Trafford’s Trading Club

God speed, God speed, God speed, God speed.

Chasing the wind knows exactly where the source of this impatience comes from: from the original owner of his present body.

At first, the wind could secretly feel that the soul of the moonless world's dog's night fork was not dead, and that the half demon body he somehow occupied was more than just an empty shell.

Later, when Sirius was awakened, the sensation was further enhanced, and the more precise awareness of the dogs' night forks was merely to fall asleep. Nowadays, there are signs of awakening in the consciousness of the Dog Night Fork… perhaps already awakened long ago, only to prevent the awakening of the presence of Sirius himself, as if trapped.

But the dog fork is obviously running out of possibilities, and trying to break through this lockdown - this impatient mood today - is the best proof.

“Though I don't know you, I came to this place to occupy your body without your consent… even though it wasn't voluntary of me. But since you want to see that dead woman so badly, just be quiet, okay?” Take a deep breath in the wind: “You will affect me, I can't concentrate on using the speed of God... trust me, I really want to help you. ”

In fact, the wind itself feels a little strange. According to theory, at this time, he was already with Brother Mo Xiaofei, with the purple star, how far away it was to be correct, but he still stayed.

It doesn't seem strange to put this on Brother Mo Xiaofei, because Brother Mo Xiaofei is such a helpful personality - but he's not.

Even acknowledging Mo Xiaofei as his own big brother, he has a twelve points of respect in his heart, but he can't chase after himself like Mo Xiaofei. His mind is actually very simple - whoever is good to him will be good to him.

These people, including cheese, including Nini, even Long Xiao Ruo, etc., will never be a complete stranger, no intersecting guy —— even if this guy is a good guy.

Chasing the wind is incomprehensible, and thinking about it ultimately only leads to the conclusion that you are influenced by the mood of a dog's night fork and that it is so deeply influenced that you can make this irrational behavior.

But at the same time, he felt that he didn't hate doing it.

“Hey, if you can fix this later, go and tell them what you really want!” Follow the wind in meditation.

The so-called bystander is clear, even his first lukewarm beam on the road to love feels very anxious to look at the relationship between this half demon and the witch. Say it out loud if you like. Isn't that easy? He just subconsciously ignored what he seemed to be the same as a dog fork... liked it but couldn't say.

The dogs hiding in the body began to cooperate with the will of the night fork, and God was quick to do his best. Soon after, the wind had succeeded in seeing the cherry tree.

The tree started to fade away.

A shadow flashes constantly, losing more than a dozen meters in each flash. Then the figure stopped and stopped beneath the fading cherry tree.

But what he saw was a young witch on the ground, and Maggie, who was quietly beside the witch. A tremendous sense of grief instinctively led the wind to take steps.

Speed!

This little distance, under the influence of God, should have appeared directly next to Maggie and the witch. At the end of the day, however, something seemed to have cut him off, and the chase had to stop —— two metres away.

He was able to see Maggie's blood on her palms all the time, as well as the striking wound on the young witch's chest - no doubt through here.

This is not a good script for the immortality of the protagonist, and the heart of a young witch naturally does not appear on the right side, and through this, there is only one result for a young witch.

When did this happen? A second ago? Ten seconds ago? Or earlier? Wouldn't it change something if I got there one step earlier? This kind of problem kept flashing in the wind chase brain, while finding itself actually blank in the brain.

It's a compulsion to think about what you're thinking, to calm yourself down, to think about all possibilities… to do everything possible to escape this fact.

Maggie glanced at the chase wind in front of her, without much expression, “She's dead, Nagato Crane, dead. ”

Chasing the wind silently, something in the body is ramming... it growls, screams, in pain, in sorrow - under that level of consciousness contact, all emotions cannot be concealed.

“You... you killed yourself.” Chasing the wind has been difficult to reach such a conclusion.

Rather, he also seems to have ‘killed' himself, the untrustworthy man, the rather sensitive and fragile himself. But it's different from Maggie and the witch. He "killed" himself in the past, but before him, the past killed the present.

Maggie seemed to see through the wind, and she said directly, “Do you think this should not happen? In any case, you will now be more mature than you were in the past, people can't go back more... how can you be worse than you were already a manager? ”

Chasing the wind shook his head and tried his best to depress the one in his body that did not belong to him, but frantically influenced his insanity. He took a deep breath, some of it tasteless: "But you won, didn't you? ”

“Because this is not a fairy tale, the prince may not arrive in time.” Maggie began to wipe her own bloodstained palms, "not in fairy tales, so-called light always triumphs over darkness, so-called evil is ultimately invincible justice... more so than, but who would prefer to stay. ”

Chasing the wind wanted to say something, and eventually chose silence. He asked himself not to be an idealist… even though there was some confusion in his mind about Maggie's words.

“I'll get you out of here.” Maggie spoke again, “including all those implicated in the present world of the Lord who entered a moonless world. Rest assured, for you, you will only feel tired. And the time of the Lord is not out of date, nor is the film just over. ”

“That simple?” The wind is deeply skeptical of this.

Maggie shook her head: "This film has been in the Lord's world for some time, absorbing enough nightmare power. At first, it was just to gain a lot of nightmare power, and now the plan is almost complete, and naturally there is no need to leave you here - after all, there is a huge amount of human unconsciousness, and there is a great risk that this moonless world will be exposed to certain beings who know, which is not something that Lord Alex would like to see… Of course, I am talking about a lot, and if it were just a few alone, I don't think the impact would be too bad. ”

Chasing the wind frowned, and he heard Maggie talking about the threat.

Maggie sneered, “You, and your other two companions, are so powerful that even entering the moon has no memory loss. Leaving you alone, the moonless world will always be exposed. Besides, your companion named Mo Xiaofei, Lord Alex really liked it. If grown-ups like it, let him always turn in nightmares! ”

Maggie waved her arms and chased the wind from the moment she sensed the threat in her mouth. At this moment Maggie's movements began, he had already started the divine speed and crossed a distance of more than 10 meters.

But only once the wind moved, his body could no longer move. He understood the gap between himself and Maggie. A violent will swept the spirit of the wind, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

The root of the cherry blossom tree suddenly grows and swallows the chase wind directly into it.

After that, Maggie stopped looking at the wind and looked down at the young witch's body. She frowned, a demonic fox fire erupted, and the body of the young witch began to burn... only the body was burned in the demonization fire, undamaged.

She remains in her state of death.

“Because of homology…” Maggie frowned.

The young witch is indeed dead, and now the corpse is proudly preserved only because of the special nature of the body - after all, it was nurtured by the flesh and blood of that demonic fox, and later retrieved the soul of the demonic fox sealed by the Goddess family - it can be said that the existence of the individual Nagato Crane is equivalent to the regeneration of that demonic fox.

It's just that Alex's inherent special ability, "between dreams and reality," should have had two unique Nagato cranes, and now there's only Maggie left in stock.

The two contest each other, even if the external conditions are the same, and they are perfectly equal, so that they can survive, then naturally they are better.

“Lord Alex...”

Maggie also dragged the witch's body into the roots and eventually came to Alex. She picked him up and placed him under a cherry tree, and a tiny bit of roots began to wrap around Alex, the nightmare that Maggie nursed from the cherry tree.

Boom boom...!

At the bottom of the cherry tree trunk, three paths were ripped apart, the heavens and the gods, the moon read life, the vegetarian sounds as if pushed by something, slowly; ‘floating’ emerged.

Maggie glanced at Alex and walked straight to Sanguino, who, as a container, not only accommodated the nightmares of the whole moonless world, but also the power of this world debris - her state today, is the ideal state to swallow easily, even if the power of the whole moonless world is summed up.

“Lord Alex, after I devour the power of Sanguiko and then go to the Eighth Hall to absorb Evil Nami... I will accompany you to that place. ”

Maggie simply devoured Sanguiko - she knew that from now on, Evil Nami would not be her opponent.

……

Lochu put the brush down and waited quietly for the text to dry out. When these black words merge thoroughly with the yellow paper, Mr. Lo gently closed the book.

“Master, the witch has lost. ”

Luo Qiu glanced at Yu Night, then stood up and delivered the book to Yu Night's hand, then said softly: “The story is finished, let's go to the customer for inspection... if you are not satisfied, you can only push it to rewrite. ”

Leaving the shrine with Yu Night, while descending from the mountain, he saw Da Cheol not knowing that he had picked up a pile of wild fruit from it. He carried his clothes around like that, walking up and biting.

When Dae-chul saw the boss, he smiled brilliantly and said, “Boss, would you like some fruit? It's sweet. I picked up some fruit trees on the way. ”

“Okay.”

Lochu reached for it.

“Where are we going now?” Dae-chul asked curiously.

“Shipping. ”

……

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In the cave, Mo Xiaofei doesn't know how many times he has read his mind, he has even entered a state he has never entered before, so that I forget things.

Perhaps because of too much focus, Mo Xiaofei did not realize that at this moment a black smoke slowly emerged from the ground not far from him.

And this little bit of black smoke, it's coming towards him right now.

Mo Xiaofei still has no notice--because the ultimate purpose of this little black smoke is not Mo Xiaofei, but to put aside the unconscious purple star.

The black smoke gradually became a shadow, closing in little by little to the purple stars. It just seemed like it had some worries, and eventually it just circled around the purple stars —— it was a coyote, or the will of a coyote to eventually split up.

When the sealed shackles could not be completely torn apart, and the moment it was recycled again, the coyote had to beat its heart out of itself. And because the seal broke in half, it made this crazy idea come true.

The coyote directly divided its power and will and freely dissociated its will, while the coyote's power was eventually restored to the purple star's soul.

Freedom of will, which equates to not being bound, but losing the original power of the coyote, leaves hundreds of millions of free people unusually unhappy.

It wants to take back the power that belongs to it - but the key question is, when it's too close to the Purple Star, will it not be easy to gain free will and be restrained again? It can't touch whether this bondage, which has enslaved itself for countless years, can do this.

While hesitating, the coyote suddenly felt a dangerous feeling —— a feeling of being stared at by a snake, "Who! ”

There was only a purple fog, which slowly emerged from the ground, and soon afterwards turned into a little snake.

This little snake is throwing up his tongue at this moment, his eyes are constantly measuring between Mo Xiaofei, Purple Star, and the will of the coyote. I don't know what I'm thinking.