Trafford’s Trading Club

Farrell had been looking at him all the time—the gray-haired young man carrying a large wooden box on his back.

He should be young, and his gray hair seemed to be a message to Farrell, a sense of vicissitudes.

The mad knight is sober many times, he only knows that he needs to be mad at certain times.

What kind of experience is needed to make people experience things that are definitely not at this age?

At the small river beach, Momo picked up some dry sticks and simply lighted a fire, then scooped some river water and directly burned it with a small bottle cage for survival in the wild.

His shoes are very old and probably have walked a lot.

"Eat some?" Momo opened his rucksack and took out two rice dumplings from it. "This is what an uncle passing by a farmer gave me to eat on the way. It tastes good...Zongzi, you know, it's delicious... eat! good! good!"

He uncovered the zong leaves on the zongzi, making a very tasty gesture, and then placed the unzipped zongzi in front of Farrell, then he folded some branches as chopsticks, and ate it in small bites. .

Farrell just glanced at it, and didn't do anything.

The loose foreign language is obviously not very useful...The young celestial master of Longhushan couldn't help showing some embarrassment.

Mo Mo didn't seem to be able to communicate with this foreign uncle in a very effective way - it was just that he, as the celestial master of Longhushan, quickly took out his unique skills.

It's another bag...a cloth bag, slowly opening.

Farrell couldn't help frowning at this moment, he could feel a lot of...spirit in this cloth bag.

At this moment, Mo Mo opened the small cloth bag, and something seemed to rush out of it, but Mo Mo quickly stretched out his finger to draw something in front of him, and then pointed forward.

He quickly tied the cloth bag, and then looked at Farrell and smiled slightly: "Okay, I should be able to talk now."

Although not very proficient, apart from the accent, it is a language that Farrell can understand.

Farrell looked at this young man named Momo in surprise, and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"

"How to do it..." Momo thought for a while and thought: "This is a bit complicated to say, it's about...professional skills or something? I am a ghost catcher...Oh, an exorcist, with some on hand Soul, after allowing them to possess them, they can enable some of their abilities during their lifetime. For example, language and the like—it happens to have a foreigner’s soul on hand."

"Exorcist?" Farrell murmured.

Momo smiled casually and said: "You can treat people like me as a magic stick, liar...jugglers, and so on. For ghosts, believe it, or unbelief. People with ghosts in their hearts look like everything. It is the Yin Cao Jifu."

"Are you traveling?" Farrell asked suddenly.

This is a very calm young man, Farrell can't give birth to the desire to shoot for a while.

There is nothing in this mysterious exorcist youth that can provoke a fight.He is sitting here, like one of the many rocks in the small river beach, completely blending with here.

If it weren't for his own style that didn't fit the style of painting... He was sitting alone with a wooden box and sitting on the firewood narration, which was more like a painting.

A painting called a traveler.

"Looking for something, but also for someone." Momo slowly chewed the food in his mouth, staring at Higurashi with empty eyes, "Are you here to find something too."

"How do you know I'm looking for something?" Farrell tilted his head.

"It's just a polite remark." Momo smiled and said: "Isn't it all like this, the opening remarks, topic creation and the like... just ask about it."

"I'm looking for someone," Farrell said abruptly.

"So." Momo nodded, and didn't mean to continue to ask deeply... He immediately glanced at the rice dumplings that Farrell had never done before, and then said: "Eat, you will crawl over if you don't eat ants. This place is still full of bugs."

"Don't you ask me who I am looking for?" Farrell continued to ask.

"It's not very good to ask." Momo shook his head and said: "This is your privacy. I am not interested in exploring other people's privacy... Do you really not eat?"

I'm sure, even if it's not a loose foreign language, I can't communicate... the mad knight in Britain has returned to his original aspirations and plans to communicate with each other in his own way.

He stretched out his palm towards the firewood, Momo looked at his behavior strangely.

Farrell clenched his fists abruptly.

In a short time, countless roaring evil spirits appeared around him, and the surrounding wind was strong. In Momo's sight, Farrell's body was like a black quagmire that had swallowed countless evil spirits.

There is a terrifying monster about to crawl out of this muddy quagmire.

The young celestial master of Longhushan opened his mouth slightly at this moment-he suddenly struck a spirit, and immediately took the two big rice dumplings back.

Only then ended a seal with one hand.

Farrell's eyes, which looked like fierce beasts, were directly locked on Mo Mo's body, and his fists followed... However, the young celestial master of Longhushan at this time had the palm of Jieyin's palm like lightning Wave by.

A flash of light flashed directly into the forehead of the mad knight.

Farrell stopped moving.

His fists are still waving, but he just sits still.

The surging yin wind, like a terrifying monster crawling out of the quagmire, gradually disappeared... the swaying wood fire light returned to calm again.

Momo took out his own zongzi again, one was still placed in front of Farrell, and he ate the one that had not been finished.

The firewood made a crackling sound occasionally, the twilight gradually faded, and the crescent moon was rising.

He changed back to the person in the traveler's landscape painting again, except that Farrell sitting still and shaking his fist was added to the painting.

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Snapped--!

It was the sound of firewood burning.

Farrell slowly opened his eyes and sighed. He put down his fist, looked at Mo Mo while hesitating, frowned and said, "Why don't you make a move while I am distracted?"

"You and I have no grievances, why should I take action?"

Mo Mo had finished eating his zongzi. He was lying beside the wooden box with his hands and legs folded, looking at the bright moon in the sky leisurely, "Besides, I'm afraid that you will be fattened by you if you suddenly shoot. Pause... disturbing a tiger to sleep is very dangerous."

"What was it just now?" Farrell thought for a while.

Momo casually said: "Heart-clearing spell, a kind of magic that can make people sleep well...magic. I often use it to myself when I have insomnia, and it works better than sleeping pills. But it's better than drinking. intoxicating."

With that said, Momo took out a small hip flask, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, then threw it to Farrell.

"I did have a good night's sleep." Farrell took the small hip flask, but didn't drink it, just said indifferently: "A hundred years."

Mo Mo was stunned, looked at Farrell in surprise, then smiled and said, "Uncle, you have been well maintained. You have not slept for a hundred years, and you have no dark circles under your eyes."

"This battle, later." Farrell said suddenly.

Mo Mo just chuckled like a wry smile, then stretched out his hand and waved it casually under the night... But for a moment, a golden spell appeared out of the sky, and then slowly drifted to Farley. In front of you.

"It can be used three times." Mo Mo said calmly: "When you can't sleep, just stick it on your head."

Farrell took it, was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "Why help me?"

"A god like us who walks the rivers and lakes, talk about fate." Momo smiled and said: "Knowing acquaintance is fate... just as a good fate."

"Thanks."

The remaining sound curls up.

When Momo looked over, Farrell was gone.

As for when he left, Momo couldn't figure out exactly, "Really a dangerous uncle...Fuck, my wine!"

Apart from the uncle, there was his hip flask.

"It's a loss!"

Mo Mo yelled in pain, and then sighed... shook his head, looked at the moonlight, Mo Mo got up, and then opened the big wooden box.

Inside was a teenager with a jade-like face, who was asleep.

Momo fetched some water from the river, then took out the towel to wet it, and then gently wiped the boy's cheeks, whispering: "Come out to sun in the moonlight, Zhan'er..."

The night is vast.

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The car was driven by himself... At this time, besides Yan Xiaoxi, Mr. Gareth and his knight subordinates, there was only the body of the confirmed White Tiger tribe.

"This gentleman, is also a member of your administration?" Mr. Gareth asked, looking at the youth map at this time.

"He is my brother, the picture is open." Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "But it is not under the Shenzhou Administration Bureau...My brother is a casual person."

"But it's very suitable for this action." Mr. Gareth chuckled lightly. "Your brother can avoid the sight of many people when you make a shot."

Yan Xiaoxi did not speak, but her face was not pretty.

Emperor Quan is one of the leaders of the action team in the administration, but he acts privately under the umbrella of the administration... This can't help but make Yan Xiaoxi have to formally present the situation inside the administration.

The reason why it was proposed to recruit a group of people from various monster races to join the administration every ten years was for inclusiveness. Over the years, many monsters who were willing to be loyal were indeed incorporated, and the results were extraordinary.

But the drawbacks have also been revealed.

Even, what made Yan Xiaoxi sit on a needle blanket like Gongsun Shiyu's appearance... Could it be that this is Xuanyuan Palace's infiltration of Shenzhou Administration Bureau?

He couldn't figure it out, and there was a mist in front of him--especially how many [foreigners] were lurking in the administration besides the imperial power of the White Tiger clan?

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Gareth asked suddenly: "Go back now and clear it up?"

Yan Xiaoxi thought for a while and said, "No, I don't plan to go back yet."

"not going back?"

Yan Xiaoxi nodded and said: "This time I pretend to come out with you, and at the same time, someone replaced me as I am in charge of the things in the city... This is just right, I can pull myself out and look at everything more comprehensively. occur."

"You intend to..." Mr. Gareth seemed to have thought of something.

Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "From now on, I will be your knight servant...Mr. Gareth."

"Is it messed up like this..." Mr. Gareth couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Don't forget, the one named Gongsun Shiyu knows you are easy to pretend."

"It's okay." Yan Xiaoxi said calmly: "True or false, just to confuse the enemy... Whether I change it back, let the other party guess."

At this moment, the young man who was driving in front of Tukai smiled back, blinked his eyes and said, "And me, too, so please!"

"...You're welcome."

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"... It seems that a lot of things happened today?"

When Huoyun Cthulhu returned to the Administration Command Center, the building was clearing the scene after the explosion.

"Master Huo Yun, you are finally back!"

Several agents who stayed at the scene to direct the aftermath work have stepped forward...the backbone, this is the real backbone of the Administration.

"What happened here?" Huo Yun Cthulhu asked with a frown.

The cause and effect are said again.

"The embassy surrounding the knight's mechanism?" Huoyun Cthulhu immediately shook his head: "Let the idiot Yan Xiaoxi withdraw immediately...what is this called? It's a nonsense!"

Everyone was silent...They hadn't even seen a time when Advisor Huo Yun would be so angry.

"Immediately take Yan Xiaoxi back to me!" Huo Yun Cthulhu snorted coldly at this time: "After the person is brought back, just lock it up for me and reflect on it!"

"This...isn't it too heavy? Besides, the summit meeting will begin in more than ten hours. At this time..."

"I am the person in charge of this meeting." Huo Yun Cthulhu said indifferently: "From now on, I will take care of everything. Send me an apology letter to the mission of the knight's organization, and convene all team leaders and above. People at the level come to the conference room, I want to have a meeting. Overtime pay, no!"

"...Know, got it!"

As expected to be the master of Section Chief Yan, he is indeed the same in the matter of not paying overtime!

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For tourists, there are legends of gods and ghosts in the land of Shenzhou for thousands of years.

The local government has also vigorously developed various scenic spots in the capital city using legends as resources.

But if tourists really want to experience the real scenery of the [ghost town], it is rumored that they will have to wait until the evening, and also when they are in bad luck.

Of course, this is just some of the opinions of the tour guides.

Even at night, the capital city is still brightly lit...except for the palaces that are tourist attractions.

The night, the mountains, and the shallow water mist have hidden half of these ancient buildings, and then the awe in people's hearts has hidden the other half, making this place extremely peaceful.

When the moon rises, a stream quietly landed on the stairs of [Guiguo Shrine], and then slowly ascended.

The true dragon of China has just stepped past the gate of [Guiguo Shrine], and the dark mountains suddenly become brighter.

Starting from this, all the red, green and green lights climbed the mountain. On the ancient streets, the wandering souls walked back and forth... They came from different dynasties and histories, but now they are incomparably harmoniously integrated in this Among the mysterious ghost town.

The power of the true dragon is very powerful. She walks in the ghost city. If she does not reduce this power, she is afraid that the ghosts along the way will be directly washed away and vanished.

Just be careful.

Long Xiruo frowned and walked directly towards the main hall of the ghost city...Because of the use of concealing methods, the ghosts who shuttle back and forth can only be regarded as new ghosts in the ghost city, not too many. Concerned.

"Yang Chun Noodles! Delicious Yang Chun Noodles!"

"Bingtang Haw, Sugar Man, Sugar Painting! Draw!"

"Look at it clearly, this is the real broken boulder in the chest! The chest is filled with mountains and rivers, broken life!"

As if back in ancient times.

But there are also guys in trendy clothes and shops with neon lights.

"This is Roland! The latest beautiful man who came out in 3,000 years... Miss, do you want to come in and play? We have all kinds of boys here!"

"When did you even open a duck shop..."

The real dragon from China stood in front of a particularly eye-catching shop.

In the shop window in front of the store, there are two male models with muscular bodies who are just wearing black briefs.

"Miss! Is this the first time? Come in and consume, I will break your bones!"

Looking at the guy wearing a suit in front of him who was embroidered with money patterns and rubbing his hands, the real dragon from China snorted slightly with a look of disdain.

"Don't you like these? We also have a few [faceless ghosts] here, which can provide special services! We can tailor a suitable style for you, as long as you want, no matter what type, you can satisfy, and absolutely Can let you do whatever you want!"

"Defined, customized models?"

The real dragon from China couldn't help swallowing quietly, and suddenly someone's face flashed across his mind... and he stepped subconsciously.

Just stepping away, the true dragon of China turned around instantly with supreme concentration.

Pooh!How can you visit the duck shop with the dignified true dragon of China!

"Bah, poor ghost! No money to come and see!" The man with the money pattern on his suit suddenly cursed twice behind him.

The true dragon of China, hehe, the strength of the true dragon in his body was about to leak out--but at this moment, Long Xiruo's eyes couldn't move away, and the whole person stood in a daze.

"I'm going to... what kind of store can you really customize it?"

The real dragon from China stared at a figure in front of the cabinet of the duck shop at this time... It was the appearance of the person that flashed in her mind.

She opened her mouth, feeling that this was terrible... She subconsciously walked to the front of this figure, stretched out her hand to squeeze the opponent's cheek, and said incredibly, "How did you do it? You can actually read me." thought!?"

"Miss Long, I didn't read your thoughts."

"Heh... he pretends to look alike, he even learns his expression and tone!" The true dragon of Shenzhou suddenly snorted, and then his face changed drastically.

Because she soon discovered one thing... Except for herself, neither the male model nor the manager in front of the duck shop seemed to have seen all this happen.

"You, you, you...really you?!!!"

"Good evening, Miss Long."

The real dragon from China took a breath, and then his scalp became numb, "You...Don't get me wrong, I didn't visit the duck shop..."

"Miss Long did not go in either, just wandering in front of the door... it's okay."

The true dragon of China couldn't help his eyes black.

It's over... my old lady has been innocent for more than two thousand years!