Trafford’s Trading Club

Thinking about the Han Ying Dictionary thick maid's manual, Nero wondered if he was going to go to the hospital for a heartbeat surgery and drown his head like a loser.

“The pen and paper will be ready for you later, Miss Nero. ”

The corner of Nero's eye is slightly punched... and it looks like there's no way to copy the artifact either - is this the devil in charge?

Ignoring Nero's negative emotions at the moment, the maid turned around and slowly threw the colored light ball in her hand.

The pool beneath the waterfall was affected by this colorful light sphere, and the water automatically swept to all sides, eventually revealing the pool.

Already knowing that he was struggling with hopeless Nero, at this moment in the spirit of the dead pig not afraid of the hot rolling water, he instantly cheered up his spirit, “What the hell is this? ”

“Too shady to know.” The maid said softly.

Nero nodded, too shady, isn't that the knockout is a negative old dog... have been a black soul messenger for several days, you also said hello to the other two black souls in the club.

“This is a project that Tai Yin did before.” The maid said casually, "The benefits of this project are okay. But when I built it, I didn't think it would need to be expanded so quickly. The owner means to take this opportunity to expand its interior, transform it with spiritual energy, and increase its activity and capacity. ”

“Oh... that sounds amazing.” Nero nodded - he couldn't understand.

“Plans for expansion are long overdue.” The maid looked at the twelve moving ancestral arteries on the river map, "the master said, just when she met this opportunity, don't waste it. ”

Nero shrugged, “Well... this will not reduce the concentration of the original spiritual energy. ”

The maid turned around and smiled slightly: "Has anyone ever asked the master for these spirits? Since it is not what the Guest is asking for, we naturally have the right to use it. ”

“No wonder…” Nellorton's heart flashed.

The club is still open in this empty rubble... so the boss wandered around after coming out of the Penglai treasure trove, did the walls intentionally?

But one thing Nero doesn't understand is that boss opportunities are omnipotent... why spend so much effort going around such a big circle?

Or did the boss himself have to suffer?

Nero didn't go on asking... she's almost instinctive about the dangerous tentacles, and if she keeps asking, I'm afraid it's not as simple as copying the maid's manual 270,000 times?

“Speaking of which, Chief, I seem to have met an opponent who is quite a threat to you ~” Nero glanced and closed his eyes: “It's very pleasing to the boss ~ How about 269,999 transcripts? ”

The maid came softly: "Lotte is not as careful as you are. If you're empty, start copying now. ”

Nero then appeared in front of the elementary monk's desk and chair, with a stack of A4 paper on the desk, as well as ink and goose pen.

Goose pen!!

And this operation?

So the club's newest employee started a new convulsion at the corner of his eyes...

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A hourglass floated next to Rocchu, and the sand slowly dropped like golden powder… it was the first thing Rocchu came into contact with when he became the boss.

The only thing that can take him away and make him disappear... the boss's life hourglass.

The hourglass is a lot less than it was on his first day as a club owner. From this moment onwards, the amount can only last about a week - basically, this hourglass will only appear if the boss's life expectancy drops to its limit - reminding the boss that he needs to do business.

Ever since Lochu took over the club, this has never happened because of the boutique route - and then there has been the continuing gain of the Lord God program.

There was also a big deal for Suzijun, and in South America, a power of dimensional observers was harvested - although many souls were not recovered outside, in general, Lochu's life was rising.

But this generous lifetime income was almost deducted when he left the Penglai Treasury.

He drank away from the altar… the real source of strength for the club. Although the altar compromised afterwards, it was not without any action… These lost lives are probably a warning to the altar.

But in Lochu's view, this is a sense of deception... If it is really angry, it would be nice to directly deprive his boss of his identity, anyway, according to Cicero, the authentic agent of the root running water of the iron fight.

- You go do business! If you don't go! You're going to die!! Did you hear that? Hmm!

“Probably that feeling? ”

Lo Qiuguan smiled... such punishment had no effect on him at all.

After coming out of Penglai's treasure trove, he recovered a large amount of payment from Su Zijun. The evil spirits he had not yet taken, and naturally did not make a sacrifice... such a huge evil soul, after sacrificing, his life was deducted, so he almost recovered.

Not as far as it was before the holidays, but not too far behind.

These thoughts almost flashed through Rocciu's thoughts, and he watched life drift down the sand slowly, and his heart was calm.

“Even in the face of danger to life, there is no fear or concern…" said Rocho muttered to himself, ”How long can I... hold on? ”

Since the beginning of his holidays in South America, he has had signs of recovery in all his emotions, which has become clearer and clearer as the holidays have prolonged.

However, after his vacation, these recovered things faded away in an instant… more calm today than ever before.

“Reliance on holidays to recover, but after the holidays, they will be rebounded, and to a greater extent than before the holidays… If you want to strangle, you need to continue the holidays, but the cost of the holidays is too great, which requires more deals to be made, yet more deals will accelerate the deprivation, so that it is only a drink to quench thirst and reach a vicious cycle…"

Lochu lowered his head and pondered, "So the best way to go now is to continue on the boutique route, recycling and trading of sacrifices, preferably within a relatively long cycle, maintaining a relative balance in order to have more time. At the same time, keep the interest that's left at the very least… If that interest doesn't taste good, it's when I become a real boss. ”

A different set of images floating around Rocciu.

Tense moments in Wolong Mountain... around the summit of Tarzan, people blown away by the spiritual storm.

Mo Xiaofei and the chase wind are rushing to the summit of Tarzan... the yellow robe women and palace stars walking in the fog, and Qin Chuyu chasing them.

Those who are still struggling to get out of the fog.

There are even nights and Nero that are preparing to expand the world of the Lord God at the third point… and deep beneath the summit of Mount Tarzan.

“This is just another kind of drink to quench thirst. ”

The hourglass of life gradually disappeared from Rocchu's side, and at this time Boss Rocchu's hands came deep, his fingers moved, and finally stopped in front of a group of images among many...

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The light, the golden light, will see the golden glow if it reaches the depth of the ground at the top of the torn Tarzan.

The source of glow is a crystal that emits golden light… and these crystals, indeed, are the crystals that the true dragon power of the Shinzhou Dragon has amassed.

In this huge crack, there are crystals filled with the power of the dragon - these crystals, temporarily blocking the gap opened by the Earth's Spirit Sword.

At this moment, at the source of this outburst of spiritual energy, the three shadows form a triangle, and no one moves first between them... Long Xiaoruo, Su Zijun, and Grandson Shiyu, or, in other words, Longsha.

“It's a real dragon, hard life blocks this gap...” Rain snorted at this moment, “I just don't know, how long can you hold on? ”

“You can try and challenge my time with your arrogance.” If Long Xi similarly snorted, “And you, you stinking girl, you dare to do it! ”

Su Zijun was silent and held the long sword of the golden flame. His pupils alternated between gold and red.

“I really didn't expect that you would be the princess of Xuan Royal Family...” Grandson Yuhaha laughed. “Looks like your relationship is not indestructible! ”

“Huh! When I was a grandson, the rain looked like a dog. You didn't even look like a fucking dog! How dare you speak in front of me? Get out of my way! ”

Unexpectedly, the silent Su Zijun, under the raging laughter of Rain as his grandson, raised his hand to sweep away with the long sword in his hand - the power released by the Light Sword, suddenly Rain as his grandson fell directly into the rock wall.

It's just that the power of the lightsaber just struck him and didn't invade his body... the strength was completely blocked off by the staggered arms of rain when he was a grandson.

Rain in the grandson... The dragon brake twisted his neck and smiled coldly: ”The princess of the Xuan Royal Family is no different... How powerful can you play the power of killing the sword? ”

Su Zijun said softly: "Enough to slaughter you. ”

“Ha-ha-ha!!!” Dragon Sha laughed loudly, "Xuanzi, don't think I don't know your plans! I may not have known before, but you blocked the dragon at the last minute, and I knew what your intentions were... Want to pass through this spiritual outburst, and Heaven will condemn sin to the side of the Taoist demon, so that your sword can be born? You're such a pathetic puppet! ”

“It's pathetic, when I slaughter you.” Su Zijun snorted.

“No, no, no, you can't kill me.” Dragon Shake my head now, "no one can kill me in this world! You can't, and neither can the dragons of Shenzhou. ”

“Tsk, you're afraid your head isn't caught in the door panel, it's just an evil dragon in the district.” Su Zijun slowly raised the Golden Flame Sword in his hand.

In time, a terrible pressure came... As the body of the Xuan Xuan Ji Sword, released from Su Zijun, is the true Xuan Xuan Xuan Ji Sword's superior power.

However, Dragon Sha seized the body of the grandson Rain, also part of the blood of the Yellow Emperor, facing the power of Xuan · Shen Jian Sword, the natural owner is extremely resistant.

“No, no, no, you can't kill me, just like you can't kill the dragon.” Dragon Shah laughs at this moment, "unless you can erase the whole of Shenzhou... otherwise I will not perish as long as I am on this earth! ”

Su Zijun frowned and his subconscious glanced at Longxi, who was suppressing the spiritual gap, but remained silent.

“Looks like the dragon didn't tell anyone...” Dragon Sha sneered: “People think I'm just a dragon born, right? But who knows, this is just a lie... Am I right, Lord Longjun? ”

“Is this guy telling the truth?” Su Zijun asked silently.

Dragon and Eve sighed, “This guy is really not some evil dragon... its essence is a grudge, the grudge of Shenzhou earth. This grievance was born with the earth and was caused by the destruction of Shenzhou by the demons for countless years. Where there is light, there will be shadows, there will be me… naturally there will be it. It can't be killed, and even if it breaks up, it will be born proud of itself in a few years... four dragon shacks I've met in years. ”

“Lord Longjun, aren't you finished yet?” Dragon Shah still laughs, "does he love the princess of Xuan Royal? ”

“Dragon Sha, don't go too far.” Dragon and Eve were silent.

“Too much?” Dragon Sha now smiles heavenly, “since ancient times, the true dragon of Shenzhou can't be too much for us? ”

“We?” Su Zijun frowned and caught something with acumen.

Dragon Sha snorted coldly: “Dragon Sha is the resentment of the earth that has gathered to make it right. But if you don't have a carrier, do you think this grievance can break through the blockade of the ground and have your own consciousness? The Land of Shenzhou has the power of self-cleansing in itself...”

“Enough!” Dragon and Eve bite their teeth and stare at the garden with anger.

But Dragon Sha ignored, “We… it is precisely these 10 million years that countless souls have died on the road to becoming true dragons! The power of the dragon is indestructible. As long as it stands above the earth, the dragon is invincible... but the carrier of the power of the dragon will always die! Each generation alternates between the old and the new dragons, always picking out a large number of qualified heirs... We, the wrongful souls that have inherited the power of the dragon, the dragon king above the blood sea!! ”

Dragon Sha's hands opened suddenly at this moment, and at the same time, behind him, two black-winged blackwings burst out... his hands turned into a dragon of shadows.

Look closely, in this black wing, on this dragon of shadows, is a twisted, grudging and hateful face.

Countless voices mixed.

“Each and every one of us used to have a heart! ”

“Each of us thought of justice! ”

“Each and every one of us, from childhood to time, dreamed of becoming the guardian of Shenzhou! ”

“Why… abandon us in the end! ”

“Psychic recovery? Go to hell!! What does this demon's thrive have to do with us... our purpose is to pollute the twelve ancestral veins of Shenzhou!! ”

With the roar of Dragon Shah, not only his hands, the black wings behind him, even from his mouth, emitted endless shadows… the darkness, at this moment, even directly covered the crystalline glow of the power of the true dragon.