Trafford’s Trading Club

The time has unknowingly shifted to the evening, and since the live broadcast of the afternoon summit meeting was suspended, world public opinion wowed.

The most searched keywords on the web are:

Who is he?

Is the black card real?

The discussion about this matter has overshadowed all the extraordinary organizations that have been shown to the world... and even more, because the relationship between the ninety-nine black cards scattered all over the world, it was also dubbed by the sand sculpture netizens this time: Big Black Card era.

Hello, have you dug the black card today?

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"It's aunt!"

The voice of pear.

Aunt Ren and Lizi of the third-rate magazine left the venue early because of the suspension of the meeting... There were a lot of things happening today. Ren Ziling did not return to the newspaper, but drove home with Lizi.

"Welcome back."

At this time, the maid was wearing a pink apron and holding a wooden shovel in her hand. She was greeted with a smile... Pear had already smelled the aroma of the food coming from the kitchen, and her index finger moved suddenly, holding her own. Fingers look like looking through.

"Is it going well today?" The maid took the handbag to Aunt Ren herself, and asked quietly.

"Don't mention it." Aunt Ren dragged her body and walked a few steps forward at this time, then threw herself directly on the sofa, and said weakly: "You guys also watched the live broadcast, right... Do you think it goes well?"

"I will prepare a towel for you to wipe your face." The maid said softly.

Aunt Ren got up all of a sudden and waved her hand quickly: "No, no! You haven't passed the door yet, just do these things Lizi... Lizi! Wouldn't you get me a towel?"

Lizi was still waiting to eat. Hearing that, she pointed to her face and said, "I don't seem to have been through the door?"

"It's all right, I will marry you tomorrow! Dahonghua Bridge will carry you!" Aunt Ren said with a stare, "You come to my bridal chamber tonight!"

Lizi shuddered suddenly, and ran away to wash the towels in fear.

The lady maid couldn't help but smile, seeming to be amused. Later, she poured a glass of water for Aunt Ren.

Ren Ziling suddenly asked, "Where is Luo Qiu, isn't he in the room?"

The maid said casually: "Some seasonings at home ran out, he went out to buy."

"Oh..." Aunt Ren nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Is there anything special? I can call to get him back earlier."

"In fact, it's not an important thing, it's just..." Ren Ziling shook her head, and immediately sat up a little bit, looking at the maid lady and said: "You also watched the live broadcast in the afternoon, right? The band that appeared at the venue in the afternoon The guy in the mask, I've seen...actually once before."

The maid was slightly surprised, her mouth opened slightly, her expression in place: "Have you seen?"

"Hmm... I have seen it once." Ren Ziling nodded, "It should have happened last year, but I still remember it. At that time, I was head iron, pretending to be a believer, and sneaked into an illegal group for unannounced visits, and was later discovered, almost I can’t get out...that’s the mysterious clown mask that saved me today. I thought it was a martial artist... I didn’t expect to be such a big man!"

With that said, Aunt Ren sat with a pillow and thought while saying: "You were not at the venue at the time. Lizi and I were there at the time, so I was so scared and trembling... so many extraordinary representatives, one by one. The look that I dare not look up is really amazing..."

"How to call someone."

Aunt Ren shook her head, and immediately said with a look of excitement: "In fact, don't say it, it's cool to see these superhuman representatives who are deflated... This is probably the mentality of a small person? I know this. It’s not right, but... I just want to come back a few more times. That’s great! It’s really great!”

"That's it..." The maid smiled slightly at this time: "So you like this, maybe you will have a chance in the future."

"Ha, let me just talk about it! How could it be possible!" Aunt Ren smiled and said: "I am not familiar with others... But to be honest, I always felt like I had seen them somewhere, the man and woman. "

As he said that, Ren Ziling looked at the maid lady subconsciously, and carefully said, "It seems that you and the clown girl next to the clown mask man are very similar in shape... Oh, why can't I remember their voices? What is it like."

"Perhaps I am the clown girl." The maid smiled slightly.

Aunt Ren patted the maid’s face affectionately, “I thought you wouldn’t be kidding! If you are a real clown girl, then I’ll post it! Tomorrow I can punch the Shenzhou Administration Kindergarten and kick the magician. The Association Elementary School Monk!"

"What elementary school monk?" Lizi walked out with a wet towel at this time.

"Say you are a primary school monk!" Aunt Ren rushed over with a grin, scratching Lizi's waist.

They started fighting like this.

No matter what happens outside, it doesn't seem to matter when you return home... This, a place like a haven.

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When it was late, Luo Qiu came back with a small bag, and saw that the maid was not preparing dinner at this time, but simply turned on a night light in the house.

"Ms. Ren and Ms. Lizi are probably too tired. After they came back to wash, they fell asleep."

The maid came forward and said softly.

Boss Luo smiled and said, "Scared them out today, just sleep...tonight, it should be very peaceful."

"Not really." Miss Maid pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Miss Ren looks very happy."

"Happy?" Boss Luo was stunned...sometimes he did not understand Aunt Ren's brain circuits and the small theater in his brain.

"Secret." The maid chuckled lightly.

Boss Luo smiled and immediately said: "Are things ready?"

"Well, it's ready, just put it on the table in the master's room." The maid nodded, "It is an introduction to some interesting sub-worlds I have experienced before."

"I will look back again."

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Song Dynasty Hotel.

Soon after the meeting was temporarily suspended, the Dao Sect Association and his party had returned here smoothly under Song Haoran's arrangement - and Song Haoran also arranged a conference hall.

Compared with the decentralization of the Yaozu Association, the Daomen Association is more efficient in convening—this time, under Song Haoran’s advocacy, many elders from various sects came.

"... This time, a total of 37 hidden seniors chose to cross the catastrophe in order to hit a higher level." In the quiet conference hall, only Song Haoran's voice slowly remembered: "The latest statistics are out. Now, there are a total of thirty-two seniors who were martyred after failing to cross the robbery. They are..."

With the appearance of one by one, the faces of the elders present at the Dao Sect Association became heavier.

When the name of the martyrdom was finished, Song Haoran looked around and said in a slightly low voice: "This time, there were also three seniors who successfully crossed the Tribulation. Although the remaining two failed to cross the Tribulation, they were safe. Things...it's a blessing."

"Three of them have succeeded, which is already a good result." Taoist Hundred Tribulations said slowly at this time: "Before the aura recovers, I am afraid that no one will succeed, otherwise these predecessors will not remain hidden until now... …Everyone, since there are three successful seniors, this is the great joy of our Taoist Association."

"President, even if these three seniors succeed, they are only reaching the same realm as you." A Taoist shook his head at this time: "And the one before you, the president, is that kind of broken. The unbroken fairy road. For so many years, only the original Lai Caisheng borrowed from the common people's catastrophe, and turned the world around before surpassing it. For me, the fairy road... is still difficult."

"Isn't there a black card?" Another Taoist said nonchalantly at this time: "The person who appeared today...maybe there is a way to reopen the fairy road in China. As long as the black card can be found, I will still have a chance! "

The Hundred Tribulation Taoists looked at these people blankly and did not speak.

He just took a look at Song Haoran in the end—about the Dao Sect Association’s reaction to Black Card, in fact, on the way back, he had already had brief discussions with Song Haoran and several other Dao Sect Association representatives.

"Seniors," Song Haoran said at the right time: "Please listen to me."

"Song, tell me."

For this young man who is kind to the various sects and is able to please people, these elders of various sects still look very pleasing to the eye, and are willing to give him a chance to speak.

"The matter about the black cards is of great importance." Song Haoran said sternly: "Now, it can be said that the eyes of the whole world will be concentrated on the ninety-nine black cards. However, these black cards are now scattered all over the world. The big world, seniors, naturally understand... to find these ninety-nine black cards in this world is like finding a needle in a haystack. It is very difficult."

"Xiao Song, listen to what you mean, can it be said that our Dao Sect is going to give up looking for black cards this time?" a dissatisfied voice.

"How could it?" Song Haoran shook his head, "Every black card means a trading opportunity... and this opportunity brings about any wish that can be realized as long as the price is affordable. We cannot guarantee , Whether these wishes of the holder will bring a situation that is unfavorable to our Taoism. I wait for Taoism monks, the upper body Tianxin, can follow suit, can move the boat against the water, but after all, it is directly directed at the original mind. Cultivating the body, the mind, and also cultivate Sex, the monks of our generation can resist the temptation of black cards to sharpen ourselves. We look for black cards to restore peace in the world and prevent Gongsun Shiyu and his ilk from making trouble again. Shenzhou Land. So we must find the black card...find it out and take care of it!"

The elders of the Dao Sect think that this little Song Zhen is a damn individual talent, who can play with friends, speak nicely... and even speak such high-sounding and likable words!

"Yes, we don't need to use the black card, but we definitely can't fall into the hands of Xiao Xiao! The right way to help China, we are in the door, everyone is responsible!"

Song Haoran glanced at the Taoist Hundred Tribulations at this time.

Taoist Hundred Tribulations had already squinted at this time, seeming to be completely laissez-faire.

Song Haoran understood, and took the opportunity to say: "Predecessors, I propose that from now on, Dao Sect should create a team dedicated to collecting black cards... But our opponent must be the major extraordinary organizations in the world, so I hope Those who can be selected into this squad are all true elites of various martial arts."

"Well, if it wasn't for me to get older, I would do it! I think so, I have a closed disciple, who is just suitable, Xiao Song, you can take him well!"

"There is also a poor Dao..."

Tonight's private meeting of the Dao Sect will probably be spent in the finalization of the list... Song Haoran thought.

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Just before night.

Nan Xiaonan was hiding in an alley, watching the commotion on the Internet with her mobile phone.

To be honest, she wants it too.

But compared to what she was going to do, the black card was nothing.

As long as she can find the door corresponding to the key, she can even directly become the owner of the ninety-nine black cards... Oh, it's the employees.

For this test, Nan Xiaonan has already given up... She doesn't even want her image.

why would you said this?

Let's take a look at what this witch of the World Academy School looks like at this time.

I was wearing a particularly earthy, yellowish white short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and black water boots—yes, they were the kind of black waterproof boots worn by fish vendors in the vegetable market.

Not only that, she was wearing a black rubber cheap apron and even yellow rubber gloves, sitting on a slap-high stool...washing dishes!

The dishes that belonged to a small restaurant in this village in the city were washed.

She felt that she could be called Aunt Nan at this time!

After a while, a figure appeared at the entrance of this alley...looked in, and then walked in. It was Mr. Jin from the second-hand appliance shop.

Mr. Jin seemed a little surprised to meet this girl who even bought a second-hand electric fan at this place.

Standing in front of the big red basin with tableware, Mr. Jin frowned and looked at Nan Xiaonan, who was sitting on a stool that was too short. He couldn't help asking: "How are you... Here?"

"It's you?" Nan Xiaonan raised her head in surprise at this time, and then wiped sweat on the clothes on her shoulders, "The owner of the second-hand store! Why are you here?"

"I'll buy something." Mr. Jin said indifferently, and then said again: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Nan Xiaonan shrugged and said, "What else can I do if I work part-time? The [Mansion One] at the end of the street is full of technicians. There is no way, but I can only find a job temporarily to meet the rent and food!"

"..." Mr. Jin was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Are you really planning to apply for a technician?"

"What's the matter with the technician!" Nan Xiaonan frowned at this time: "Who do you look down on? I make money with my own hands, and I don't rely on anyone. You care whether I am a dishwasher or a technician! You are up to you!"

"I didn't mean that." Mr. Jin shook his head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

With that said, Mr. Jin slowly retreated from the alley. Nan Xiaonan rolled his eyes at this time, and then began to wash the dishes and chopsticks in the basin.

But after a while, Mr. Jin suddenly turned back, "It's hot, don't get heatstroke."

Mr. Jin who turned back put down a bottle of mineral water next to Nan Xiaonan.

"Fake." Nan Xiaonan snorted coldly at this time.

Mr. Jin didn't say anything, but left silently... and this time, he really left.