Trafford’s Trading Club

In the water, there was a little thing quietly approaching the swinging legs of Xiaodie Yao.

When it was about to approach, the little thing was suddenly lifted by a hand inserted into the water.

"Don't be naughty." Miss Heishui said, and put the little thing in her hand back into the pool... This is a demon cub with a small turtle shell on its back.

Only then did Luo Pianzu notice this and blinked.

"This child is not afraid of birth. Only those who like it will come close. Don't mind." Miss Heishui smiled slightly at this time.

"How come!" Luo Pian shook his head.

She swam back to the pool and curiously said, "Miss Heishui, won't you come down to play? It's so cool here!"

Miss Heishui whispered: "No, I'm going to watch these children here. If you play with yourself and let them have an accident, it will be difficult... You know, we can't use power in this city."

Even though the grown-up demon clan still retains part of their physical abilities, the cubs of the demon clan are very weak... so weak that an ordinary person can hurt them as long as they hold some offensive weapons in their hands.

"Since it's so dangerous...Miss Heishui, why are you bringing them in?" Luo Pian asked puzzledly.

Hei Shui thought for a while and said: "I lived in this city before, but I was cut off from all forces. I took these children to the suburbs. If it wasn't for Lord Long this time, neither would I There will be a bad move. The most important thing is that there are many guys outside the city. If I leave these children outside, I am afraid there will be some accidents. It is a pity...

Luo Piansu thought for a while and said, "The monster races that are blocked outside the hospital seem to be the same as Miss Heishui's plan."

Heishui smiled bitterly and said: "It's not effective... After all, it is the decision of Lord Long, I am afraid it will be difficult to impress her."

She remembered the report that Sister Long was quietly making, and she wanted to comfort the Miss Heishui who was like a patriarch with a group of children, but she still resisted the impulse after thinking about it.

Sister Long didn't say anything that could be done, how could she just use it as a hope to give it away.

"Actually, Miss Heishui, have you ever thought about taking these children to a place where no one is inhabited?" Little Butterfly Demon thought about it at this time: "There will still be, Shenzhou is so big, there must be Many places where there are no humans and you can live in peace."

"I don't deny that there is such a place." Miss Heishui shook her head and said: "I also thought about it... It's just that you are only looking at the ten or so children I brought. However, in the Shenzhou University On the ground, how many children of the demon race are living outside. You see, these children are enjoying happiness here, but at the same time, in places we don’t know, how many children are suffering from you, I can’t imagine. The pain? Their homes can be developed by humans, and they may have lost their loved ones."

Luo Piansu remembered the mountain where he once lived, and her mother who was hunted down... the tree demon grandfather who raised her and was finally cut down by humans.

If there is an ideal environment for Miss Heishui, if it exists in this world, perhaps there will be a lot less of the grief she has experienced.

It's just that Sister Long is a true dragon from the Shenzhou, not from the monster race... She guards all the creatures in the Shenzhou, and needs to be controlled by the will of all the dragon veins and spiritual veins on the land of Shenzhou.

Once she violated these wills, it would probably be troublesome.

Now it is Human Race Dangxing... Sister Long has said it more than once.

She knew that when Sister Long was talking about this, she was also uncomfortable and always gloomy... She would always shut herself in the room, always indulging in games, seemingly unwilling to pay attention to everything outside.

This is not an escape.

Even though it is the true dragon of Shenzhou, possessing the invincible strength of the world, there are still things that have to be avoided.

"Perhaps only the boss can..." Luo Pian was a little distracted when thinking about the problem. This was subconsciously said-but she quickly noticed something wrong and quickly stopped.

"Boss?" Miss Heishui stared at her at this time, "The boss you said, is it..."

"I...I'm just talking nonsense." Xiaodie Yao hurriedly said at this time: "Miss Heishui, don't take it seriously."

However, Miss Heishui shook her head at this time, "No, the boss you mentioned, I may know who it is... In fact, I have thoughts like this."

She glanced at Luo Pianxu deeply and said softly: "Always."

...

The topic of Yaozu autonomy seemed to stop suddenly.

Miss Heishui didn't say any more, and Xiaodie Yao didn't ask any more... It seemed as if they had completely forgotten this topic.

After Luo Pianju played in the swimming pool for a while, Miss Heishui greeted a group of demon cubs to leave... After all, this is still a human territory, and she should not take a group of demon cubs to stay in one place for a long time.

"Maybe one day, they can be like ordinary human children, playing in these places until they are tired. I'm glad to meet you today, I'm stupefied."

"Me too..." She looked at Miss Heishui's eyes, and suddenly felt indescribable.

The children bid farewell to the Butterfly Demon sister one after another in dismay... Until the end, Little Butterfly Demon could only watch.

In the swimming pool on the high school campus, she was the only one left.

She didn't leave, just let herself soak in the water, let the water sway, and sent her body to the center of the pool, just like this, floating, like a rootless ping.

...

When he returned to the guard room, Xiaodie Yao's hair still felt a little wet.

What she met was the rather sad look of the gatekeeper.

"I washed the swimsuit when it came out!" Little Butterfly Demon smiled brightly: "Thank you for your swimsuit, uncle!"

"I'd rather you don't wash it..." The gatekeeper's uncle dried out his eyes in pain, and held the folded swimsuit in his hand, shaking.

It looked like a broken beloved antique in the hand.

"No way! For the old and disrespectful!" Xiaodie Demon said righteously at this time.

"Let me die..." The gatekeeper squatted in the corner painfully, as if his loss had already made him lose the courage to live.

Luo Pianju seemed to think of something at this time, and suddenly said, "Master, is there no one in the indoor swimming pool usually past?"

"What do you ask this for?" The gatekeeper said in surprise: "Classes are closed now, who is going to the swimming pool with nothing? It's the snake with a bunch of oil bottles."

"Uncle, do you know Miss Heishui?!" Xiaodie Demon couldn't help opening her mouth.

The gatekeeper rolled his eyes and said: "If I don't know, she has the ability to play with such a large group of children? Now it is no better than before, we have all lost our strength... That snake is also true, and I don't know how to constrain it. , Come here every day, I really thought the old man was deaf? But the figure is okay..."

Chatter, chatter.

As the gatekeeper himself said, it is probably an old bad guy...a bad old man.

Before leaving, the gatekeeper suddenly said: "If you can say a few words to that snake, please enlighten more when you have time... This guy, if this goes on, sooner or later he will ruin himself. We demon Clan, there is no longer a saint."

"Why... why?"

"Not why." The gatekeeper shook his head, and then suddenly squinted his eyes: "By the way, Xiao Pian, which shower room did you use just now? Don't waste the scrubbing water, it's a strategic resource."

"Yuetai, death ——!"

Luo Pian's legs sank, took a deep breath, and punched in one step.

Xiaodie demon bulged her cheeks, walked out of the guard room, and headed for the next destination of medicine delivery.

...

...

The car that Song Ying drove was only the two of the Song family traveling today, and there were no bodyguards or the like driving behind—the bodyguards had already driven away the reporters who looked like flies.

Because earlier in the local earthquake event with the Ostrum Pharmaceutical Factory Building as the center, the Song family, a foreign businessman, was actively involved in disaster relief and charity. As the head of the group, Miss Song Ying has become a celebrity in the city.

Young, beautiful, and famous...it is the dog team's favorite hunting target, yes.

"Speaking of which, have you seen that woman?" Song Haoran, who was in the co-pilot, lifted his chin to look at the speeding scene outside the window as if bored.

Song Ying didn't turn her head, but her gaze turned away, Zhuangruo said without knowing, "That woman...which woman?"

Song Haoran squinted at Song Ying and smiled.

The Song family's Miss Sun's fingers on the steering wheel gradually became a little bit nowhere to be placed, "Forget it...I have seen it, I didn't state my identity."

"Why?" Song Haoran asked curiously.

Song Ying thought for a while and said, "I always feel... that guy wouldn't want her to intervene in the affairs of our Song family."

Song Haoran shrugged and said, "I have no objection."

He really doesn't have much opinion. The relationship between the mother and the child is only on the legal level, not the traditional blood relationship that he cares about. If it is the biological mother instead of the foster mother, naturally there will be no opinions.

The Song Family's old lady's opinion will be even greater-he is a more traditional person, otherwise he would not always think about moving back his industry on the South American continent.

"What kind of person is it?" Song Haoran asked curiously, as if chatting.

Song Ying scratched her head, "It's hard to tell."

"Hard to say?"

"In general..." Song Ying thought for a while and said, "Probably she is a rather bad woman. She likes what she likes, and she doesn't like what she doesn't. If she is just a greedy person, let's talk about it."

"how about you?"

"I... what am I?"

"Do you like it or don't? Or is it just a simple one?" Song Haoran looked at this niece with a smirk.

brake!

The kind of sudden brake.

"Arrived!"

cemetery.

...

Because it was because of his death in the service, Rocky was eligible to be buried in this cemetery-almost no one opposed this matter.

Go up a long staircase, halfway up the mountain.

"From the perspective of Feng Shui, it's really a good position." Song Haoran was looking at the layout around him at this time.

He has always liked these weird things, and when he was in South America, he often pestered Mr. Blind as a doorman to ask a lot about metaphysics.

Song Ying was joking. If Song Haoran died in the future, she would find a way to bury him in this place.

"When the Song family returns, they can only be buried in the ancestral grave of the Song family." He responded in this way.

The rare seriousness was so tight that Song Ying even felt a sense of fright...She was silent and dare not speak.

After a while, they finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

"It's like it." Song Haoran couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the photo on the tombstone: "It's almost exactly the same as the photo of the uncle when he was young."

"Yeah." Song Ying also nodded at this time: "Really looks very similar to Grandpa."

"It seems that someone has been here." At this time, Song Haoran frowned while looking at the unburnt incense in front of the grave.

"Maybe the cemetery administrator?" Song Ying looked around.

Song Haoran shook his head and said, "If it is an administrator, then my cousin is really taken care of."

In addition, there is no incense in the surrounding tombs.

"Today is not a day of worship, nor is it a day of public sacrifice. Who would do it for no reason..." Song Ying couldn't help frowning at this time.

"Probably someone with a heart." Song Haoran waved his hand, and then stood in front of the grave, "Don't be stunned, and bow a few times, as a preview."

"Pre-study? What..." Song Ying, who suddenly reacted, couldn't help being furious, but she had to force it down, "You are going to die, Song Haoran! There is more to be done! Before the grave of the ancestors, can you be more serious!"

Song Haoran laughed at this moment, and after a few serious bows before the grave, he said with a serious face: "Big brother, my niece looks okay, isn't it cute? If Quanxia knows, please also You take good care of her."

"It sounds like he can really hear it." Song Ying muttered, lowering her head.

Song Haoran suddenly said, "I can't tell you, after all, you are now entering the transcendental society. You have never seen it when you were in South America, let alone..."

Seeing Song Haoran suddenly become mysterious at this time, Song Ying couldn't help being piqued with curiosity, and couldn't help asking, "What more?"

"The Mid-Year Festival is coming soon." Song Haoran smiled mysteriously: "In the Mid-Men Festival, the ghost gate opens. I heard that those souls who are still attached to the world will run out of the ghost gate. Maybe we didn't see it before, but now Not necessarily...I don't know if my big brother has anything unfinished in his heart."

Song Ying suddenly felt a chill, she subconsciously hugged her arms, "Song Haoran, in broad daylight... can you be more serious!"

"Let's go." Song Haoran smiled at this moment: "I have to go back to greet the group of experts in the association."

"What about an expert..." Song Ying shook her head. Those experts in the Taoist Association were not the same as those in her impression.

In the impression of Miss Sun from the Song family, only Mr. Blind fits the temperament of an expert.

...

When going down the stairs, Song Haoran suddenly turned around and looked up the mountain.

"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked curiously.

Song Haoran shook his head suspiciously, "Nothing...it should be nothing. On the way back, I will drive. You get up early and sleep a little longer when you go back. There are still many things to do today."

Still quite considerate... Song Ying pursed her lips and smiled.

...

On the top of the hill of the cemetery, there are two figures.

"This guy has a keen sense, but it's a pity that the prohibition here is too serious, it's not easy to look carefully."

"Why, you want to guide him?"

"It's just curiosity... Then, this woman is a dimensional observer of this world."

"It's hard to say, the information [The Throne] gave us can only be vaguely displayed...Is this Song Ying in the end? It needs more time to observe."

"...Speaking of, what's going on here, I have never met this level of prohibition."

"do not you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Here is... the owner of [shop]."

"...That's really necessary. Be careful."

"Be very, very careful."

...

On the top of the mountain, there has been no voice for a long time...The two figures talking here have been gone for a long time.In front of the grave halfway up the mountain, a figure slowly appeared at this time.

Luo Qiu sat alone in front of the tombstone, where he could overlook most of the city.

"It's very lively today."

"Are you ok."

"Everybody is fine."

"Me too...very good."

In this world, he only spent a few months studying abroad, but he experienced many [Day 1] in [Elves Land].

The touch of time is normal.

"I am back……"

It has been a long time.

"The Mid-Year Festival, Ghost Gate..."