Trafford’s Trading Club

Faced with Dae-chul's trivial moves at this time, Dark Soul smiled slowly, "Little guy, why... afraid I'll eat you right here? ”

But Dae-chul relaxed and shrugged: “I'm afraid I'm afraid, but it doesn't seem like it's going to help... and if you really want to eat me, just because I'm from the moment I come in, there's no room for resistance, is there? No, it should be by the time I go through the optical door, I probably haven't had a chance... Senior, the optical door I entered, should it have something similar to scanning? You're the one who helped me get through. ”

Black-spirited waved his hand and said softly: “It seems that the new master has created you with the highest [source of aliens] components, not for no reason. ”

- You don't know, Boss Luo actually because he had no idea of [the origin of the alien], and the big hand used so much weight without pressure. As for the maid, she ignored the owner's such a loser behavior...

Da Cheol shook his head... he didn't have the excellence imagined by the dark soul, which is why he had to cut the weird grades in the dimensional crevices all the time afterwards - by the way, pouring some material back to fill the material bank.

“I'm probably lucky I ran into a nobleman when I went out.” Dae-chul said freely.

“It's a good heart, but there's still some obsession.” The dark soul is so cold, "he said.“ That's why you're still stuck in the last step, and you can't do the most humane things... but don't worry, you're young anyway, how long have you been a dark soul? 300 years? Two hundred years? ”

- Half a year...

“Consider it 300 years...”

Black soul nodded, “Now time and space are confusing, I just speculated with the gossip plate, knowing that you have only recently converted... but 300 years is really quite short, you can achieve this, it is rare. ”

Three hundred years is indeed short - do you always have a misunderstanding about time...

“Excellent…” Da Zhe hugged his fist and was all over the river and lake.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in eating you," cried Blacksoul. "For us, it's not very useful to simply grow ourselves by eating black souls below [the] level. At best, it's just plundering their points of achievement... But in fact, which of us can become black souls at [the] level will lack merit? So you can rest assured! ”

By the way, one day I'll be a [starting] level, and I'll be your old prey, right?

Dae-chul glanced at this dark soul, but at this moment he just looked at himself with sincerity, smiling, and couldn't help but feel cold... he was still secretly wary of himself, thinking that if he was really going to do something to himself, he would cut it all the way out - even if he couldn't escape, he would blow himself up, and then revive himself through the ark.

The boss should resurrect himself... probably.

“Senior, was this Superman created before you woke up, or after you woke up?” Da Cheoluan asked about something else.

Not surprisingly, Dae-chul asked once, "The last great war of the ancient generations made the number of strong people in the crevices fade away. After the Great War, time and space were volatile, and the newborn strong lost direction in the original sub-world... [Holy Land] did mean to cultivate again in order to make the dimensional crevices thrive again. But it wasn't me who was on this mission. I went on vacation. Since I woke up, people have been in this organization… In fact, I haven't even seen all the [thrones] here, but I just know who really led the way in doing this at the earliest. And, in the cracks, there's more than one organization like Super Strippers... and, as far as I know, there's an organization called The Secret Society, and the Gate of Truth, and who was in the lead at the beginning,”

“[Secret meeting] … [Gate of Truth]?” Dae-chul's curiosity grew.

But the black soul whispered softly: “The two organizations are very low-key and basically don't walk in the crevices. [Secret Society] Like its name, its members act in secrecy, only in silent search of the original path… As for [the Gate of Truth], it is strange that its members are scattered among various sub-worlds and seem to want to seek a reverse path. ”

“What is the opposite way?” Dae-chul blinked.

Dark Souls slowly said: “If you don't go in, go back, go forward is the end, go back is the origin… the end is the origin. ”

Dae-chul shook his head, saying he didn't understand, but he also wrote it down silently... but at the same time he thought of another thing through his dark soul narrative, “Senior, you are now awake, and you are the throne of this transcendental organization again... are you going to keep this throne? ”

“Why not?” The Dark Souls laughed. “The Super Souls are extraordinary people who have been promoted from all the sub-worlds within the Super Souls organization, like the gems that have been chosen... what is the nature of the Dark Souls? I'm not already in Baoshan. ”

“Exactly… but I asked a stupid question.” Dae-chul smiled bitterly.

This dark soul is clearly that you can't go back to the farmhouse... when you need to use performance, just grab it at random in the Super Stripper organization, it's a good customer...

"You don't have to be paranoid. Three hundred years is not enough to make you see the nature of the dark soul... but this can't be rushed. When are you promoted to the [starting] level, your eyes will naturally be different, and then you will naturally not see the people in the sub-world. ”

Da Cheol laughed and didn't say anything... 300 years may be extremely short for the black soul, but for him now, 300 years, even three years, is still very long... if you can't keep up with your eyes, you never have the ambition.

“By the way, since you're not here to rush me back... what are you doing in the crack this time? ”

The Dark Soul finally threw this question - Da Cheol had long thought that the other side would definitely ask this question, and he had long thought of an answer, "Nothing really, mainly to grind himself up... The Void Yuan Demon here is a good opponent, by fighting Yuan Demon, can make me progress faster. ”

The black soul nodded: “[The origin of the alien] is extracted from the void Yuan Demon, equivalent to the essence of Yuan Demon. Since the body of our dark soul is based on [the source of the alien], when fighting the Yuan Demon, it is conducive to stimulating the activity of [the source of the alien], so it has a good effect in terms of the ability to simply improve. ”

Dae-chul couldn't help but wonder... Is there a reason for this? No wonder they threw themselves here in the first place to cut the little monster's level - so this place is really a practice treasure?

“Here's the deal.” The dark soul waved at this moment, and a bright light instantly shone in front of Daechul.

This is actually an oval badge, the badge is a yin yang fish on the front and a gossip pattern on the back. "This is my letter. There should still be some remaining Yuan demons in the Yongnight Palace. If you need them, take this and go into the Beast Farm... Musashi knows how to do it. ”

At first, I saw [the throne] more or less to join the club, so that I could get in there and cut off the little monster... Dae-chul has a pleasant feeling of surprise at this time - EMMM, is there really someone up there who can do something nice?

“Senior, this? ”

“You belong together and deserve to take care of each other.” Black soul laughed, then the gossip plate in his hand flew directly out, it actually flew over the head of Da Cheol, then a light column in the gossip plate ejected, directly covering Da Cheol.

Da Zhe's pores were erected at this time, his body was tight, Zhanlu sword keys were turbulent, his eyes were about to project, and he struggled with the black soul... but the black soul swung his hand at this time: “Relax, this is as if I was giving you another gift to meet. We are part of the same family, but technically I am also your elder. Yellow Earth, it's no strange thing for elders to give their younger generations a gift. ”

This gossip tray over Dae-chul's head quickly flew back into the hands of the dark soul... Dae-chul carefully checked his body at this time and found nothing wrong, and Zhanlu Sword did not have any warning... He himself even had a relaxed spirit, a relaxed mood, and the whole child seemed to be in such a good condition that he couldn't feel good - in more earthy terms, like eating ginseng fruit.

“Senpai, you? ”

Dark Souls sneer: “You have a good foundation, but 300 years is really too short, and the foundation doesn't mean that the rapid increase of power poses any hidden dangers... I'm just allowing you to use your power more naturally and proficiently. ”

Da Cheol waved his arms casually, feeling that his strength was more smooth than before, and that his control over the body of the dark soul was much finer... such a feeling could bring joy - his face unconsciously revealed a smile.

“So... thank you so much.” Dae-chul softened his breath: “Don't know what I can do for my predecessor? ”

Da Cheol has always understood man… Since there is still an erosion relationship between the black souls, there is absolutely no such unpaid payment between the black soul and the black soul - even in the shop - with the purpose of paying for itself.

Dark Souls laughed at this moment: "It's simple, you just have to go back and wait until I think the new Lord will explain my situation. ”

Da Cheol couldn't help but open his mouth... this request of the black soul is inevitably too simple - it is clearly not reciprocal with the benefits he has given.

The dark soul whispered at this moment: “I said that my relationship with the new Lord is between the elder and the young, and this time you did not come, but at the same time discovered what I am - so I need you to explain it to me on my behalf. ”

Dae-chul is basically right… There is really no place to be picky about the notion of black souls - black souls are obviously in control of their own hands.

What an old man's face...

“Don't worry, I'll report back when I get back.” Dae-chul said with disdain, "including this thing that my predecessor helped me with. ”

“No wonder you can drive the Zhanlu Sword.” The black soul nodded with a smile, "Well, that's it for you and me today... you should probably go out, you've been between [thrones] for too long, will attract the attention of other [thrones]. ”

Da Cheol couldn't help but shock himself... He asked himself how well Zhanlu's sword was hidden, but he didn't think that the other party had seen through it at a glance - [the beginning nine], the dark soul lay low, he gave Da Cheol a feeling like a maid, deeply disappeared.

If all the black souls in [the beginning] are like black souls, then the black souls before [the beginning of the ninth], after all...

There are still many problems in the Great Philosophy... but now that we know that the Black Soul is the [throne] of the Transcendental Organization, we just need to find time to get into the crevices and come to the Night Palace.

“Then Dae-chul will no longer be disturbed.” Dae-chul held his fist at this time - because it was the only ancient courtesy he knew - Jin Yong taught!

“Go, Musashi is probably tired of waiting.” The black soul waved and a light door opened directly behind Dae-chul, "you saw Musashi and told him that I would remember his contribution once. ”

Dae-chul nodded and turned around and walked into the bare door.

Then the light broke slightly, turned into fragments, disappeared with the wind, in the octagonal gazebo, the black soul sat down again, took out the gossip plate on the stone table and slowly turned the organ on the plate.

He whispered as if he had spoken to himself: “The gentleman is shaky, yet smooth, not to mention he can get the Zhanlu sword... the girl with the sword, this is your future opponent. ”

The door of the cabin in the fire cloud cave suddenly opened quietly, only a little girl with her eyes closed, barefoot, slowly walked out... beside her, nine handles flashed with different lights, different shapes of sword.

“You're so annoying. I don't like the sword.” The closed-eyed little girl sounded calm.

The black soul laughed and was quite happy: “The sword girl is still so cute... I really look forward to the day you grew up. ”

But the little girl didn't say anything, and as soon as she turned around, she walked directly into the wooden house... and the black soul still smiled.

Fire cloud cave soared a breeze... the wind blew the ripples of the pond outside the cabin while also blowing the dark soul's long black hair.

Behind his head, when his long hair was slightly blown open by the breeze... he seemed to see a strange pair of eyes.

“This Dae-chul, even if it's not [the first] grade, looks very good...”

Psst...!