Trafford’s Trading Club

It seems to use brass as the backbone of the scroll. When I first saw the scroll book, Song Feng had a feeling of losing sight of it.

Song Dazhen consciously reached out to take this scroll book out of the table, but Song Er quickly grabbed Song Dazheng's wrist at this time, “Da, wait, the machine! ”

Song Dafeng hit a spiritual spirit. He knew that Song Er's hobby was to drill and study some strange tricks. He nodded his head and moved away.

I saw Song Er at this time slowly spinning around the table for a few laps, then looked around. Suddenly, Song Er took a gorgeous dagger from those treasures.

Just before he walked to the table, he pulled out the dagger, carefully pushed the blade from the point where it went into the scroll book, and explained: “This should be a gravitational machine, the scroll book pressed the switch of the machine, once it was taken away, the switch would pop up, then what trap would not know... OK. ”

Song Er pressed the dagger and quickly picked up the scroll book. After taking the scroll book, Song Er did not move, but listened more carefully for a few seconds before slowly appealing.

He pointed to a wooden box not far away that should be used to decorate the jewellery, Song San would like to, rushed over. Song Er put the box in the original position of the scroll book before pulling out the dagger.

“Okay, it's okay.” Song Er then appealed, "Fortunately, this organ is ancient, if modern technology, it is not neutral organ, but buoyancy organ. If the weight is different, it will still violate the organ. ”

Song Da raised his thumb, just brought the scroll book, carefully measured it,

Soon, Song Fei frowned: “Why can't this thing open? ”

But seeing the opening of this scroll book, there is nothing similar to a locking head. However, with Song Da's strength, he could not open a scroll, “This thing is evil! What does it say? ”

Song Er took a look at the surface of the scroll and wrote a line of words, “This seems to be Arabic. I learned something from Mr. Blind... ancient... Quran? ”

“Golan?” Song Dae-suk, “is that your name? ”

Song Ergong glanced at Song Da, then frowned: “I'm afraid it's the Koran, it's the stuff of the imams... Oops, it's the same meaning of the Great Tibetan Scripture to our former abbot! ”

“Why don't you just say it's the Laws of the Magpie...” Song Da glanced at it and didn't understand: “Why are these bloodsucking monsters hiding under the castle? ”

Song San said: “I don't know where it came from. Look at the treasure here. There are some things. I'm afraid it wasn't the owner of the castle who robbed it all over the place? ”

Song Da copied the scroll book from Song's second hand. "This thing is a little evil. When I read it, I didn't feel like my thoughts were the same. I think it's wonderful that we don't touch it... the wealth here is enough for us to be rich and noble for a few lifetimes. Enjoy knowing! ”

“Wait, I have an idea.” But Song Er robbed it, and he said, “Perhaps the blind can open it. I was just drilling for the machine technique, but the guy is a god stick, or a god stick with talent, maybe he will be interested... Da, how can we practice, practice, after all, it is forbidden to get started..."

Song San hesitated: “Penis, you mean..."

Song Er: “Why did the brothers stay with Master Song all the time, just because he was willing to provide for us? There are plenty of people willing to provide for us. How many millionaires in the country are willing to provide for us, if only a few hands? But we're staying in an exotic country like this? Yes, yes, a great part of the reason is that Master Song did save us before. ”

Song Er looked at Song Da wrinkled his eyebrows and hurried: “Da, I know the millennium of grace, we Buddhist disciples also pray for causality. But you think we've saved Master Song a lot of times over the years? Think about the last time in Cuba, who came back with Master Song from hundreds of mercenary hunts? And the last time we were in Malacca, and the last time we went to South Africa! How many times have you forgotten? Far from it, let's just say this time, aren't the brothers fighting for their lives? ”

Song Da was silent.

Song Er only said: “You and I both know that the kindness we should have repaid over the years has already been paid off. Isn't it because you're blind? He's the one we've been searching for! Aren't we staying just to learn from the blind the power of those who are more exotic than martial arts... the monks? If the blind like this thing, it could be our real knock on the bricks. ”

Song Da still hesitated.

Song Er threw the last straw: “Do you only want to be rich for the rest of your life, or do you want to cultivate the way you live? ”

“Martin... dry!” Song Dayi slapped his head and decided: “Take this back to the blind man and see what he said! ”

“Brothers, come and have a look, it looks like there's another door!” Song San called in haste at this time.

It was a small door hidden in the corner of the treasure room. Another huge wooden carving blocked the door, which Song San pushed open before revealing.

Song Er hastily went over and studied it, and finally found the opening organs, but it was not a hidden room or anything, but a long passage.

Song Er glanced at this moment: “This is the treasure room. Generally speaking, there must be a back way where the treasure is placed... this is the way to retreat! Brothers, we're saved! ”

“So... what about these treasures? Can't we take all this? ”

“Stupid! I don't have any money to spend on a ghost If we don't die, call Master Song to call hundreds of people, we don't trust rockets and bombs, we can't even push these monsters! We'll split the treasure! ”

“Opposite! ”

The brothers carried this ancient scroll book, then closed the treasure trove door again, and then touched the newly-discovered passage with their hands.

……

Hitachir is sure to leave this place.

Businessmen should not be suspected - although a number of businessmen would do whatever it takes to make 300 per cent of their profits.

Hitachir himself often takes some risks - but not any more!

Have you ever seen a four-generation vampire killed directly? Hitachir saw that a long time ago, when the Thirteen joined forces to destroy a traitor, he even picked up a leak in the battlefield and got some cheap, but the Thirteen's extermination forces suffered heavy casualties.

That's four generations of vampires, not mixed miracles, dating women in college campuses, then all sorts of bitter love, then dating to see the dawn scum.

He saw with his own eyes that his ancestors had been rendered immobile by a word, then stripped of their power by a word, and finally returned to their original state by a word.

As the origin of the Fenandis bloodline, the disappearance of Viscount Fenandis could be felt with certainty by Hitachir - ask, how dare he remain in the estate in such circumstances?

Hitachir felt that the business had lost its own blood - slaughtered, no, by Karen, beating himself up as a double mud man, the True Blood program announced failure, the Fenandis' most hidden power, Viscount Fenandis, was abandoned.

But before retreating, Thetasir felt a place.

It was an idea that Viscount Fernandis, before finally turning back into a dry body, was transformed into a final force. Because of blood ties, Hitachir was able to hear the last voice of this ancestor.

Another secret hidden by the Fernandis.

Rotating down a long staircase… When Thetasir came here, he saw a huge wooden door.

The wooden door naturally couldn't stop Thetasir, and he pushed it open easily, and the eyes filled with all kinds of wealth. In Hitachir's eyes, it's natural to see that gold and silver are useless.

Some of the gems in here have a faint power, but it's not really good... Thetasir frowned, what good is it for this ancestor to leave a treasure like his own?

Vampires make a difference?

Thetasir frowned and walked in, watching carefully, but found the middle table - on the table - with a delicate jewelry box.

Thetasir opened the jewelry box and intuitively told him that what Joe wanted him to take at the end was what was supposed to be on this table.

“Earrings?” Thetasir frowned and lifted a pair of pearl earrings from this jewelry box.

The pearl is quite large, but the key thing is… Thetasir doesn't really see anything special about it.

“There must be some secret I don't know.” Thetasir frowned, otherwise Viscount Fernandis would not have let himself take such a thing at the end.

Thetasir took a deep breath and thought about it for a while, putting this earring directly on his ear, intending to go back and study it slowly.

The Hitachir enclave turns around and leaves… the money here does not appeal to him at all.

And one more second in this place, and one more minute in danger... and God knows if I'm still alive the next time I run into Rochu?

“Next time... the next time I see you again, I'll have to get you... little cutie. ”

Thetasir revealed an evil smile that eventually disappeared into the darkness.

……

……

The power of the fourth generation of Viscount Fernandis, some of which was unbearable to her, forced her to hold onto the wall in order to be able to move.

She should be called Karen at this time.

Full of gray hair swayed in the shaky walking room, she was like a patient who had recovered from a serious illness, but the vampire's ability to heal herself had been accelerating.

But she tripped over something and jumped forward. Karen fell on the floor, something fell out of her, a coin.

1 mark coin.

Karen raised her head and tried to reach for the coin... her hand was right in front of her eyes, some distance from the coin, but she was floating in front of her.

……

Heavy snow, bells ringing all over the streets, which is actually the sound of Christmas songs, Christmas Eve, 1990 in Berlin, Germany.

People rush home to accompany their loved ones, or go out with their lovers, where they want to go, and they look forward to it, and they are anxious.

Ding, ding... ding.

Unlike the sound of the bell in the music, a coin fell to the ground and rolled, watching as it rolled into the sewers of the street.

But in the end, the coin was blocked by a pair of boots —— or rolling it up against a pedestrian's boot.

At this point, a messy young man flew over and looked underground… he seemed to be the owner of the coin.

When he found the coin safe before it fell into the waterway, he was glad to say, "Oh, thank God, it's my last possession. ”

The young man bent down and picked up the coin.

It was only then that the young man noticed that he was blocked from falling into the sewer coin by a woman and a beautiful woman.

The young man laughed and muttered: “I don't think I'm unlucky either. ”

“Are you in bad luck?” The woman suddenly asked, in the Chinese language, that she could barely hear half an accent.

But the lady with blonde hair, she's a foreigner at first glance.

Young man curious: “Do you speak Chinese? ”

The lady nodded at random and covered her hat with a layer of snow cream. Her hands were stuck in the pockets of the coat and her face was a little pale and seemed frozen.

“Didn't you tell me you were in bad luck?” The lady asked again.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his hands, frozen and frozen, and said casually: "I just gambled with someone else, and I lost all my money, and there was only one coin left. I don't even know how it happened to me. ”

The lady bluntly said, "Is it bad luck to lose a bet? There are a lot of bad luck in the world. ”

And the young man said, "What if we're all betting on luck? Simple luck, I even used some tricks, but couldn't beat it? ”

“Oh?” the lady glanced slightly, seemingly discovering an interesting thing, suddenly glancing at the young man's hands.

Fingers are long, but she can see that the ten fingers of these hands all have more power than ordinary people, and they must be very flexible.

The young man scoffed at himself: “I have never lost, but this time it was a complete loss, and it was lost to a man who could not gamble… to him it seemed like a gift of luck to the goddess. ”

“Are you good at gambling?” The lady asked softly.

The young man smiled confidently at the moment, his fingers clamped up this coin of 1 mark, and lifted it up, "Do you believe me, I can buy the building with it, in one night? ”

He pointed at a building across the street with his finger clamped in a coin.