Trafford’s Trading Club

On the ground, the giant eagle's body continued to twitch, its blood flowing out, but for a moment it had soaked its entire body.

Nero, who was transformed into a silver-grey leopard, walked around the giant eagle on the ground. "Mr. Reaper, you don't seem to be as powerful as you imagined. If you were more fierce, people would be happier. ”

The eagle's eyes have closed slowly at this moment, and it is clear that the massive loss of blood has left its body unsupported.

A faint, gray-covered shadow emerges slowly from the giant eagle's body.

Nero the Leopard squinted his eyes, “Mr. Reaper, are you going to change your mind again... is that right? Too much fighting is pointless. Let me get excited ~”

The shadow of the gray mask gradually condensed into a shadow two meters high, but its appearance could not be seen. Only two slight lights from the head looked like eyes… [It] was more like a candlelit flame swayed by the breeze.

“So that's it.” [It] 's voice remained low, as if it had no effect on the death of the giant eagle, and he looked at Nero the leopard in front of him and said slowly: "Born of the slaughter., raving about killing, what a pathetic creature... you must have had a painful past, right? Being on your own, you've endured things that ordinary people can't imagine. ”

Its voice became even softer, like a murmur.

But Nero, the leopard of the moment, beat him unresponsively.

Its voice grew more nuanced, even with a hint of pity and sadness, "I don't know what you've encountered before...”

“Stop...! ”

Nero the leopard suddenly lifted his paws.

[It] 's speech was interrupted directly, and there seems to be some accidents, and now we can only look at each other quietly.

Nero the Leopard squatted on the ground like this, pulling his ears out with his little paws, and wandering off his heart: “Mr. Reaper, it's useless to brush my good feelings with me ~ I can brush my good feelings, there's only one in the world, and I don't accept any objections. ”

[It] silenced for a moment, then slowly said, "Well, I'm going to feel high for you--”

Sound suddenly stopped.

In that instant, its shadowy body has been torn in half - two paragraphs up and down!

Over there, the silver-grey leopard has disappeared, replacing it with the figure of the white short-haired girl —— the girl has a knife called the Yan Devil's Knife in her hand, but the knife has not sheathed.

Restore the body's Nero eyes without expression, "the chatter continues. I told you, there's only one person who can brush my feelings.... I'll kill you now. ”

The shadow of the body was torn apart by the sheath of the knife, and at this moment a great deal of fog suddenly appeared at each incision… just momentarily, the fog covered in gray had completely filled the entire warehouse.

The fog seemed to create some illusion, and Nero was in a desolate land at the moment. The fog was flowing, and a little bit of fog rubbed past her and instantly cut off her skin.

Blood should have flowed out of the wound... but it wasn't! And Nero's wounds healed even momentarily.

She looked at several places where she had been accidentally cut open, her eyes turned into beautiful moon teeth, her voice happily like a child touching a novel toy, "Wow! How did you do that? If it used to be, it could really be a big loss! Mr. Death, I'm going to fall in love with you... just kidding. ”

Sound just fell, Nero's body instantly turned into a misty state… expanding, expanding, constantly expanding!

The swollen Dark Soul Messenger's body, instantly rebelled today's situation, directly covered its fog and devoured it!

[It] had fierce resistance, turned into a cyclone, and Nero also made a joyous laugh, turning into a tornado!

The cyclone and the tornado crash wildly in the idle warehouse at this moment... the high pressure airflow directly lifts the warehouse deck, knocks the iron skin invincible, lifts the dust and destroys everything at will!

Eventually, the cyclone gradually faded and finally spread away, seeing its shadowy body fall to the ground at this time, making it difficult to get up for a moment and a half.

The tornado gradually stopped, and the girl with short white hair in the wind was carrying her own knife, twisting her neck and making a cracking noise, “Mr. Reaper, I'm warming up, let's officially start the competition! ”

“ …… ”

After all, it climbed up, and it seemed a little light, not that it deliberately lightened its own voice, but like some kind of weakness, “You… are not Druid. ”

“If you say no, then no.” Nero chuckled, “I'm very considerate of each other. ”

[It] for a moment of silence, holding on to the impulse that should have calmed the mind at this moment because of the sudden surge of waves to beat each other, said softly: “I feel a near death breath from you… it's strange that you don't look like the creature you should have in this world. ”

Nero blinked and said, "I suddenly feel super handsome when you say that! Mr. Reaper, I suddenly couldn't help but kill you! ”

“Depending on the circumstances, I did turn into a toy for your pleasure... ironically.” It shook its head, "but anyway, I hope you don't come near the Smiths, that's all. ”

“Speak as if you could flip the plate.” Nero laughed coldly.

[It] This instant fades away as if it were going to disappear at any moment.

Nero didn't speak, his fingers bounced, and the sheath on the Yan Devil's knife burst directly into the ground. The next moment, she inserted the Yan Devil's knife directly into the ground.

At this moment, hundreds of rays of knife light appeared in the air... the dense rays pointing instantly at it all and then hanging it!

Boo-hoo!

All the knives were stabbed at one point at the same time, and then the entire idle warehouse was crushed directly by the force of the knife.

Dusty.

In the dust, Nero waved disgustingly at the dust in front of him and walked out and looked at his knife and said: "You broke things! Dae-chul beat you, but I don't blame you. This Mr. Reaper can't stay. Go back at night and melt you to be an iron virgin! ”

The sound of a knife sounds like a constant protest, like saying, "Is it because you haven't been playing seriously?"

But then the knife spit out a bunch of dusty things, and it's half the body.

“Hot chicken shit!” Instead of praising Nero, he threw the Yan Devil's knife directly on the ground and finally stepped on it and stamped it a few times.

Later, she stretched out her lazy waist, underestimating herself, “It's getting more and more interesting, Mr. Reaper's smell and that nasty spider are not a smell. ”

Saying, Nero suddenly slapped himself on the forehead, "No! My chocolate beans! ”

……

……

In a small mill in the distance, a grey shadow slowly appeared and ended up lying on the straw, difficult to move.

“Like, I almost didn't get away...”

[It] The body is now immobile. If you look closely, it turns out that its body is only less than half of it at this time. … At the fracture of the upper body, the fog keeps pouring out and then dissipating in the air.

This seems to imply that its state of affairs at this moment has reached a level that is neither terrible nor descriptive.

A mouse didn't know where to come from... The mouse probed his head, moving his nose and probing his way, slowly approaching [it].

The mouse suddenly stood up and measured this weird thing lying on the straw —— as if it had never happened before.

“Come on, don't come near me. ”

[It] looked at this little guy and said slowly: “Even if your life is brief, you will only die early if you come near me. ”

Squeak-- Squeak--

Maybe this little thing doesn't understand. It climbed the straw out of curiosity… Finally, as it climbed on [it], the mouse moved slower and slower, not even seeing the agility that the mouse was supposed to have.

Walking, the little thing suddenly came down… right in the chest of [it].

As if there was a slight sigh in the grinding room, [it] lifted the palms slowly and gently touched the body of the mouse.

Seems to be singing.

- Are you, are you, are you?

- Will come by this tree.

A man who took three lives was hanged from this tree.

Strange things have happened here.

But even stranger,

We meet under this hanging tree at midnight.

……

When Nero returned to Joe's room, he saw the child lying on the table at the moment, seemingly asleep.

Nero looked casually and found that Joe had written many notes by now.

Just that can of chocolate beans was well placed and never moved... the kid didn't even put it back where it was, just like that on the table.

Nero unwrapped the jar, picked a few flavors that he liked, threw them into his mouth and gently chewed them up.

Then her eyeballs suddenly turned, seemed to think of some kind of ghost idea, and she laughed, then blew her breath, sent Joe straight to bed, and then she sat on the chair herself, picked up Joe's pencil, and put it to the output of those notes he had already written.

Shortly afterwards, Nero stretched her lazy waist satisfactorily... she stood up and called out the Yan Demon Knife, which was inserted directly into the floor of the room.

The Yan demon knife fell into the floor and then went straight into Mr. Smith's basement… Nero clapped his hands and then turned into a dark mist and left through the window.

After a while, Joe rubbed his eyes and climbed up confused... he looked a little confused and wondered why he was lying in bed.

Joe climbed out of bed and before walking to his little desk, he picked up a can of his own chocolate beans and shook them a few times and found that they were almost all eaten up... Joe felt bad all at once.

Then, when he saw his painstakingly written note, which was all painted on a turtle, his mouth could not be closed for a long time.

He drummed up his cheek and angrily grabbed the chocolate bean can and threw it in the trash can - but it didn't open... because it didn't open, so he didn't find that all the beans were actually eaten up, but he put it in a strawberry-flavored bubble gum.

“Liar! ”

Joe muttered and then walked out of the room - because Lady Lola called him downstairs for afternoon tea.

……

……

A fist slipped outside and Nero slowly walked into the estate with his own hands, as Daechul was mowing the grass in the courtyard.

She felt funny, she floated in front of Dae-chul, and sat on the lawn mower, facing Dae-chul, "Dae-chul Oba, you look so handsome at work! ”

Dae-chul had to stop the lawnmower and said, "Didn't you talk about shopping outside? ”

Nero blinked unconsciously, even spreading her hands open and looking at her own hands - then Nero's chin dropped off.

Because it is the body of a specially constructed black soul messenger, the chin can really fall off itself!

“Daejeo Oba ~”

She even shed two tears, pitiful, like a cat who had been dumped on the street, then suddenly jumped out and held Big Chul's leg dead, “I really had to buy something, then the bag didn't know why it flew away! ”

She just remembered, as if she'd accidentally forgotten it in Mr. Smith's restaurant!

“Miss Unight is in the kitchen this time.” The great philosopher said with no expression.

Nero punched a naked eye at this moment, trembling like a wave, then straightened himself up and looked down: “I remember, I forgot to sit on one of the important things... don't make my dinner... No, just leave it to me and throw it in the fridge, I'll eat it myself when I get back! ”

She rushed outside the estate - even flying.

It's just that the flight capability of the Black Soul Messenger, which has always worked so well, suddenly lapsed - and she was drawn directly to the ground by gravity from the earth - and fell heavily on the ground.

And it hurts —— if you can make the Dark Soul messenger feel the pain, naturally it's something else.

Nero raised his head consciously, and the place to look was certainly a maid style dress, and she looked up, and it was a kitchen apron that was covered in front of the dress, and she looked up and naturally saw the face of the inclined city.

“Guiang, Miss Yu Night.” Nero grinned.

The maid smiled slightly, “Guian, Miss Nero, I hear you went so hard today to buy me ingredients... right? ”

“Yeah!” Nero stood up blinking.

The maid said softly: "I'm so glad you're in pain. I just want to do something. Let me see what I can get you. ”

“… good.” Nero swallowed his saliva, then slowly turned around and looked straight at Da Cheol standing behind him, and the big round tears began to spill from his face.

Dae-chul shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Nero turned his head in a sweat and slowly walked over from the entrance to the estate as he was about to break the jar.

It's Boss Lo.

I saw Boss Luo's hand carrying two shopping bags... Luo Qiu casually said: “I ran into Nero in town and bought something together, see if you need it. ”

“It's so timely.” The maid picked it up gently, "Master, the afternoon tea is about to be ready, please wait a moment. ”

“Is Loya asleep?” Lochu asked casually.

“I don't think so.” The maid whispered, “Miss Loya looks fine today. ”

“So...” Boss Lo nodded, “I'll go check on her and come down later. ”

The maid nodded and never looked at Nero again... which made Nero feel relieved, knowing it was a temporary escape.

While the maid was away, Nero stuck it in front of Mr. Lo... just quickly separated the invisible from Mr. Lo.

And she said, "You know what? Originally brushed to 200% Likeness has been deducted 3%! Only 197% now! ”

“Don't be ridiculous.” Boss Luo casually said, "Let's see what Dae-chul can do for us. ”

“All right! ”

Nero was saluting, spinning back, smashing Daechul's ass, then starting the lawn mower and running fast in the courtyard.