Trafford’s Trading Club

"...Tianxin old ghost, how much success is left in your calculations?" The true dragon of Shenzhou suddenly asked with a knock.

Tianxin of the seventies said indifferently: "It's not as good as one or two of the eleventh when Tianxin and Tianyan were still there."

"Then you still figured out the difficulties of the ghost town?" Long Xiruo frowned.

Seventy generation Tianxin said: "It's just a matter of speaking straight from the hexagram, and there is no way of knowing what kind of disaster. This ghost town can be safe and sound, after all, it is the cautious character of the city lord Xiao that played a greater role... if the city lord Xiao is not appropriate One thing, the result may have been different."

The true dragon of Shenzhou pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Do you know why I came to see you?"

The seventieth generation Tianxin smiled and said: "It will never come because of reminiscence. People in the world look for old men, nothing more than just things... There is a lottery here, if Lord Long Jun thinks it clearly, he will shake it out. bring it on."

With a wave of Tianxin in the seventies, a wooden tube filled with signatures appeared on the stone table of the pavilion. "It's not necessarily accurate. You should be a reference. Lord Long Jun doesn't need to worry."

She looked at the swatches in front of her and stretched out her hand after a while... But when she was about to grab the swatches, she suddenly closed her hand: "Forget it, I don't want to hurt you."

Tianxin in the seventies smiled and said, "They all say that they will leak the secrets and not die well. Old man, I have no good endings. I turned into a wandering ghost and lingered. I will only be like this in the future. It will not be worse... That's it. The Commoner Road is gone, and it's useless for me to stay."

The true dragon of Shenzhou frowned, "Your disciple Qing Xiazi is not still wandering outside."

Seventy generation Tianxin said: "After the Taishan incident, Qingxiazi has nothing to do with Bu Yidao. Even though Tianxin Tian's eyes are on Qingxiazi's body, it has nothing to do with the old man... Bu Yidao's mission has ended, the princess of Xuanyuan Palace. Your Highness has already spoken that there should be no more Common Way in this world. If this is the case, let Common Way in the hands of the old man, ushering in a real end."

"You..." The true dragon from China was startled.

"Let my old man take the last word for Lord Longjun."

With that said, Tian Xin waved his hand, and the signature on the lotus was shot out instantly. They lined up one by one, instantly entwining Long Xiruo.

"Keep this hexagram!" Long Xiruo frowned and swept away these signatures with a clap of hands.

Unexpectedly, the seventieth generation Tianxin's eyes suddenly showed a sharp light, and he reached out and grabbed one from the scattered signatures, and said loudly, "Thank you, Lord Longjun for giving the signature!"

"Tianxin old ghost, you!!" Long Xiruo was shocked instantly.

"Please listen to the signature!" At this time, Tianxin in the seventies held up the signature with both hands, held it high above her head, and said loudly: "Sixty-nine lottery, winning! Score twice!"

"Don't read it!" The real dragon of China was instantly brilliant.

However, this powerful golden light has not been released yet, and Tianxin of the seventieth generation has instantly collapsed, and only his voice remains.

"The poem said: There are always plums on the mountain in winter, and the leaves will wither. But the sun is rushing, and I still return me as the oiran... When the spring comes, the color will be in it. The plum blossoms twice, Master Long, remember, Remember! Old man...go!"

Suddenly, the small bamboo forest of Ten Thousand Ghost Tower instantly turned into a thick white mist.

After the power of the true dragon completely dissipated the white mist, there was chaos and darkness in front of him, and Long Xiruo slowly sighed, only to see a sign on her head slowly falling, and finally fell into her hands.

"Why is this."

She smiled bitterly.

Although the matter with Taishan passed, Qingxiazi was burdened with the sins that Lai Caisheng had committed after leaving... but Tianxin in the seventies finally chose to stop this sect's fault again.

"Decades ago, you were also the survival of Qingxiazi in exchange for your own death, and now the soul is destroyed, and so is it!" The true dragon of China bitterly scolded: "Qingxiazi is your bastard! Old man! ghost!"

Amidst the emptiness and chaos, there was no response... The Tianxin of the seventies, after the last hexagram, had definitely vanished in front of her.

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A golden light flashed in the discussion hall of the Ghost City City Lord's Mansion, and the true dragon of China appeared in front of Xiao Shengmo and others again.

The changes in the Ten Thousand Ghost Towers naturally cannot escape the sound of Xiaosheng...The ghost town lord has a deep face at this time, and tentatively asks: "Lord Long, Mr. Tianxin..."

"From now on, there will be no more Bu Yi Dao in this world." Long Xiruo said blankly: "Qing Xia Zi is no longer a descendant of Bu Yi Dao. He has nothing to do with Bu Yi Dao... if Qing Xia Zi If you do anything to endanger China, let's kill it."

"This..." Taoist Hundred Tribulations frowned...then he was silent.

This seems to be the most severe treatment. If you commit a crime again, you will be killed-another crime... In other words, has the Taishan incident been exposed?

"Tomorrow, the extraordinary meeting will be held." The true dragon of Shenzhou said calmly: "It's nothing, you can attend on time. Xiao Shengmo, you can go or not...it's not early, I won't stay in the ghost town. ."

With that, the true dragon of China turned into a stream of light, and the night sky flew away like a meteor, and disappeared in an instant.

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"City Lord Xiao...What happened in the Ten Thousand Ghost Tower?" Taoist Hundred Tribulations said in silence.

Xiao Sheng smiled silently: "I respect Mr. Tianxin very much. I promised Mr. Tianxin that I will never spy on him in the Tower of Thousand Ghosts... Master, forgive me for not being able to answer your questions."

"...Never mind." Daoist Hundred Tribulations shook his head and thought for a while: "Anyway, since it is Lord Longjun's order, I will naturally warn and restrain the people in Dao Sect as much as possible... As for the monster race, I'm afraid There is nothing I can do."

The ghost town is actually part of the Yaozu Association... However, because of the special nature of the ghost town, the ghost town of the disaster of Mount Tai has not been affected at all.

Strictly speaking, the ghost city not only has no enmity with Bu Yi Dao, but even because of the relationship between the seventies Tianxin's guidance of the Feng Shui layout of the ghost city, it also benefits from Bu Yi Dao.

"Naturally, the ghost race will not embarrass Mr. Tianxin's last disciple."

"So, I'll be one step ahead." Taoist Hundred Tribulations said, "Tomorrow's meeting, can City Master Xiao be willing to attend?"

Xiao Sheng silently waved his hand and said: "This is a matter of the human world. The underworld of this three-inch land, regardless of the sun, the Taoist leader walks slowly. Regarding the attack on the ghost gate this time, the city lord will find out. , Chief Taoist please handle the meeting first, don’t worry."

"I'll wait!"

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Streaming thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles away, above the night sky of the land of China, the real dragon of China stopped alone on the clouds to blow the stars.

Slightly cool.

"Twice a brace, twice a brace...what does it mean to break the lottery? Do...do it twice?" The true dragon of China was muttered at this moment: "Well, you make it clear...Tianxin old ghost! "

Pooh!Sign broken!

fall!

The true dragon of Shenzhou shook his head, remembering the ray of sword energy in Jiuzhou Xuanyuan before he went out, so he planned to make a trip to Xuanyuan Palace before going home to ask questions about Gongsun Shiyu.

Before leaving, the true dragon from China swooped and picked up the sign that had fallen out before turning around the circle, turning it into a light, and throwing it in the direction of the East China Sea on the land of China.

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"Sir, did something happen?"

In the endless desert, in the dusty team camp, a white-haired man with closed eyes in a cloth, suddenly turned his face to the side of the sky.

The white-haired man with his eyes closed suddenly stood up.

When they saw his eyes that had never been opened, two rows of tears were shed.

Then the man knelt directly to the east, knelt on the earth, and knelt his head heavily.

The people in the camp looked at this gentleman in surprise... They regarded this gentleman as a god, because he could always tell the prophet.

"Tonight, we won't hurry for the time being." The man straightened out at this time, "I want to watch the night."

They don't know why this man of God should watch the night, why he watched the night... But since the man of God said so, they did so.

This gentleman, there is always nothing wrong.

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Because of the curfew in the city, there are already a lot fewer pedestrians on the street at sunset.

On the slightly deserted streets, Mr. Jin walked blindly through the old streets.

Along the way, Mr. Jin beaten up a few more chubby spirit guys who gathered to worship the transcendent, dressed like a demon but also sprinkled cement and danced on the ground... but that was the case, and there was no special feeling.

He feels.

It's almost time to go back... Mr. Jin thought to himself.

But before going out, I promised Beibei to buy ice cream pudding and go back... Lucky, there is a shop in need on the way back.

Mr. Jin also bought enough food for everyone for several days.

When passing by an alley, Mr. Jin subconsciously walked in—perhaps, intending to beat the spirit guys again before going back.

What disappointed Mr. Jin was that in the embarrassing time when the curfew was approaching, the young man was obviously not energetic.In the empty alley, there was only a dog lying weakly in the corner.

The Chinese Pastoral Dog is right.

Mr. Jin walked to this idyllic dog...The idyllic dog didn't even look at him, just lying on his stomach listlessly.

"Where is your master." Mr. Jin knelt down.

He saw the rope on the neck of the garden dog, which meant that the garden dog should be raised by someone... However, the garden dog still ignored Mr. Jin's question.

"Are you waiting for your master?" Mr. Jin showed a slight smile.

This seems his first smile since going out... Mr. Jin even took a piece of bread out of the shopping bag, opened it and placed it in front of the garden dog.

"Are you abandoned?" Mr. Jin asked suddenly.

But I saw that the garden dog was still weak at this time...slowly got up, and then staggered into the depths of the alley-not eating.

"Very spiritual, shouldn't it be a monster," Mr. Jin said suddenly.

The pastoral dog didn't seem to have heard it, and found a more hidden place in the depths of the alley, and curled up...like a lonely and autistic patient.

Mr. Jin frowned, but when he was about to do something, his eyes suddenly condensed.

Mr. Jin stood up instantly.

Outside the alley, I don't know when an extra figure appeared... as if to see him, this figure looked in so quietly.

Mr. Jin slowly got up, walked to the exit of the alley, and met with the other party, "It shouldn't be the appointed time...what are you looking for?"

While speaking, Mr. Jin also looked at the figure in front of him.There was a face that seemed to never smile...For Mr. Jin, the other party was even very young.

Also, one of the young men's palms was broken, and he was carrying a silver artificial hand.

Gongsun Zhishui.

This is one thing that Mr. Jin knows best about this young man-his youth's name. Besides, everything about the other party is like a cloud of mist to Mr. Jin.

"I'll look at you and bring you something by the way."

With that said, youth... Gongsun Zhishui threw a small bottle directly to Mr. Jin.

He took it, holding the small bottle in his palm, and shook it lightly for a few times...The sound of the pills in the bottle hitting the bottle meant that there were not many pills.

Mr. Jin was silent for a moment before he said calmly: "I still have it."

"Not enough for you." Gongsun Zhishui said calmly: "According to the amount you should have taken...and the extra amount you took yourself."

Mr. Jin did not speak, but silently put the bottle away before he said calmly, "What else is going on."

"Nothing." Gongsun Zhishui said calmly, and then nodded, "Good night."

He turned away.

Mr. Jin just watched the mysterious Gongsun Zhishui disappear into the deserted street—as if the mysterious youth suddenly appeared in front of him that day.

——Do you want revenge...for the extraordinary who took everything from you.

miss you.

He didn't hesitate then...nor now.

Mr. Jin took a deep breath, his forehead seemed to start to ache again... He seemed to remember something, suddenly looked into the depths of the alley, and then walked in again.

When he came to the listless pastoral dog, he stretched out his hand and picked up the leash of the pastoral dog, "Whether you understand it or not, since you are desperate for this world, then follow me, at least you can still confuse. Eat."

——I am not desperate for this world.

——I just don’t want to meet people.

——Forget it...

The garden dog slowly stood up-now it is just a dog, a dog, a dog.

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After leaving Mr. Luo's home and obtaining a small pill of unknown purpose, it simply took a taxi from the Witch of the World Academy and ran out of the city.

The so-called clue is only a pill that does not know its purpose and its origin... It's time to actively display your subjective initiative and create conditions for yourself!

Let the pills speak for themselves!

It sounds unbelievable, but for the great master of Star Creation, who possesses the Star Creation technique, all things can be concatenated...that can give life, it is just a trivial matter.

"This is simply a sub-question!"

The car stopped where the power could be felt, and Nan Xiaonan ran to an unmanned tree and squatted.

Rubbing his fingers, he skillfully portrayed the star wound technique, giving this pill life.

"Speaking of which... Did I make a kitchen knife in Valli's castle?"

When the life of the pill was being born, Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but think of the last star creation.

then.

"I am a pill! A pill of no emotion! Daqing pill!"

A little life was born.