Trafford’s Trading Club

“Messenger, and Mr. Besson.” Mr. St. Francis appeared in an elegant manner before Bucky, "and it was an honor to have you at your little girl's birthday dinner. ”

When did Bucky see Ming like this? Forget the darkness in your mind at this point, just wondering how to keep this old buddy in this position tonight.

Bucky couldn't help but get a little excited to think that Ming would bow to his magic and kneel in front of himself every day.

“Relax and be fine.” Bucky smiles at this moment: "It's rare, Mr. St. Francis, that you invite him warmly, isn't it? Besides, God has always taught me not to reject the goodness of others. ”

“Ha ha, I hope to hear more from the messengers in the future, and I'm sure there will be a lot less turns on the road to life.” Mr. St. Francis also spring-wind.

But at the same time, he's measuring the guests at this birthday party tonight —— obviously, a lot of them, not feeling anything abrupt about this messenger of God at the banquet, and they're very happy.

These people, obviously one of the believers, may be the ones who are about to become believers.

Silently, this emerging church attracted so many influential wealthy people that it surprised Mr. St. Francis.

He was not convinced that the person who had that talent to develop this emerging church would be Bucky, a delicious lazy man who could do it entirely with his luck —— yet the name of this emerging denomination always gave Mr. St. Francis some mustard in his heart.

Is it a coincidence or something...

“It is rare for you, Mr. St. Francis, to think the same way.” Mr. Besson is very clever at this point in time, "in fact, we have recently been editing a new doctrine, and the first version is about to be printed. If you are interested, Mr. St. Francis, I will be the first to bring it to you. ”

“It's an honor.” Mr. St. Francis smiled slightly.

At this point, Mr. St. Francis' secretary suddenly came to him and whispered something. When I saw Mr. St. Fran nod his head, I looked at the ‘Messenger of God' with regret and said: "I am so sorry, the Mayor is about to arrive and I have to go meet him. If you will not, I will let the little girl greet you, hoping that she will be able to enlighten herself under your inspiration. ”

“Yes.” Bucky promised without saying anything... the old man was going to send his daughter's rhythm - only unfortunately Bucky had been dealing with Ming for over a decade, the best way to find out about this guy.

How could this guy have such a marvelous daughter... was it green?

Bucky's heart is‘ kind 'in guessing what he's going to do when Ming's daughter shows up - to be honest, Bucky feels a little less interested in women these days.

On the one hand, perhaps because of the prevalence of outstanding female believers in his church, which made him a little numb, and, on the other hand, perhaps because of his love?

“Messenger, please follow me.” Mr. St. Francis' secretary now came to Bucky respectfully and made an invitation gesture.

……

What surprised Bucky was that this guy, Besson, didn't follow him —— he was the first fanatical believer who almost always wanted to stay by his side.

Don't you know that this fanatical believer has long been aware of the interest of the "Messenger of God", this time already smelled the other purpose of Mr. St. Francis, and the interest of the Messenger. How dare you disturb the interest of this supreme "Messenger of God"?

Mr. St. Francis' secretary opened the door for Bucky in front of a hotel suite and let Bucky in alone.

With a lot of muscle strength lately, and learning to enchant this spell, Baggi was so calm and handy that he walked into the room with a smile.

When he entered the room, the secretary outside closed the door very wisely.

This should be one of several luxury suites on almost the top floor of the hotel and is also a duplex structure. At this point, a woman stood in front of the landing window and looked at the neon lights in the city.

Bucky remembers the look of this Miss Krissny, watching her almost perfect back at the moment, but her mind was slightly warmed up - she had little interest in women, but if she met the best, she still had some difficulty suppressing the urge of instinct.

In general, it can actually be described as becoming picky.

Footsteps are approaching, and Miss Christine is not turning back. Until Bucky walked up to her side and looked out at the view, she still didn't look.

Bucky is a veteran in the bushes, from the lowest level of prostitutes to bright stars outside, who have tried.

If you edit his history into a book, you could have a series of hundreds of chapters —— he knows that Miss Krissny's disregard for this kind of behavior is meant to be captive.

Sample.

“Look at this lantern. What do you see?” Bucky suddenly asked softly.

Happiness may have been a long time lately, but when Bucky said that, even he himself felt a little bit like a god stick.

Miss Christine still hasn't come to see this‘ Messenger of God 'at this time, just to be blunt: "The arts and crafts of this world are either pursued or pursued, busy or exhausted. ”

Bucky didn't answer after listening, he just looked out the window in silence - he suddenly got a little confused and wondered why Ming's daughter suddenly came to such a sigh.

“Miss Christine.” But Bucky had eaten a lot of salt and suddenly turned his head: “This arts and crafts life is exhausting, but there is always such a small part of people who are lucky... Miss Christine, you are Mr. St. Francis' golden food, and you should not be sighing like this. ”

“Do you find it pleasant to live in a rich family?” Miss Christine slowly moved her gaze.

“It's just a lot more comfortable than the poor kids.” Bucky said softly, "Perhaps what you're tired of is what others want to get. What you spit on is not out of date. You've long been used to it. It doesn't seem like it's a big deal. In the eyes of some people, it's an act you don't know how to cherish. ”

Miss Christine looked at Bucky and said positively: "Since you are the messenger of God and are loved by many believers, it must be because your wisdom can convince them. I'd really like to ask you a question, okay? ”

“I don't know everything.” Bucky shook his head: “Almighty is the god I believe in, not the humble believer I am. ”

“Can you save me?” Miss Christine said coldly.

Bucky didn't react for a moment and was stunned: "Save you? Miss Christine, I don't feel like you're in danger. ”

Miss Christine looked out the window once again, sad and sad, "What you see is that I grew up in a rich family with an excellent environment of growth, the daughter of Mr. St. Francis the Great Good... but I don't know, I was just an orphan without parents, I was just adopted. ”

I told you! Ming's calf is an immortalist, how could he have such a lovely biological daughter - so he has no doubt about this confession from Costney.

“Even so, the God of Fortune has quietly come to you, hasn't he?” Bucky smiled softly: “Adoption is a good thing, especially since Mr. St. Francis is also a good man. ”

“Probably.” Miss Christine was silent for a long time and then suddenly reached out and touched the glass window in front of her and grabbed her fingers slightly, "Careful care, arbitrary material provision, even the road ahead has been planned… what else is unsatisfactory? ”

“It should be gone.” Bucky nodded.

“But what if this man raped me when I was 14?” Christine was talking so cold that Bucky couldn't help himself.

“It's... unlikely, right?” Bucky's mouth doesn't fit.

As far as he knows, Ming is not a good mouthful... but he plays a similar game once in a while, but it's just a form of game, just a little experience of this alternative backbone.

“How can such a beautiful work of art be tarnished?” Miss Krissny looks at Bucky so terribly at the moment, "and instead of being tarnished later, let me destroy it myself… Father, that's what he said. I will never forget that day, a man who gave me everything, hesitated to appear before me like an angel, took me away from an icy welfare home, gave me a superior life, would suddenly reveal his fangs, like a demon, tearing my clothes apart and eating me. ”

Bucky was silent for a moment and frowned: “Miss Christine, why are you telling me this... this is probably the last thing you want anyone to know? ”

Miss Christine smiled so hard, “Do you think I'm lying to you? ”

Bucky's subconscious shook his head, “Doesn't seem necessary either, except it's hard to accept... Well, people are double-sided, and Mr. St. Francis may really be an outsider, but his inner strength is corrupt - but why are you telling me this? ”

“I hope you can save me.” Miss Christine is staring at Bucky right now, "my father, Mr. St. Francis, is a hypocrite. The purpose of charity is simply to make yourself more famous. His aim was to garner enough support to enable him to successfully participate in the next presidential election. ”

Shit... this Ming has an idea, let's do something!

From a fiercely vicious thug to a head of state... only this lunatic dares to think!

“Just you.” Miss Christine suddenly grabbed Bucky's palm, "and only you could save me from my father's demon. Because he needs you so badly, he hopes to get your help and wait for the support of most influential people behind your emerging church. With your support, he would be a big step closer to his goal. ”

“So?” Bucky suddenly sort of figured out what this woman meant.

“As long as you talk to my father, you like me.” Miss Christine put Bucky's palm directly in front of her chest at the moment, and Chu Chu said, “Well, in order to please you, my father will certainly not hesitate to answer your request. Because in his eyes, I was just a toy for him to play with. If this toy could be of the greatest value, my father would be happy to put my hands on it... tonight, that's what I meant. ”

“Cough!” Bucky pulled his hand back, "Miss Christine, please weigh yourself down. I'm a very serious person. ”

“No... okay?” Miss Christine's eyes are soft at the moment, "I've been waiting for someone to show up, someone who could take me out of my father's nightmare, and I swore... if I had one, I'd spend the rest of my life paying back. ”

Miss Christine took her hand off her back and began to unzip the pure white embroidered golden dress.

Her hands rolled open the shoulders of the dress and let the long dress slide down. At this point, Krissny's hands protected her chest and lowered her head slightly. "Don't sully this body... but it's just the father... isn't it attractive to you? ”

“Mmm…”

Bucky swallowed his own sip.

Don't sully your adoptive daughter, the girl waiting to be saved, is very exciting to poke at him - I've never seen anything like it before.

Just...

Looking at this moment, you can do whatever you want, Miss Krissny. Bucky instantly pressed the fire of his heart and suddenly opened his palms.

There was a strange light in the palm of his hand, and Krissny watched subconsciously, and his eyes instantly became a little divergent… and then empty.

Then, Krissy stood there like a puppet.

Bucky took a breath at this moment - he had just beguiled the woman and stopped her. At this point, Bucky held his hand and wrinkled his eyebrows, making a thoughtful appearance.

Take it easy, Bucky. Think about it, Ming. Is this real scum to such an extent?

Bucky glanced at Kosty, who was flattered at the moment.

Bucky, there's nothing wrong with being careful...

Bucky took another look at Kosty, who was flattered at the moment.

Bucky, what woman have you never played... there must be a fraud in here!

Bucky took another look at Kosty, who was flattered at the moment.

Bucky... fuck!! There's charm in the labor. Why don't you just ask?

Bucky slapped himself in the head, and then evil smiled and walked to Krissny.

But just as he was about to ask, the position of the back neck was suddenly hit hard, and the whole child fell to the ground without saying a word.

After he fell, a figure suddenly appeared in the air - the Queen of Shadows looked coldly at Bucky, falling to the ground, frowned, "Succubus. ”