Trafford’s Trading Club

There are many speculations about the matter, but so far there is no unified and definite statement.

All they know is that this only appeared after the Taishan incident.

"...There is a crack, and this thing was picked up from inside." Zi Xing looked at Long Xiruo with a solemn expression, "In the end we can only reach a dilapidated ruin with traces left after the war everywhere. We did not see any corpses in the area that we could explore, and the whole place seemed to be empty. What we saw was a place called [Nantian Gate]."

[Nantian Gate]...The gate of the legendary fairy palace.

The true dragon of Shenzhou didn't speak, she just looked at Zixing blankly, as if she was telling the truth from the false.

"Long Jun, do you think that Zi Xing is making up a story?" Zi Xing suddenly asked.

Long Xiruo shook his head, and said calmly: "I'm just curious, why did you run into this kind of thing."

Zi Xing was a little dazed by this question, "Is there anything wrong with this..."

Long Xiruo shook her head again, and at this time the fragment had been held in her hand again... She carefully stroked the engraving on it, "You are looking for me because you want me to continue exploring this suspected [] with you. Space?"

"Fengdu Ghost City." Zi Xing said the name of a place, and said meaningfully: "I know the origin of Fengdu Ghost City...Lord Longjun."

Long Xiruo's expression changed slightly, but she suddenly smiled and said, "You girl, it seems that you have done your homework...Then the question is, why do you think I will promise you?"

"I hope Lord Long Jun can consider it." Zi Xing bowed in front of the true dragon of Shenzhou at this time, without raising her head, "This is a very suitable place for us to live in. Today's world is not necessarily suitable for us to continue. Survive...Even in this age of spiritual energy, I am afraid it will only be a flash in the pan."

"You said... a flash in the pan?" Shenzhou Zhenlong's eyes narrowed.

Zi Xing still did not look up, just whispered: "Zi Xing, after all, is the sacrifice of Lord Greedy Wolf Xing...The celestial phenomenon is like this, and Zi Xing can see some of it. I know that the various races of the four gods and spirit beasts are all interested in please My lord, I hope to win an autonomous region that belongs to the Yaozu in this era...Compared with their requirements, the wolf clan only hopes to get a place where it can survive, just like the ghost city of City Lord Xiao. Since Lord Longjun Can help the city lord Xiao transform the once broken [Earth Mansion] into the ghost city of Fengdu today, then..."

"I help Xiaosheng silently, just to place thousands of ghosts in the land of China that have nowhere to live." Long Xiruo said solemnly: "The underworld is shattered, and thousands of ghosts and ghosts have nowhere to rest, even more.* *Back, accumulating time and time will only lead to great disasters in China...How can you compare with yours?"

She seems to have expected this kind of rhetoric a long time ago, and she is not hurried at this time, but her attitude is more humble. The place to live... is also suitable for the survival of other monster races. Since it is difficult for me to integrate into human beings, how about getting out of this era? Just like the so-called "inhuman realm" in the West. Lord Long Jun is For the true dragons of countless creatures in China, Lord Longjun needs to follow the general trend... But as long as I wait for a day to be wiped out, isn't it one of these countless creatures? Purple Star's appeal, I hope Master Long will think deeply."

The true dragon of China was silent.

Time just passed in silence.

After a long time, Long Xiruo sighed: "Speaking of ground, this is just your wishful thinking."

The wolf-greedy young master Zi Xing's eyes moved slightly, it seems that from this sentence, the disappointment on his face can hardly be hidden.

"Whether it is a suitable place to live or not? You are the one who has the final say." Long Xiruo immediately said blankly: "To create an oriental [inhuman realm], do you think it is a child playing in the sand? Without a perfect plan, it can be built by just building? Do you know how long it took [Inhuman Domain] to build it, and how much effort it took [Magicians Association] to fall to the ground?"

"Long Jun means..." Zi Xing's feeling of falling to the bottom suddenly raised.

Long Xiruo rolled her eyes and said, "After the summit meeting, I'm going to do a field trip."

The wolf-greedy young master was immediately ecstatic, and Natou was about to bow down.

But Long Xiruo stretched out his hand and sighed: "You haven't thought about it. What if I won't think about it at all."

"I know Lord Long will not." Zi Xing whispered: "I know that after the founding of the new era, there will be a plan to wipe out the demon clan... It was Master Long who resisted it with one hand behind his back."

Long Xiruo didn't say anything, but just stared: "Let me go for the inspection, I will pay for the inspection! The board and lodging reimbursement! The appearance fee is extra!"

"??"

These... are all easy to say?

probably.

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Mo Xiaofei followed Song Haoran to a very elegant quiet room...He saw a masked woman in white clothes here.

The tulle is used, and the face of the masked woman can be vaguely seen.

She just sat on her knees and waited. It seemed that she had waited for a long time. When the door was opened, the eyes of the masked woman focused on Mo Xiaofei's body...or face.

If it were not for the existence of the forbidden law, with Mo Xiaofei's super hearing ability, at this time, he would definitely hear the masked woman whispering such a sentence at this time, "It's like...there is such a similarity in the world..."

Song Haoran walked in first, and Mo Xiaofei then, when he came to the masked woman, Song Haoran said casually: "I have brought you people."

The masked woman nodded, and then calmly said: "Okay, you can withdraw, go outside and continue standing."

The eldest son of the Song family suddenly widened his eyes and pointed at himself incredibly, with a grieved expression on his face: "My princess, are you so greedy and tired of old age? Have I served you not thoughtfully?"

Saying something frivolous with an aggrieved expression...Is this guy a talent?Mo Xiaofei looked at this moment and did not dare to speak.

The masked woman raised her head slightly and glanced at Song Haoran.

Young Master Song shrugged directly, "I'm just outside, calling me for something."

Before he left, Song Haoran patted Mo Xiaofei's shoulder lightly, winking, but said in a low voice, "Little brother, be careful when you speak...Don't talk nonsense."

Mo Xiaofei was still a little confused about the situation at this time-but it was the masked woman who wanted to see herself.

But he really couldn't remember whether he had ever interacted with this masked woman... If he had never met, why did he look for himself?

Looking at the masked woman who stared at him weirdly, Mo Xiaofei said tentatively, "I... shall I sit down?"

"You... sit down," the masked woman whispered, seemingly hesitant.

Mo Xiaofei sat down slowly, originally intending to sit cross-legged, but seeing the masked woman's upright kneeling posture, he immediately changed it to the same position as the other party, but he was not used to this sitting posture after all. It seemed a little awkward.

The masked woman kept silent, just watching.

"Excuse me... what do you want me for?" Mo Xiaofei couldn't help asking.

"How old are you this year?" The masked woman asked suddenly.

"Huh? Me?" Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth subconsciously, and immediately thought about it: "It's almost eighteen."

"Are there any relatives at home?" the masked woman asked again.

Mo Xiaofei was quite wary and said, "You...what do you ask these for?"

The masked woman shook her head and said calmly: "It's just to find some topics. Isn't this what you want? Don't let this place appear too quiet."

... Then you didn't just ask your family members directly when you came up?

"You haven't answered me...what are you looking for?" Mo Xiaofei said straightforwardly: "I know you?"

"No, I haven't seen each other before today." The masked woman said softly.

"that?"

"You look very similar to an old friend of mine." The masked woman thought for a while and said: "That's why I have some interest in you. Don't panic, I won't hurt you, I just want to tell you Talk. If this makes you feel embarrassed, I will let Song Haoran send you back."

"It doesn't need to be..." Mo Xiaofei shook his head, and asked curiously: "Do I really look a lot like your old friend?"

"Like when he was young." The masked woman nodded: "But she still looks a little immature... His eyes can pretend to be everything."

"Sounds like a very powerful person..." Mo Xiaofei squeezed his eyes with his fingers rather awkwardly, "Does it look like this?"

The masked woman was silent at this time.

Mo Xiaofei changed from a little embarrassment to a dry smile, "Well...I'll just make a joke."

"You can be more confident." The masked woman said suddenly.

Mo Xiaofei was startled.

The masked woman said calmly: "What's your name."

"Mo Xiaofei."

"Okay, I remember."

The topic seemed to stop suddenly at this point. The masked woman didn't say anything, but kept staring at Mo Xiaofei. As time went on, she even lost her mind.

She seemed to fall into the memory...This was the only feeling Mo Xiaofei felt at this time.

Just look at it, maybe people really think of some old person because they see themselves, and they want to remember it in a few seconds...If you can help, please help, anyway, there is nothing important for you.

Mo Xiaofei began to become a little calmer... calmly accepting the gaze of the masked woman, he didn't have too many thoughts in his mind at this time, but the quiet room was too quiet, and Mo Xiaofei didn't realize it. There was some sleepiness in between.

His eyes gradually dimmed.

After the masked woman's veil... the Ruoyingruo show's face seemed to have a familiar feeling, and his eyes gradually sank.

Chuyang.

Like a name...who.

like……

His head sank suddenly.

Mo Xiaofei raised his head quickly, and then looked around nervously-he was still in the quiet room, and the masked woman also knelt in front of him.

Mo Xiaofei quickly wiped his lips, and said sly, "I'm sorry... I slept too late last night, and I didn't know it... I've been dozing off for a long time?"

"For a moment." The masked woman said calmly: "It's getting late. Go outside to find Song Haoran, and he will send you back."

"Okay." Mo Xiaofei nodded subconsciously. He wanted to escape from this strange silence...especially the masked woman kept giving him a strange feeling that he couldn't tell.

Said that he looks like her old friend when he was young... Who can he be like himself?

Everyone says that he looks a lot like his father... Is it possible that this masked woman knows her father?But his father is a firefighter who has been injured and retired. Nothing special?

Mo Xiaofei pushed away the people in the quiet room with his head full of doubts. Suddenly he turned around with a movement in his heart, and saw that the masked woman who had already closed her eyes slowly opened it again. Eyes.

"What's the matter."

"That..." Mo Xiaofei said hesitantly: "...I'll leave a call to the uncle outside the door. If you think you want to remember the old man, I'm fine. It's a pleasure to help others... Goodbye."

She watched Mo Xiaofei leave, until she finally disappeared, she took off the veil on her face, and whispered, "It's not like... but it's also like."

...

Soon after, Song Haoran entered the quiet room directly.

He didn't personally send Mo Xiaofei back to the courtyard where the wolf-greedy clan lived, but Mo Xiaofei refused, saying that he could just go back.

"What is so special about this kid that people can actually see him in person." Song Haoran asked directly.

"You do something for me." The masked woman said calmly.

"Let's talk." Song Haoran shrugged, "You know I can't refuse you."

"Mo Xiaofei, please help me pay attention." The masked woman thought for a while and said: "Don't let him know, I just want to know some of his life."

"Life?" Song Haoran looked quite surprised, then smiled and said: "It always feels like he has something special that attracts you."

The Song family eldest young master squatted directly in front of the masked woman and got close.

The masked woman was motionless.

Song Haoran stretched out his hand across the masked woman's veil, as if the veil was about to be lifted in the next moment... He gently swept her face across the veil as if it hadn't touched, "I saw you for the first time. Such a look."

"You are too close." The masked woman said calmly.

"I still want to get closer." Song Haoran chuckled lightly, "Future."

The masked woman's eyes were cold, and her palm quickly shook out...Even though the strength was not available, the fighting moves were still there--this shot was extremely harsh.

In the face of this fierce shot, Song Haoran raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the electric light and flint directly grabbed the masked woman's wrist.

A hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of the masked woman.

The eldest son of the Song family directly loosened the opponent's wrist at this time, blinked his eyes and said, "I'm being beaten every day, and I can't be beaten all the time, right?"

"Song Haoran, dare you!"

"I'm outside." Song Dashao said coldly, and at the same time stepped back, "call me something...My Princess."

It wasn't until the Song family left the quiet room that the masked princess of Qin slowly exhaled, gently rubbing her wrist, and whispered: "If there is a troubled world, you will be the demon star who is ruining the world... "

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When Mo Xiaofei returned to Zi Xing's residence, Long Xiruo had already pretended to wait.

Long Xiruo didn't even ask where Mo Xiaofei had gone, and looked worried...The master and apprentice didn't say anything, so they left the Song Dynasty Hotel.

The agents of the bureau didn't dare to stop when they entered the door, and now naturally they dare not stop, just as if nothing happened.

"By the way, Master, what is Chuyang?"

Mo Xiaofei asked suddenly in the car that was about to come.

"Chuyang?" The real dragon from China was startled and said: "What is Chuyang? Literally, the morning sun, you high school monk?"

"...It's like a name." Mo Xiaofei shook his head: "If the master doesn't know, it's not an important thing."

Long Xiruo shook his head and said casually: "In ancient times, there was a saying that the period before the winter solstice to the beginning of spring was the first sun, which is the so-called first sun."

"So..." Mo Xiaofei nodded.

"In addition, there is another metaphor." The true dragon of China took a look at Mo Xiaofei, and said meaningfully: "Sometimes it is also likened to: Prosperity."