Trafford’s Trading Club

After dinner, Nero snuck out of the estate quietly - of course, she didn't think her actions were secret and nobody knew... how could the boss and the maid not know?

She actually has relative freedom… Sometimes Nero thinks, perhaps this relative freedom is much more relaxed than he thought.

At the very least, so far, as the master, she has not been specifically asked to do what needs to be done, what needs to be done… not even at all to fulfil her obligations as the Dark Soul Messenger herself.

So Nero felt that even the Black Soul Messenger could actually live like a saltfish.

“No rest? ”

Just leaving the estate, in the woods outside the estate, Nero met Daeche, who was swinging his sword here. Dae-chul offered to say hello.

“The Dark Soul Messenger doesn't seem to need a break, does he?” Nero leaned back under the trunk and asked.

Da Zhe shrugged Zhanlu's sword in his hand and suddenly said: "Sport? ”

Nero waved in disgust, "I like to abuse people, I don't like to be abused. ”

This is very real. Da Zhenguan smiled. In fact, before the boss and Miss Yunight had arrived, Nero was involved in a fight every day.

Nero suddenly flew off, intending to leave from here, and Daechul asked, “Where are we going? ”

“Abuse!” Nero smiled back, "Big Jeopardy, thank you for helping me poke around in front of Sister Unight this afternoon. I'll give you a flying kiss ~ ~"

A black mist spewed out of Nero's mouth, hallucinating into the shape of a tiny heart, slowly drifting to Daechul's face, and then suddenly dissipating - a black heart.

“Sister...”

Dae-chul shook his head and then continued his sword-wielding moves, like living a life.

……

After the restaurant closed, Mr. Smith didn't come home until about 10: 00 p.m. Mrs. Elora called in the afternoon and said that Joe had returned home... although Mr. Smith did not know when Joe had slipped out of his sight.

He actually feels like a five-year-old Joe is being a little naughty... even in a town like this.

He wanted to have a good conversation with Joe, but found out that Joe was asleep and had to... he was chatting with his mother, Mrs. Lola, and his wife, Debra, in the hall.

Mrs. Elora said the spirit was much better today, as if she were ten years younger. Mr. Smith thinks it's probably because of his mood.

His wife, Debra, snuggled up in Mr. Smith's arms at this moment, gently touching his wife's drummed stomach, and the family occasionally said something unimportant but pleasant.

Unconsciously, Mrs. Eloula, who was knitting towels, seemed sleepy, so she fell asleep - as did Mr. Smith, who had worked all day.

The kitchen is burning water - of course the water hasn't burned yet, but the wind blows the curtains in the middle of the night... the swinging curtains seem to crash into the flames on the stove at any moment.

It even wipes its shoulders with this bright furnace fire a few times... maybe it's actually waiting to be burned, so the wind seems a little bit bigger, this time blowing it faster.

It shouldn't have rubbed its shoulders again this time, it would have hit the furnace fire, and it would have lifted like an invisible palm holding a pinch.

Click--!

But the furnace suddenly shut down - Debra turned off the valve directly... all said pregnant women were drowsy, but she didn't know when to wake up.

Debra's movements seemed a little slow, after all, it was always inconvenient for a pregnant woman to give birth... she took her own stomach back to the living room, put a blanket on Mrs. Elora and her husband, Mr. Smith, respectively, and then quietly opened the door to Joe's room and took a look.

She tried not to disturb her family, even when pouring water to drink, but something seemed to be looking out the window at Debra - a bright eye even in the dark.

Seems to feel this gaze, Debra staring out the window at the night.

She saw a pair of tubular yellow eyes… the eyes of an owl —— on a tree in front of her door, right now, with an owl standing, staring at her motionlessly.

Debra clutched her arms subconsciously and seemed to feel a hint of coolness... she suddenly fainted away, thinking nothing in particular, nothing at all.

“Look at what? ”

Behind him came the figure of his husband, Mr. Smith, and he brought the cape… to his wife, while Mr. Smith held his wife behind his back and then followed him out the window.

“Seems... nothing.” Debra noticed that the owl on the tree seemed to have disappeared, perhaps it had already flown away, and her face was affixed to her husband's face, "she said for a moment. ”

“Go back to your room and rest. It's too late.” Husband said softly.

Debra nodded and went back to the room with her husband.

At this point a small shadow flashed through the window… seemed to be a black cat.

If Mr. Smith had noticed, he would have recognized that this black cat, it seemed, was the one he had met during the day.

The black cat didn't get very far... it came right before the highway.

Here, there's someone -- someone in a black dress who stands here. The black cat came to the shadow and jumped on it as soon as she could.

In a black dress, he pulled his hands together and held the black cat into his arms - it took the watch out of the dress, opened it, and looked at the time.

Then he put his watch away and then slowly walked to Mr. Smith's door - just as it was about to reach out and touch the door of the house, it stopped cold.

There was a black light, bursting out of the ground like a lightning bolt, centered on it -- but just as this black lightning struck it, its body, along with the black cat, became a piece of black smoke and disappeared.

The black lightning slowly dropped after spinning over Mr. Smith's house, turning into a Yan demon knife, inserted obliquely into the dirt.

A few seconds later, a white palm pulled the Yan Devil's knife off the ground and carried it on his shoulder... Nero looked at Mr. Smith's door in front of him and whispered: “It's going really fast...”

She struck a debt, then jumped onto the roof of Mr. Smith's house, lay down directly, looked at the dim moonlight and closed her eyes, like she was asleep in the past.

It wasn't until dawn that she buried Mr. Smith's knife again, and then slowly flew back towards the estate without waking up.

……

“Where's the boss? ”

Nero, who returned to the estate, saw that there was breakfast left on the table and picked it up to eat without saying a word.

“The boss and Miss Unight went to school.” I'm looking at the newspaper's Big Phil and saying, “I really want to talk about getting into school. ”

Nero blinked, thinking, “Yeah, the boss seems to be here to go to school... is it fun to go to school? ”

“Didn't you go to school?” Dae-chul asked consciously.

Nero shrugged: “Have you ever been to an instructor's training class? ”

Dae-chul looked back at Nero and suddenly asked, "Where were you last night? ”

”Nero smiled brilliantly.“ Catch the mouse. It's fun.

“Really?” Dae-chul nodded, obviously not paying much attention... he folded the newspaper in his hand and then planned to clean up the back garden, “By the way, the one who ate at the latest was responsible for brushing the bowl...”

Nero could not see until he had spoken.

Dae-chul didn't care either, he just insisted on finishing the conversation, "... This is what the boss said, the last person who eats the meal is responsible for brushing the bowl. ”

Nero, who disappeared, came out of the wall with a sad look on his face and ran back down frustrated - brushing the bowl.

……

……

After the flash, they appeared in a snowy peak, and one step forward would officially set foot in the realm of Shenzhou - really just one step ahead.

So Dragon and Eve took a step forward without hesitation - just for a moment, an incredibly large and constant force began to flow into the body of Shinlong in Shenzhou.

“It's still comfortable to be home.” If Dragon and Eve stretched out their lazy hips, it felt like even 300 more rounds of battle with the Maid of the Machine!

“Oh, there's also [coordinates] here!” Lo Qiang weighed around and then asked curiously: "Sister Long, why did we go so far last time to [the inhuman realm]? ”

“This should be the [coordinates] temporarily made by Shining.” Long Yi thought about it: “I can't possibly be unaware of this play in front of the house... the guy probably just said it intentionally, saying something that's been idle for a long time, just lying to you. ”

The little butterfly demon, who has learned to behave, nodded.

“Well, stop it, it's been a few days.” Long Xi said quickly at this time: "Hurry back to the hospital, there should be plenty of sick numbers. ”

The little butterfly demon nodded: “Hmm! Some of the old man's pills should be almost finished, to be supplemented... Huh! Sister Long, it smells like Xuelian over there. I'll go check it out! ”

It's not that I didn't learn anything, just doing clutter in a pet hospital, and little butterfly demons learn some pharmacology on a daily basis - and they're learning fast enough.

If Dragon and Eve hadn't been niggardly with this knowledge, it would have taught a lot - watching the little butterfly demon spread its colorful butterfly wings to a nearby snow peak, and the real dragon in Shenzhou was not in a hurry.

This is already Shenzhou, she will naturally have a bigger heart... at this moment the real dragon of Shenzhou suddenly takes out the music box obtained from the castle.

At the castle she tried her best and couldn't open… she seemed to plan to try again.

So the dragon in Shenzhou took a deep breath and grabbed the music box simultaneously with both hands… the power. Her control of power has reached its peak, with no leakage at all, and even less so-called full force shakes the mountains.

It's just that she's even blushed at this moment and still can't pry this music box - she's already in Shenzhou, and the power of the dragon is endless!

“What the hell is this...” Jinzhou Zhenlong, who gave up again, took a slow breath and sat down and caressed his cheek.

Do you want to clear your arrears and use the intelligence channel's ability to ask where this is coming from?

But this idea quickly led Longxi to deny —— if he said he didn't use the intelligence channel to ask anything, the guy wouldn't know, and say that the real dragon in Shenzhou didn't even believe himself, okay?

She always felt like something was happening to her when she got this music box —— and this thing, she just had a hunch that the Lochu side representing the store couldn't know —— at least not right now.

Strangely enough, however, she had returned to Shenzhou by now, but did not seem to have been prompted to pay any debts... Rochu said it was not urgent and could wait for her to return to Shenzhou to settle her accounts.

But now that he's back, there's no hint... The dragon in Shenzhou can't help but mutter: “Dead guy, it's kind of a conscience...”

This mumbling was just said, and suddenly something fell over Shinju's head - directly into the snow in front of her.

It is a syringe with a thick arm.

The real dragon of Shenzhou stood up suddenly and stepped on his feet toward the syringe on the snow. He was furious: "Scum man!! Hot chicken!! Die!!! ”

The syringe is indestructible and can never really be stepped on - even if it is stepped on, it will automatically recover... After getting this answer, Shinju's dragon will not get any better.

“I won't smoke! Come and draw my blood yourself if you can!” The dragon of Shenzhou snorted softly: “I'm going to do it now, you bite me! ”

The syringe just lay quietly in the snow.

If Long Xi picks it up and throws it hard into the mountains - but soon the syringe will return automatically - she really can't help but flush it down.

Right now.

“This is a shithole? Why is the magic content so low..."

Not far away, only Golden Dragon Favna stood shaking and then rubbed his head - not just his head, but it always felt as if it had been torn apart by someone, and his whole body was in pain as it had been in the Great War.

Finally, a dozen meters of Favna watching herself stare at Shinju's dragon.

Farfner subconsciously struck a chill, although he had not yet figured out what was going on, but did not know why the eyes of the old woman in front of him always made it feel unspeakable.

Lung Xi suddenly walked towards Favna.

“You... what do you want to do?!” Farfner backed up nervously… it was horrible to have a large needle in his hand at this time, mostly the real dragon of Shenzhou.

“Oh, nothing.” I only heard the real dragon in Kanshu look at this moment: “I think you feel uncomfortable, so I'm going to draw you some blood for a test... Don't worry, I won't smoke much, just a hundred liters. ”

“No... stay away!! Ah--!!! ”