Trafford’s Trading Club

The thing is like this, in a large area of ​​the suburbs, the major transcendent delegations seem to be quiet all at once-they seem to be looking for something.

But when you ask them what they are looking for, the responses are usually nonsensical reasons.

For example, what lost the small rubber ring, the magical weapon of the game, such as the big dragon stealing his home and having to move his position.

It’s even more because the phone signal is too poor. This icon is a bite of Yali’s branded mobile phone.

What else to say: I'm here to take a photo of fun!

Okay, as long as it doesn't cause any particularly troublesome things, the Shenzhou Administration Bureau that is monitoring outside will simply not go and look for trouble.

This strange phenomenon continued until the evening before gradually disappearing, and the extraordinary delegations seemed to have returned to their original junglers.

It's just such a move, and it will inevitably come together.

A team from Indians ran into a group of black uncle wizards at this time.

But nothing unpleasant happened. The two sides not only greeted each other cordially, but even added friends to each other.

"Hmph, let you niggas be proud of you for a while, don't let me run into it tomorrow, otherwise I will let you kneel and call Dad! The three bottles of [God's Tears] on hand are enough to make me wait for the top! "

"Hmph, let you aboriginals who play with big eagles be proud for a while, don't let me meet tomorrow, or I will let you kneel and call Dad! With these bottles of [Tears of God]..."

With a triumphant smile, the Indian squad and the Uncle Black Wizard Heavenly Group reluctantly said goodbye.

"Come on tomorrow! Friendship is first, competition is second!"

"You too, I am also looking forward to the scenery of your prairie! Come on!"

Hug...Bah!

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"Damn it, I haven't found it everywhere... No, I must find it before tomorrow!"

It seems that there is still a team of Water Messengers, even in the evening, they have been circulating in the temporary residences of the various extraordinary groups in the suburbs. They do not take the initiative to approach, but observe from a distance. The behavior is unusually suspicious, and even caused The hostility of many teams.

Everyone... prepares intensively.

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Boss Luo took a nap. He just woke up when the maid came back after cutting a bunch of leeks, and then he received the receipt notice.

Altar treasures: 8, 8, 2, 0 years.

"So many." Boss Luo glanced at the maid lady who seemed to have nothing happened with some curiosity, "How did you do it."

Even, because they are related to some high-quality life years, after deducting the cost of the upcoming move, there should still be a lot of remaining life years.

"It's almost time for dinner. I have to prepare supper for the master, otherwise it should be able to exceed 10,000." The maid smiled and said, "But it's enough."

Boss Luo couldn't help asking curiously: "This [God’s Tears]... seems to be somewhat similar to the [Tears of Heaven] that used to flow out of the Michael Club?

"It's the full version of [Tears]." The maid said: "The secret medicine formula sold at that time, because of the price issue, some important raw materials were deleted and simplified."

Boss Luo nodded, and then he pondered for a while and said, "[God’s Tears]...Could it be really the tears of the gods?"

"How come." The maid shook her head and said: "Even in the fields of alchemy and occult medicine, the tears of the gods are one of the top materials. A single drop of tears of the gods is more powerful than a bottle of [Tears of God]. Many times. The raw material of these [Tears of God] is mainly the tears of angels."

"Angel's tears?" Boss Luo couldn't help blinking, and said curiously: "Where do you get so many angel tears... You don't seem to consume anything to exchange items."

I only heard the lady maid smile slightly and said, "I collected a little before, probably a few cubic meters."

How many cubic meters...look like?

Boss Luo remembers that Miss Maid’s predecessor was a heavenly holy angel, and even under her hand there is a holy angel army that is responsible for the battle and exploration of the world of the dimensional void... Isn't it?

Emmmm... So, some of the characters of the maid lady are actually her own, not after she became a maid in the shop, she developed it later?

Boss Luo later gave up this deep digging idea, and started preparing dinner with the maid.

Hey, if you all use the power of [God’s Tears] to improve, will the result be the same as if you didn’t use it?

When cutting vegetables, Boss Luo suddenly thought of such a false proposition.

So...Miss Maid has cut her hand for nearly nine thousand years of life. Maybe the end result is still the same?

"You Ye."

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Or, I will transfer this shop to you, and then I will become a waste black soul?"

The maid opened her mouth slightly, showing a stunned look--Looking at the silly look of the maid, Boss Luo gave a chuckle, then scraped her nose and said: "Just kidding."

He has yet to find a way to transfer the shop...it is impossible to make the transfer contract of the previous shop owner.

Boss Luo sometimes even thinks suddenly that this assignment contract may not have been made by the former shopkeeper himself...maybe it was also an agreement...a transaction with someone else.

Of course, it was just a whim.

"It's aunt!!!" It was Lizi's voice... Aunt Ren and Lizi just came back right now.

"Is there anything to eat!" Lizi rushed into the kitchen without saying a word, grabbed a cucumber and snapped it in front of boss Luo.

"You will have something to eat soon. Let's take a break." The maid who raised the spatula smiled at this moment: "I want to challenge Sichuan cuisine today."

"Really!" Lizi's eyes suddenly beamed.

At this time, Aunt Ren suddenly called Boss Luo and said, "Come here, I have something I want to discuss with you."

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balcony.

Aunt Ren opened her mouth at this moment, but she didn't seem to have spoken many times.

"Just tell me something." Boss Luo asked patiently.

Aunt Ren touched him at this moment, grabbed Boss Luo's arm, and said in a tired voice: "I said, ah, you have grown up, have you ever felt lonely?"

Boss Luo directly asked her to talk.

Aunt Ren rolled her eyes suddenly and reached out to pat the boss of Luo's head, but she was still not willing to pat it hard. She just patted it lightly and said angeredly: "When you were a kid, did you ever think about having a brother or sister? Category?"

"No." Boss Luo said directly.

Aunt Ren was startled, she frowned and thought for a while and said: "Then if...I suppose, suppose that when you were a child, your dead ghost father and your biological mother suddenly told you that if they wanted a second child, you would Any thoughts? Just... Will you resist the addition of a younger brother... younger sister or something?"

"Speaking of people." Boss Luo said again.

"Why are you doing this! You don't cooperate at all!"

Aunt Ren looked like her hair at this moment, and then she couldn't hold back Boss Luo's stern gaze.

She felt like she was at the bottom of the food chain in this family, and she squeaked and said: "I, I have an idea recently and want to sponsor a child. It's a little girl, 13 or 4 years old. Very well-behaved and pitiful..."

"Sponsorship?" Boss Luo asked knowingly.

Ren Ziling nodded, then thought for a while and said: "Actually, I thought about it. I am now promoted to be the boss, and my salary has risen a lot. I don’t have to run around in the news like I did before. It’s a lot easier. How about you, Now that I have grown up, I have scholarships for school, so I don’t have to worry about it... So if you sponsor a child, there should be no financial pressure. It just depends on what you think."

Boss Luo didn't answer directly, but looked at Ren Ziling's eyes and thought for a while and said, "You're serious."

Aunt Ren was taken aback, then met boss Luo's sight, and finally nodded slowly.

"I have no opinion."

"I will take care of her, and I will never give you hemp... you agree?!"

Boss Luo smiled and nodded.

Aunt Ren directly wanted to hug Boss Luo and take a mouthful, but Boss Luo covered her mouth with one hand, and said calmly: "Dirty, don't touch me."

"!!!" Aunt Ren was also angry at this time, "I don't care! I want to hug! I must hug today!"

Boss Luo didn't use any strength, so he gave way.

There was a stalemate until the maid called for dinner.

"I will start working out tonight! When I get a six pack abs... I will be omnipotent!"

At the dinner table, Aunt Ren threatened.

Lizi watched as soon as Aunt Ren's stomach was relaxed, small circles appeared, always feeling... so difficult!

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It should be... this place.

Nan Xiaonan finally came to this temple according to the address given by [Red Queen].

Traces of human daily life are too easy to find on the Internet.

[Red Queen] is like the ability to filter useful information from all information. In this way, [Red Queen] may easily be able to judge who he is currently in contact with.

[Red Queen] Maybe I don’t know the ultimate goal of contacting Mr. Jin and others... But under the analysis of big data, I can’t see that I have a plan.

I always felt that I was completely under the surveillance of [Red Queen] along the way.

Whether it's the electronic eye equipment on the street, or just the camera lens of a passerby...At this time, after stepping into this antique temple, which seems to have no traces of modernization, Nan Xiaonan also feels a little safe.

What are you thinking about, don't you still hold your phone now?

"Female donor, may I ask if you want to add incense or take pleasure?"

"...Is it OK to shoot short videos?"

"...Female donor, please do it yourself. Don't get close to the forbidden places."

Nan Xiaonan laughed awkwardly, and immediately picked up the mobile phone from the eyes of Zhike and walked into the temple pretendingly. Although the temple is not big, it is not small. I want to find someone here for a while. It is not easy.

Although this temple is lopsided, it is actually in the forbidden city... She should be in the state of an ordinary person, and naturally the state of an ordinary person, Xing Chuang cannot help her.

But at this time, a location message suddenly appeared on the phone... Almost no need to think about it, Nan Xiaonan knew that this must be the work of [Red Queen].

This guy obviously also hacked into Mr. Jin's electronic equipment at the same time?

Although she knew the location of Mr. Jin, Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but feel a little difficult at this time... She wanted to contact Mr. Jin's team, but it was clear that this action was not in her original plan.

She deliberately moved to live in the village in the city, so that the daily meeting would not appear abrupt... But if you can meet it in such a remote place, the traces are too heavy.

Would such a coincidence make Mr. Jin feel suspicious?

Just as Nan Xiaonan was hesitant, another message was sent on the phone. She lowered her head and looked at her, but her eyes became weird.

Because this time the message sent by the [Red Queen] was written as a token's spiritual card information-there was even the information of the spiritual card on it.

"this is……"

Even at this time, Nan Xiaonan's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number... She thought it was from [Red Queen], but after answering it, she was not well.

"Hello, running around, is it Miss Nan? I bought the ingot candle sesame oil you wanted."

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In front of the hall, an old mage was chanting, while Mr. Jin sat on the futon and closed his eyes.

He has been here for most of the day and has been sitting here all the time.

"Donor, it's the fifth time, do you want to continue." The old mage suddenly stopped and asked.

This generous benefactor came up and added a lot of sesame oil money, but the key is to recite so many rebirth sutras, all lonely souls and wild ghosts have spiraled to heaven, right?

The old mage mainly feels thirsty, but also has back pain and neck pain...

Mr. Jin opened his eyes at this time, and the old mage couldn't help feeling startled... The benefactor's gaze was much heavier than before.

The old mage did not speak at this moment, closed his eyes directly, and slowly read the scripture... but this time it was the Heart Sutra.

Mr. Jin didn't say anything, just stood up silently, and slowly left the quiet hall under the voice of the heart sutra reading.

He looked at the sky and felt that he should indeed leave.

But when passing the mourning hall, Mr. Jin unexpectedly saw someone who shouldn't be here... Nan Xiaonan.

Nan Xiaonan was kneeling before a certain spiritual position, muttering to herself as if to say something, crying and laughing... At the end, Nan Xiaonan stood up slowly with her knees on her knees, her expression sadly silent. Leaving the mourning hall.

It wasn't until Nan Xiaonan left the mourning hall that Mr. Jin stuck his head out of the window... He frowned, and soon turned over and jumped into the mourning hall, before a certain token.

Look up.

"Actually... it's the same day."

Mr. Jin opened his mouth slightly surprised.

He stood in the mourning hall without saying a word for a while, and a little mage managed by the mourning hall walked in with the cleaning tools just now.

"Donor, this temple is going to be closed."

Mr. Jin nodded, and immediately said: "By the way, who is the woman who worshipped here just now?"

"Donor, it is inconvenient for us to disclose the personal information of the pilgrims." The little mage shook his head.

Mr. Jin thought for a while, then pointed to the spiritual card in front of him and said, "This person seems to be a friend of mine...Do you know how he passed away? This spiritual card should have been set up not long ago, and it looks very new. Look like."

"This donor seems to have died in a bizarre car accident." The little mage thought for a while and said: "It seems that the car suddenly lost control and fell into a cliff. His death was very bleak. His girlfriend came over a few months ago. This spiritual card was set up."

With that said, the little mage bowed to Mr. Jin and then began to clean.

Mr. Jin didn't say much, and silently withdrew from the mourning hall... After he walked out of the temple, he saw Nan Xiaonan sitting alone at the bus stop outside the temple, desperate.

Mr. Jin did not walk over, but directly called for an online taxi...to get in and leave, from beginning to end, he did not look at Nan Xiaonan again.

But he suddenly sent a message to Bernard at home: Help me find information about this man. He had just died for a few months in a car accident.

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After a while, the cleaning little mage suddenly put down the broom in his hand, his eyes gradually becoming hollow...

Without saying a word, he walked to the front of the spiritual position, reached out his hand and took off the new spiritual position placed here, then opened the cabinet below and placed an old spiritual position back.

The little mage was expressionless, silently carrying this brand new spiritual card, walked back to his dormitory, and then locked the spiritual position in the drawer.

In fact, the dormitory in the temple is not as unpretentious as expected... At least there is a well-equipped computer in the little mage's room.

He sat in front of the computer and turned on the computer screen.

I saw that the screen suddenly became pure white...On the pure white screen, at this moment, it was flashing crazily with countless patterns at an extremely fast speed.

Geometric shapes, symmetrical shapes, human faces, starry sky...painting...numbers...animals...paper people.

There is no trace of law.

The eyes of the little mage reflected the large number of irregular pictures, and he sat motionless, like a puppet.

Suddenly, the screen went dark and then turned off. The little mage suddenly woke up, his gaze returned to normal... he looked around suspiciously, and finally muttered to himself, "Why did I run back?"