Trafford’s Trading Club

The flames, just a little, have the potential to burn indefinitely… the flames released by the Golden Dragon, that's all.

Like a queen in flames, a giant ball of fire emanates from the palms of Favna… more roots, faster growth, as if it could not resist the speed of these flames burning.

It's just that the whole [Lost Fracture] is big enough to cover the entire [Inhuman Realm] territory of the Thirteen clans... and here, it's just the [Lost Fracture] where the [Torrido] clan is located.

These vines, and the roots that grow from them, are infinite… and even these roots have simple instincts - but after they were provoked here, the whole [lost fangs] beneath the [Torrido] clan were in a state of riot!

The edge position of the deep pit of the remains, the countless vines wrapped around them, covered the slopes of the entire pit, even higher... like a giant wave of vines, covered in waves!

For a moment, the entire mortal pit was completely transformed into the territory of these blood-sucking vines... on the ground, the blue-black blood-sucking vines with the wrong roots, as if they were coarsely woven carpets.

And then, beneath the earth, one after the other, the twin-wrapped vine came out of the ground more like a longworm, one bent over, dozens of meters tall.

Farfner is still releasing his dragon flame with no concern - just that he is unaware that he is already experiencing a lot of sweat.

All of a sudden, it feels the body empty for a while… The Golden Dragon has a massive amount of magic —— but at this point, it has a sense of inaction —— and the magic responses around here are not only scarce, but, more importantly, … it's actually beyond a few problems.

It's a physical problem.

At this point, the state of Favna was as if the championship of the defense was about to take place, but the night before the showdown, it was madly indulgent, rolling off several prodigal boxers - after the first round, a state of great sweat had appeared, backlash and weak legs - commonly known as kidney failure.

The powerful, horrific dragon flame, suddenly let the sweeping waves of vines roll over, and then collapse, and then dozens of large, coarse, blood-sucking vines roll together, shooting out countless raw roots like fish lines, wrapping Favna's body, limbs, that waist and abdomen.

Faced with this situation, the Golden Dragon's feeling of inaction grew more obvious... and even began to gasp.

And of course, even panting sounds good —— after all, it's really close to perfection… well, creatures.

Me, Farfner! Blast!!

A huge dragon roar erupted from his mouth. Though the cry in his heart did not really say it, to this extent, whether love is beautiful or there is a writer's heart, it is essentially a dragon property, and the last golden dragon - the dragon's ferocity - is completely inspired at this moment!

Finally, the golden dragon with its soft legs was finally covered by a layer of rootstock... tight and finally a huge cocoon!

Watching the mystery [woman] calling herself [Milo sauce] eventually fell into the roots of [lost fangs], at this time with Mina in her arms, she was constantly relying on the manta wings behind her to escape the vine chase [Norman], her face became a little more aggravated.

Faced with the rows of vine-free mountains falling into the sea, [Norman] was unable to flush out [the lost crack]. He couldn't even flush out the deep pit of the remains here, so the [waves] of these vines were directly covered and submerged in this horrible botanical ocean with Mina...

When the resistance no longer existed, the entire mortal pit was at least half as shallow as usual… because it was filled with more than half as many [lost fangs] of vines and roots… that is, the capillaries of the so-called first vampire that were still active in its body after his death.

Only strange algae grown on both sides of the cliffs still emit soft blue light… and this is finally a strange tranquility.

And in this dead end, only the spirits of the children, on the ocean of the vines, played or crawled... scattered around.

Even vine-ridden oceans, where large numbers of vines are automatically woven into a variety of shapes… slides, rides, or dolls.

As accompanied… by these grievances.

A strange and silent [playground] appeared above the ocean of vines that drowned the entire mortal pit.

……

At the same time.

Deeply buried at the bottom of the vine ocean, the original mortal pits, houses built by the bones of the Red Dragon, once housed in shelters built by humans here.

Around the house, and even above it, there was an empty piece at this time… The vines were knitted as if they were a basket, buttoned upside down on this dwelling and began to harden… The hardened vines were spreading as iron branches, quite effectively resisting the unconscious growth of the roots.

In the residence, between Lochu and this little grudge spirit, the fingers of both sides touch, like the faint light of the stars, reflecting the surroundings.

……

It opens with some clips that it once had for a brief lifetime.

Maybe it's a fictional, maybe it's a real past - when the boss and the maid open their eyes slowly in this past.

It's still the original mortal pit, but in the eyes, it needs to be more energetic than when Boss Lo and the maid first arrived.

The same color, the same pile of carcasses, the same dwelling... but there are [roads] in the hidden room, which are sorted out and can be walked, not scattered across the ground, messy skeletons... and people.

Ancient descendants who fled from vampires [farms] have lived here.

Because it is just a visual relationship, [people] here naturally cannot know that there is a strange pair of men and women… they will never know either - because technically, for them to appear at this moment, the boss and the maid belong to the [future].

This is the past.

… there is sunlight here - not the light of the orchid released by specific algae, but the sunlight.

Transparent, seemingly with real heat, that clearly distinguishes the shadows, with the light of the breeze - but without the sun.

That's why Boss Lo's first feeling would be [Vitality].

“Here…” The maid naturally sees Tian Ni.

But Lochu shook his head slightly, and he looked at the people in front of him, three or two, and walked past —— naturally, it was different from what was described in that beastly diary.

At the very least, as things stand, the environment is slightly different from what is stated in the diary - he sees a lot of food, produces all kinds of dry food, and puts it in front of his own home.

Parts of the edge of the deep pit have been reclaimed into fields, where men are farming. Women, on the other hand, collect berries near the fields, or rub them in front of the house with the fibers of the plants into lines, with thick bone needles, and are making clothes… and nurturing their newborn children.

Lochu heard a woman singing softly… through a window supported by white bones, where a mother was gently pushing the cradle.

It was a sleeping child who arrived in the world shortly before his eyes opened well.

- Send a wish that the stars take away.

Doing this will take you further away.

- Send a wish that the stars take away.

You, who make the map, will also be somewhere on the map.

Wave and send a message of hope;

- A last wish before death.

Wave and send a message of hope;

- Save all your failed souls...

Will make the child sleep better… from the mother's lullabies.

Shortly after, the man returned home carrying the harvest of the day... dropped the man with the sinking basket on his back and came to the cradle with a smile, lowered his head to kiss the woman, then played lower back to kiss the sleeping child.

At this moment, as if he really existed in this past, as if he could really impress men, women, and sleeping children, Lochu put his fingers on his lips and made a gentle gesture to the maid.

He doesn't even want to talk, only to break the tranquility of the moment.

On the cleaner [road], the owner and the maid gradually came to a more open place… there was a square with all kinds of strange decorations… this feeling was similar to the [farm] of the clan.

The ancient races in the [farm] receive various kinds of education, giving different people different settings… Even if they are the same age, their culture, aesthetics, that cognition is different… the first and only [crop] can be called advanced [food].

But Rochu has yet to find the figure of the little grudge - though this past, using it as a bond, has reconciled the past with the future in this short period of time.

Perhaps it doesn't show up because it uses its perspective… or it's just hiding.

Lochu feels more like he's hiding, playing a game of hiding… both of them looking at a column next to him that is bonded by many unknown bones.

I saw a little figure, I was probing right now, and then I shrunk back... not the little grudge that invaded Maria. Who else?

But by the time the Lord and His servants had come to the white bone pillar, the little grudge spirit had walked away one step at a time - into the confused white bone [street] with a special pattern.

It looks back frequently, like a little monster who comes out for Halloween and triumphs, cowardly but especially naughty... like to lead them somewhere.

They followed.

If the change becomes fog all of a sudden, and then suddenly it goes, it is already at the edge of the deep pit in front of the remains… it just parks in front of a hole at the edge of the deep pit, and after a final look at Lochu and the maid, one of the heads goes into the cave and disappears.

Not intended to follow... because they already felt someone coming out of this cave... but the figure just came to the edge of the cave.

Where daylight cannot illuminate, the shadow meets the edge of light… a shadow that is implicitly visible.

The little grudge spirits, hiding beneath this figure, then probed out frighteningly.

Voice, coming out of the hole… This is the voice of a human figure speaking, a low, slightly dull, even old voice, "It's been a long time, no outsiders have been here… last time, a pair of dying lovers. ”

He… it, the figure that never came out of this hole, is clearly unlike all the humans here - able to talk to the boss and the maid, at least to prove that he… is connected to the little grudge spirit.

“Dead lover?” But Rochu was not in a hurry to ask about the other person's history, only to be more curious about the dead lover in his mouth.

He... he said casually: “He lived here too... once. At least in your view, it was before. Well... don't stand there, if you don't mind, come in and have a seat. This kid rarely brings anyone in here. He should like you more... I'll treat you well. ”

“Well, I'm sorry to bother you.” Lochu nodded with a smile and randomly walked into the cave.

Through the daylight, into the darkness, you find that it's not really total darkness —— those missing crack algae, and then again in this cave, the dark blue light illuminates everything.

Boss Lo also naturally sees the people he talks to.

Wearing a linen robe, the location of the footsteps has been damaged. His hair did not grow naturally and dripped to his chest, flowering white.

Slimming, looking old... At the same time, his eyes seemed to have been dug out by something, leaving only two deep orbits... at least one elderly, blind old man - from the outside.

But since it's going to be here, naturally it's not going to have anything to do with normal.

“I didn't scare you, did I?” The old man walked slowly in front... He was familiar with the place, even if he couldn't see it, he didn't have any hesitation in his footsteps, he just heard him whisper: “I don't know what he looks like now... but last time, he must have frightened them. ”

“I think it shouldn't be as bad as you think.” Lochu said casually.

The old man didn't turn around either, just smiling, "Yeah, it's kind of obscure, but I can feel you guys, at least, the last time the lovers had to have some abilities... probably scared of a guy like me who didn't have any abilities. But I'm curious, how did you escape the fang attack and then let this little guy get you in here for a reason? ”

“Sir, is this the inside of… [Lost Fang]?” Rochu suddenly asked.

"Not all of it," said the old man. "Maybe I am it, but it's not me. ”

At this point, the maid, who had never spoken, suddenly said softly after seeing her master's contemplative gaze: “Forget me… Cain (). ”

At the same time, there is a slight wave of deliberate fluctuation in the maid's body.

The old man walking forward with a little grudge spirit suddenly slightly stiff, then stopped.

It took a while for him to turn around slowly and say, "I don't think so... but I don't know if there's any deviation in my memory... so, Orleans girl, please tell me... what world is this? ”

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PS1: Happy New Year, bow.

PS2: Thank you "Little Artillery * changed” three adorable lords in a row, please do it three times at a time... your body won't be empty. In short, give the capitalist forces a bow of tea and rub their legs for the New Year's special service.

PS3: The last update was (1630), still 14 chapters short. So now it's 14 +8 = 22... why 8 instead of 6? I'm not telling you there's a strange deal!

PS4: I'll do my best to make up for chapter 22... so this year, please hand it in more too? Cough cough... Instruction!!