Trafford’s Trading Club

Summer Gate, a bay snack street.

The hawkers were drinking hard, crowds of fish were pouring in, and the smells of all kinds of frying were coming together, and the air seemed to get greasy.

At the end of a seafood porridge, the hot air soared... the rising hot air gradually faded away and then scattered, then suddenly a palm pressed against the glass at one of the windows of the old building, where the upper end was located.

The palms seemed to be twitching, struggling, then grabbing the glass, then scraping the glass, slipping a little... the noise of the snack street completely masked the noise inside the little house.

In the living room of the house, the palace stars are watching something called TV boringly.

Soon after, a man pushed out of the bedroom and the stars rushed to relax the extremely hot kettle body, removing some paper towels and delivering them to the man.

The man took a paper towel and wiped his lips - Song Quanxiao.

The palace star glanced into the bedroom and saw only a dead, horrible, dry corpse, falling at the window... she frowned slightly and patted it gently, the dry corpse instantly crushed, leaving only a pile of gray powder.

Song Quanxun stood in his hands close to the balcony and had a lot of air and blood, wrapped around him like a fog. Soon after, the air and blood poured into his body.

He turned around and looked a little younger.

“Congratulations, my lord.” The palace stars spoke softly.

“A thousand years ago, most of my descendants have been impure in blood and even scrap," said Song Quanxiao. "A total of nine descendants of thin blood have been found since these days. They have only provided me with a life expectancy of less than two years, he said. ”

The stars of the palace were helpless: “Your Highness, Qin Chuyu was watching closely. After we left Taishan, she was unjustly poor in pursuit... It was a little difficult to find the honorable descendants in a big move. ”

Song Quanxing also knows this situation, whether he or Gong Xingxing, has fought Qin Chuyu several times along the way - not counting the time in Taishan, the next few times, Qin Chuyu's power is obviously stronger than once.

The most recent fight was three days ago, when the palace stars even suffered a small loss.

“This fox, I had no idea that Kendo was so talented. ”

The palace stars were quite jealous, “I fought her for the first time and could easily suppress her. I never thought that after she got the too white Blue Lotus sword song, the kung fu of the Blue Lotus Sword Dictionary could rush forward in such a short time... every time I could let her go. ”

“I'm afraid not to take me and you to try the sword.” Song Quanxun snorted cold.

The stars of the palace were helpless: “The true state of mind was horrible. For generations, they did not go back in turn, and forcibly stayed and grew in the world, cultivating together for many generations. For example, today's spiritual rebirth, the fox must have also benefited a lot. This is the golden stage of her strength improvement. She will be even stronger next time she meets. If this woman doesn't, I'm afraid it's going to ruin the future... why didn't the Emperor just take Song Haoran's blood? By virtue of this child's gift, it is certain to restore His Highness to its original state. At that time, nature was not afraid of Qin Chuyu. ”

Song Quangmei glanced at the stars of the palace with no expression. “She is looking only for you, just to get too white news from you, what do you want from me? ”

The stars of the palace bowed their eyebrows... she knew full well that the royal ruthlessness, especially the man who could devour future generations without hesitation for the sake of yangshou, was absolutely unjustified.

“Song Hao Run, I need him to fight for dragons.” Song Quanxun coldly said: “As long as he hasn't made it in a day, I won't touch him. Listen carefully. ”

“Yes." The palace stars echoed.

Song Quanxun said at this time: “From now on, you will separate from me and lead the woman away. I will go to the capital master of the dynasty. ”

“To the capital?” The stars frowned.

Song Quanxian bluntly said: “These days, from the descendants of these Zhao families, there is a Zhao family in the capital, claiming to be the authentic descendants of my Zhao family. I intend to go and see... You can take Qin Chuyu away or kill him, then come to the capital to find me. ”

Just after that, Song Quanxun and Miyagi starred slightly, because they both felt the sharp and unmatched sword, trembling in the air... this sword is so familiar.

As soon as the stars of the palace sink, they nodded towards Song Quanxun. At this time, it was too late to lament the ruthlessness of Song Quanxun to make herself a bait. If she did not want to die, she could only bow down and obey.

The palace stars said directly: "Be careful along the way. ”

Saying, the palace stars went straight out the door, then climbed to the top of the old building and smiled somewhere in the night sky, "Meizu, if you can do this, find a place with Auntie and me where no one will be. Have a good time! ”

The stars of the palace instantly swept towards the position of the mouth of the sea, and the swords trembling in the air chased up without hesitation.

Song Quanxun glanced at the snack long street downstairs and muttered to himself: “The Zhao family in Beijing City, I hope you won't let me down..."

……

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“Ah, I'm going back now? ”

Sister Ren came back a little earlier today than usual - because she is now the boss and her freedom is much higher than ever.

“It's time to board. ”

Sister Ren crooked her head and then shrugged her shoulders. “Said he was really stunned. He was always so stunned... Forget it, let's go. ”

Sister Ren pulled an envelope out of her handbag and said, "Here, boy, this is for you! ”

“This is nothing.” Lochu didn't reach for it.

Looking at Rochu's disgust, Sister Ren blew her hair and flipped her white eyes and photographed the envelope directly on Rochu's chest, glaring at him: “The credit card's affiliate card! It's not convenient for us to spend money abroad! You don't have to pay for foreign exchange! ”

Lo Qiu was slightly flashed.

Sister Ren entered the bitter mother-in-law model and put it on Rochu's shoulder. “I'm telling you, you can't go there without money. You said you had a scholarship, but you had to pay for dinner, right? Money for shopping, right? You need money to go to the hotel? You can't use Yu's money, can you? You have to use a woman's money to open a room in a hotel. You have to be struck by lightning! ”

Emmmm…

“But don't use it too hard! And pay attention to your body! But I don't mind if you bring me a fat white guy next year. ”

“Go to sleep.” Lo Qiumez looked at Sister Ren with no expression and turned back to her room without saying a word.

“Don't you dare touch me?” Ren Zilington's temper suddenly collapsed.

Before opening the door, Rochu sighed, "If you get bored after I go out, you can have Pear come and live with you. There is an empty room anyway. ”

As soon as she warmed her heart, her smile became bright.

……

In front of the desk, Rochu put the envelope with the credit card in the drawer and locked it before turning on the lamp, pulling a copy of "A Brief History of Time" from the bookcase and reading it carefully.

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Grains from their former homeland are naturally not found, but similar high flour products can be found - white toast is very close to a certain grain flavor in Nam Xiaonan's impression.

She began to carefully pour some jam out of the bottle and spit on the toast.

I dare not apply too much, it's just a small half spoon, and it's still that little wooden spoon - Nansha must not be wasted, and the jam glued to the mouth of the bottle is also cleaned before quickly screwing the cap.

Life needs a sense of ritual… even when eating.

Little piece of white toast, under the knife and fork ritual, Nan Xiaonan spent a valuable fifteen minutes before eating it.

Naturally, she didn't go to any staff dormitories, she went back to her original apartment —— and as for what Lochu said, her business would continue, and she wasn't too worried.

Because she has been ‘qualified', until the world recognizes that many techniques and even means do not have to be painstakingly communicated with the world of today's sub-worlds to be able to use them - there are only two things she needs to do today.

The accumulation of power units, at the level of world rules, continues to expand the star creative style she owns and the auspicious nature of the arts - both of which, for reasons of ‘qualification', have taken up a framework in the rules of the world - is tantamount to a duly registered company, followed by the question of how to fill it.

This is a long process, which is tantamount to replicating the fruits of both of these techniques over the last 10,000 years in this sub-world, from a state of poverty to a state of white.

In contrast, the accumulation of units of power is simple and convenient.

Her soul itself is quite powerful and does not require a special training posture to be able to accumulate its own units of power - a reasonably good accumulation rate once it possesses its official identity.

“It's already 0.075 units. ”

Nan Xiaonan was quite satisfied with this progress - which is the result of her day - and had been writing the technique wholeheartedly the previous two days, so she was not distracted from the accumulation of power units.

The increase in the unit of power meant an increase in her ability to protect herself, and for that unknown danger, she naturally had plenty of background - most importantly, she didn't think she'd be so unlucky that she ran into one of them all at the same time.

But there's no big mistake in being careful.

After returning to the apartment, Nan Xiaonan kept her true vision open and watched everything around her - otherwise she could have accumulated more power units.

Under the ‘observation’ of the real field of view, the body of the assassin found a few days ago has disappeared. On the other hand, Nan Xiaonan also paid special attention on these two days, and there were no reports that the body of the killer should have been taken away by his companions.

There was no clue left in the house.

But Nan Xiaonan did not relax, preferring to accumulate more slowly, but also to ensure his own safety - thinking about safety, Nan Xiaonan had a rather disappointing feeling.

She wanted to hunt down the ‘Nam Xiaonan' status organization behind her back, while she lived in Ziling's house - so that, with the will of the world, or the power of Lo Qiu, she could erase the organization directly, once and for all.

Unfortunately, it's just 'disconnected’ and ‘continued’.

Nan shook his head and stood up to put a bottle of jam in the top cabinet and pushed it in - Nan swallowed his saliva when the cabinet door closed.

“Eat another spoon! One more spoon and no more!! Big deal, I'll go recommend a pillow seat!! ”

So she opened the cupboard and she stood up and pulled it out of her hand, "What is this? ”

Nan Xiaonan stunned and glanced at what he felt at the top of the cabinet… a USB drive.

Nan Xiaonan glanced at him and frowned. He didn't care about the food at this time. He quickly walked to the table, inserted the USB disk and began to browse the contents of the USB disk.

The fluorescence of the screen flashed in her pupils.

Nan Xiaonan's color gradually got a little weird.

“These are…”

……

The light reflected in the back window of the blue President Martha's car, and the floating light flew over Song Cherry's white face.

With a MacBook-Pro on her curly leg, she's watching what's on the screen. The front seat is the driver and the bodyguard, and there is also an Alpha in the back of the car with several bodyguards.

“Lady, with our money, we shouldn't have to seek cooperation, should we? ”

The interviewer, an assistant sitting next to Song Cherry, was temporarily seconded from the school of Song's secret village and had just started the business of the new company - though, after seeing the new company's documents, the assistant looked a little strange.

The holder of this company's registration is not Song Cherry, but Young Master Qiu - Miss Song Cherry does not have a single stake in the company, just holding the CEO's salary.

This makes this village school high-calibre student start thinking about what's going on inside the Song family.

“We are not short of money.” Song Cherry shut the computer down, "but what we're missing is time, a field. Mr. Haus to meet this time has a pretty good factory in China, the sales channels are perfect, and he has a deep cooperation with Zhao family, one of the four people in Jingcheng, China. If we could borrow this Mr. House as a platform, we would be able to hold our heels quickly. ”

“Are these all the materials that Miss Zhang has prepared for you?” The assistant asked curiously.

Song Cherry said softly: “It's just a mutual benefit. The old lady Zhang is a key figure in the business community in southern China. Especially the several bosses of the Chamber of Commerce in the province, are the doorman of this old lady, and these resources are not needed for nothing. Besides, we also handle a lot of things for the old lady's Li family each year. This time, my Song family was given the opportunity to come back and develop, and she was naturally happy to be a smooth water lover. ”

“This old lady can't handle it.” The assistant shook his head and said with a smile: “Miss, you didn't like to deal with these old antiques before. This time, he will definitely be moved when he finds out about Master Qiu's company so hard! ”

“Touch a ghost! If you're not angry, I'm fine! They haven't found it in days! I told him not to worry about it, this is obviously a customer statement, this dead head really treats it like nothing!! ”

“Alas, miss, you shouldn't let Master Qiu sigh so soon...” The assistant sighed, "Men are big hog hooves. ”

In broad daylight, Young Master Qiu and Miss Cherry spent a lot of time in the car. Then Miss Cherry said about the back pain, through ‘I'll tell you something, but you mustn't tell’ this way, it was passed back to the mysterious village of Song family in South America. Although it can't be said that everyone knows, it doesn't seem to be a secret.

“What?” Song Cherry stunned.

What do you mean, big hog hoof...

But the car suddenly took a break at this moment, and the driver in front turned around and said, "Miss, here we are. ”