look too empty living in a shrine like this... “What about your loved ones? ”

“You have too many questions.” The little witch lifted up and finally pressed the crushed herb onto the wound on the last part of the half demon teenager's arm, then curled it in white strips for a few rounds rather reluctantly, "you can go, don't come back again. Or I'll kill you. ”

But it's not scary at all... it's because it's a little too small, even if it works so hard to put on a cold face.

However... although it is really small, the spiritual power that is scattered all over it is so powerful that the half demon teenager has to retreat by three points.

“I... I'll come back! You're gonna get the power to be a real monster! You watch!” Half a demon teenager fled the shrine in panic.

Spring goes to autumn.

On the seventeenth winter snow, the half demon teenager again came to the shrine in front of the half mountain waist. The little witch grew up a little bit, a little taller, but still the same thin.

Consciously, a number of half-breed teenagers were already hiding outside the shrine and watching. The little witch was sitting on her knees in the shrine writing and reading. She seemed too focused to find him coming.

What an opportunity!

Half a demon teenager looked excited. He knows that the shrine's palace is in the middle, dedicated to that magical power! While the little witch was not here, the half-breed teenager easily arrived at the shrine.

But the half-witted teenager didn't seem to think of one thing —— how could a little witch with such powerful powers be so careless about the guardian thing?

There are many hidden spells in front of the shrine.

By the time the little witch dropped the book in her hand and came to the shrine hall, the half demon teenager had fallen into a trap, unscrupulous.

“It's you again.” The little witch frowned: “I told you, if you come back, I'll kill you. ”

The half-witted teenager struggled wildly, revealing her fangs, and the little witch said that if she wanted to kill him, she would really kill him. Because it was said that the toad had been killed - even though the legend was that the toad was a long-lived family, it would still die.

But the half-witted teenager was always unable to break free of the trap from the little witch's cloth... In the face of the little witch's arrow on the long bow, the half-witted teenager suddenly gave up the struggle... death, perhaps another kind of relief.

“You want to die?” The little witch's fingers slowed down and she didn't loosen her tight bowstrings.

“Where's all this bullshit coming from! Damn woman, kill if you want!” Half a demon boy growled instantly.

The little witch asked curiously, "Why do you want what the shrine is offering? ”

Half a monster said he wanted to be a real monster.

The little witch untied him and told him to leave. Don't come again.

“I'll come back!” Half a demon teenager fled and finally made an angry noise down the hill, "he defeated you with his own hands! Let you willingly give it to me! ”

Don't come, the little witch said silently on the mountain.

……

Spring came again in autumn, the eighteenth year of the half demon teenager in winter. A scar appeared on the face of the half demon teenager. After a year of grinding, he realized he was much stronger.

The little witch is still writing and reading in the shrine, and she's cold and clean.

“Dead woman, this time the old man will... ah! ”

Half a demon teenager was thrown directly from the shrine this time - quite rightly, rolling down the long stone steps. But he still doesn't intend to give up... so go out and practice for another month!

“Dead woman, this time the old man is different... ah!! ”

Roll down.

“Dead woman! I will definitely put you... ah!!! ”

Roll down.

“Dead girl... ah!! ”

Roll down.

Once, it seems tougher than a rock.

Roll down...

……

“Please, lend me the power of the shrine as long as I can be a true monster! Whatever I do, I promise! ”

Finally, the half demon teenager lowered his head in front of the shrine, and the diamond horn on his body seemed to have been flattened clean in one rolling staircase - he really couldn't beat the shrine's guardian witch.

“Why are you so obsessed with being a real monster?” The little witch pondered.

“That guy...” the half-witted teenager bites and cuts his teeth: “That guy, in any case, I'm going to beat him and make him mistake in front of my mother. For this purpose, I can give up anything! ”

“Mother...” the little witch frowned, "Your monster's blood, from the father? ”

Half a demon teenager leaned towards his head, "He called the dog god general. He plundered my mother. After I was born, he abandoned us. Just because my mother is just a tool for fun... just because I can't inherit the blood of a true monster, just a half demon! Can't even see the light... even get that guy to make fun of other monsters! ”

The little witch pondered for a long time and finally shook her head: “You smell too much blood to make you a real monster and only bring more death. ”

“I kill bandits and monsters who know nothing but looting!” Half a demon teenager stares directly at the little witch in front of her, "I've never eaten anyone! ”

“All right then.” The little witch calmly said, "Go kill a hundred big evil monsters and collect another hundred different ancient books to send, I can promise to help you become a true monster. ”

She gave him an almost impossible task to accomplish. A hundred great monsters can be judged by the remnants of demons, and a hundred different ancient books... whether counted or not, she's actually in charge.

“A hundred great monsters, a hundred different ancient books...” Half a demon teenager bites his teeth and turns to leave, “a promise! ”

Another month later.

Half a demon teenager sat proudly in front of the empty space in front of the shrine, putting the relics of the three great demons and more than a dozen ancient books on the ground, "Speak for yourself! I did it! ”

“And ninety-seven monsters, eighty-six ancient books.” The little witch glanced at the ‘spoils of war’ of the half demonic teenager.

“What! It's supposed to be 85 copies left! ”

“There are two duplicates.” The little witch shook her head. "Can't you read? ”

Half a demon teenager almost smashed his teeth, and finally grew, “I'll come back a month later! ”

The little witch still shook her head, looked at what was scattered on the ground, silently packed it up... took what was left of the great monster and purified it, then picked up an ancient book and went back to her room.

It smells like a library, paper and ink… she smells like she's contaminated too.

The little witch began to read an ancient book she had never spent and suddenly lowered her head to reveal a slight smile... her knowledge of the outside world, what she heard, all came from books here.

The world of books is as vast as the ocean… What wonderful world will he bring next time?

The little witch secretly wrote the name of the half-witted teenager on blank paper, which is Juan Xiu Qingli's word.

[Dog Night Fork]

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Chasing wind rubbed his head. He accidentally fell off a branch after his side. Why did you choose to sleep on the branches, the wind chase never figured out - probably this body's hobby?

However, it seemed like a dream had been sent… as a spectator. Probably a little memory of the original owner of this body?

“… what is this thing? ”

Chasing the wind, staring at something on the ground —— right in front of the place where he fell from the tree, not knowing when a little box was placed.

Chasing wind is not new to boxes tied with ribbons like this... but when did it show up?

Even if I fell asleep, no one should have been here. At least he has a sensitive sense of smell, and he can't smell anything at this point.

After chasing the wind and frowning, I picked up the box and shook it hard for a few moments, it seemed empty, nothing, more odd.

Ultimately he couldn't stop, simply and brutally tore the box apart, but he didn't get anything, just a fantastically strange mass appeared in front of him… or more like a translucent white light sphere.

“What the hell?”

Chasing the wind scratched his head, reaching out and squeezing this gas group round and flat... but it feels like he can't stop. Yet when he threw this strange group of light on the ground, it would fly back to him automatically, and even when he threw the group so hard, it would come right back to him, seemingly with the intention of pinning him down.

“This thing...” Chasing the wind frowned, eventually holding the light in the palm of his hand... has a strange but unclear feeling.

“Forget it... go find Purple Star. ”

Chasing the wind jumped directly onto the top of a tree and looked up —— he wondered if he had seen the stone tablet in Early Rice Village, but he hadn't seen a similar village nearby?

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The Nagato family is a very strict little place, the Hao family - of course, such a hao family looks at all of the Kondo family's cognacs, probably the size of sesame seeds.

Nagato's immediate family is already sitting in jeopardy, preparing a day's lunch.

Shinji Nagato sits opposite Sanro Nagato, while in the position directly above his head, the empty position is reserved for Master Nagato and next to him is Master Nagato's wife. At this point, Master Nagato's wife is already here.

Downstairs, starting with Shinji Nagato and Sanro Nagato, each sitting in the Nagato family - Nagato's sister, Hideko Nagato, and her needy son-in-law, Ryota Sakamoto, Nagato's son, Taiichi Sakamoto, and daughter-in-law, on the other side, are the youngest Nagato cranes.

The family silenced, even though the food was already full in front of them, and I'm afraid the food was cold, and it didn't move - because Master Nagato had not arrived yet.

Eating before the head of the household is an act of contempt for the sovereign authority of the family.

The lady hostess of the Nagato family has aged and faded. At this time, she lowered her eyebrows and waited quietly... When she heard footsteps coming from outside the door, she stood up hastily and opened the door for the husband, the master of the Nagato, waiting for him to sit down.

Until Master Nagato sat down and took a look at the people present, finally seeing the end of Nagato crane. At this time, when the cloth was wrapped around his forehead, he frowned: “What's going on? ”

“It was like a crane, playing in the courtyard, accidentally fell down and knocked his head off.” Lord Nagato's wife whispered at the moment.

“I think Embroidery took care of it.” Master Nagato calmly said: “Turn back to the family law. ”

Makoto Nagato, the founder of the figurine, did not look away at this moment. Master Nagato said so, waved, and the crowd started eating... the Nagato family started eating.