Trafford’s Trading Club

The ten fingers played in the air is a sound that can only be produced by an entire symphony orchestra.

Wolfgang smiled at this time and closed his eyes, as if all his mind and heart had been immersed in this wonderful movement.

When the sound of the oboe reverberated at the conference, everything in front of us changed astonishingly.

Like dreams and illusions, what is intertwined between reality and illusion is a huge, luxurious, bright and crowded palace banquet hall.

The huge performance stage has completely become the dance floor of the banquet.

They...the extraordinary in the stands, at this time, they walked directly into the palace a few centuries ago.

Wearing luxurious costumes, they have lost their direction in the shuttle of the crowd.

Wolfgang was never seen again, only the majestic [C major, Symphony No.41] played in this huge and magnificent palace banquet.

"What is this..."

The stand-no, there is no stand anymore. This is the edge of the banquet dance floor. People come and go, but I don't know if it is true or not.

Zhong Luoyue looked down at her palm... looked at her clothes.

A pale yellow Basil skirt.

"Yue, what you look like..." The little girl who only heard the vampire was surprised at this time, and then she soon realized that she seemed to be the same, and her face was full of doubts: "Hey, I too...me When did you wear a black skirt?"

This little vampire girl has snow-white hair, and now she puts on a black dress, which looks more like a finely crafted porcelain doll.

"We were in the illusion?" Zhong Luoyue frowned at this moment.

But in this matter, she found that apart from Elizabeth, the Chiyan Pagoda and the Frozen Pagoda were gone... When Zhong Luoyue realized this, her consciousness suddenly became blurred.

She even couldn't stand steady, she subconsciously held her forehead... She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Elizabeth, seeing Elizabeth's anxious expression.

She began to forget who she was.

She began to remember who she was.

She was the daughter of a nobleman, and she was in the age of cardamom, and was invited to the palace banquet...a prominent noble girl born.

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"The atmosphere is good, let's dance."

Boss Luo smiled slightly, and whispered in front of the dressed maid lady.

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Huoyun Cthulhu looked at the wig on his head now.

I heard that in this era, wearing a wig is a status symbol... It's just that men actually wear white stockings, which seems quite fucking.

He pulled the sock on his thigh a little awkwardly, and frowned again: "This kind of texture is completely real... and everything here is also."

As he said, he stretched out his hand and randomly pressed it on a pillar, and then squeezed it with a little force, instantly squeezing the pillar out of gravel.

The gravel was finally crushed into dust in his palm, and the evil god of fire cloud subconsciously looked at the true dragon of Shenzhou beside him.

Long Xiruo was also wearing a silver-white long skirt at this time... It was probably due to the style of the clothing, and his figure was unexpectedly good.

"What is this guy's name?" Long Xiruo touched the skirt on her body at this time, "It seems something is not easy... It is a Taoist method, it is very difficult to achieve this level."

Huoyun Cthulhu was silent.

He is a warrior, and there is a powerful warrior between his hands and feet... But this kind of thing is completely beyond his knowledge-to put it simply, a layman.

The Fire Cloud Cthulhu can push the destructive power to the extreme, but if he wants to create something, it is estimated that he can only pinch some mud.

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"May-I?"

In front of Princess Ramias, I don't know when a handsome young man appeared with a sunny smile and graceful behavior. He seemed to be the brightest star in this Princess's birthday party.

That's right, today is Princess Ramias' first birthday banquet after becoming an adult. It is the largest banquet in the kingdom this year.

Princess Ramias smiled slightly at this time, and slowly stretched out her palm.

The handsome young man knelt in front of the princess on one knee, holding the palm of the princess as if holding an artwork, and lowered his head and kissed the back of the princess's hand.

The movement turned, and the brisk notes began to flow.

The people on the dance floor, men and women, hug everything in a patchwork manner at this time, colorful stars flooding people's heads, as if walking into the world of fairy tales.

People's faces are filled with smiles of happiness and blessing.

In the center of the dance floor, there was a free space. The handsome young man and His Royal Highness, the most beautiful princess of the kingdom, were walking along with everyone's eyes.

Among the matching dance steps, the young man said affectionately: "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, my princess."

"Really." Princess Ramias raised her head, her eyes dim.

"Yes, like an angel." Qing Young said, and then lowered his head, wanting to touch the soft lips of this beautiful princess.

"I'm thinking about one thing." The princess of the kingdom said suddenly.

The youth had to stop, and said in surprise: "What are you thinking about?"

I only heard Princess Ramias earnestly say: "Although I have been single for a long time...but shouldn't I just find a man so casually."

"Oh?" The young man suddenly chuckled.

Princess Ramias... Ramias said blankly at this time: "While I haven't figured out where to beat you, you'd better step back."

The youth chuckled again.

The third movement was played immediately, and the atmosphere of the banquet spurred again.

Ramias snorted directly: "If you want to fight, just fight hard, don't fix the ones...you don't think you can do anything at this level, right?"

"At least the effect is not bad, isn't it?" the young man said casually.

It's just that the movement intensified again, and it was in the fourth movement in an instant... Ramias frowned, her body fighting thoughts erupting like a volcano.

The dance floor of the entire banquet hall began to vibrate wildly.

The young man shook his head gently-but at this moment, a cold voice directly overwhelmed all the sounds of this movement.

"What kind of shit, my mother, I am a native of China, I can't bear this style!" This is the voice of the true dragon of China.

The youth frowned slightly at this time.

"Wrong! Change one!" Shenzhou Zhenlong's voice remembered again.

The entire banquet hall began to shatter in an instant.

At this moment, all the movements stopped like a tape that the owner of the card had.At the same time, different voices began to sound in different corners of this banquet hall.

"That's it? This is so much worse than our Huiyao Pagoda Master's [True Realm]...what kind of rubbish!"

An aura that was as hot as the sun broke through the dome of the banquet hall in an instant.

"Tama, old man Chi Yan, you are pretending to be...what are you pretending to be! There are so many women with big butts here, the priest hasn't touched them enough!"

"Stella, you die to me!!"

The moment he spoke, the banquet hall collapsed even faster.

"There is no problem with the challenge, but it is limited to the martial arts stage...This is beyond the scope of the martial arts stage, foul!"

This was the voice of the evil god Huoyun, and saw a blade of energy burst out of the air, and the originally broken banquet hall was instantly cut into two halves.

"San Wuliang... such a sluggish atmosphere, I really can't stand the old way. Although they are all pink skulls, the old way doesn't read Buddhist scriptures? Hahaha..."

collapse!

"My heart is clear, and the sword heart is bright...broken."

collapse!

"Reaz, where are you looking? Still looking?!"

collapse!

"Senior, the buffet here is good... Emmm, how about Senior?"

The little celestial master of Longhushan held a pot of food at this time, squinted his eyes and enjoyed it. When the broken came, he waved at will, abruptly let the broken bypass him, and continued to eat.

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"Boring." Princess Chuyang continued to meditate.

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"Chasing the wind, optimistic about Zixing... Chasing the wind, wake up!"

"Oh... Brother? Huh, where is this?"

Mo Xiaofei shook his head, and immediately closed his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes again...the surroundings shattered.

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The handsome young man shook his head and sighed, "It seems that no one knows how to appreciate it."

Ramias sneered and waved out in a circle-the entire banquet hall disappeared in an instant like a cloud of smoke.

The performance stage is back.

Wolfgang's ten fingers had stopped.

I saw a lot of extraordinary in the eight grand stands, but still hugged his companions, men, men, women, women, young and old, old men and old men...close.

They woke up in a moment and vomited.

Wolfgang shook his head again, as if it were a pity, and muttered in a low voice: "After all, in the subworld, after all, you can't go too far, or you will be targeted by the administrator."

But at this time, a fist containing majestic fighting thoughts had already appeared in front of Wolfgang.

His expression condensed, and immediately with a flick of his fingers, a scale turned into an invisible shield wall, blocking the fist... However, Dou Nian was too large, the shield wall was instantly broken, and the momentum continued.

Wolfgang showed a surprised look, crossed slightly, and shield walls one after another emerged out of thin air.

But one after another, the fists shattered in the past, damaging them!

Wolfgang frowned deeper. At the moment of shock in his heart, his fist had arrived. He raised his hands in a panic, crossed his arms, and blocked the fist.

It's just that the body was madly pushed horizontally by the force, sweeping the stone slabs of the martial arts platform, moving backwards crazily...Finally, he fell out of the martial arts platform and landed off the court.

Ramias still braved the hot breath in her fist, twisting the air... She retracted her fist, glanced at Wolfgang who had fallen out of the field, and said calmly: "It's not wrong for a man to be versatile, but if his fist is not hard enough, Want to sleep with me, do you think you are the Mr. Clown from the other day?"

Humph*2!

Two humming sounds abruptly sounded in Ramias' ears... She didn't know why they were two, but one of them was impressive.

Ramias' face changed slightly in an instant, "I don't mean anything, just make an analogy... Don't worry."

Seeing that there was no movement, Ramias would secretly relieved...The maid lady probably just casually warned.It's just... Except for the terrifying maid lady, where did the other cold snort come from.

She is also a woman.

The tone of these two cold snorts is clearly exactly the same!

In other words, besides that terrible maid lady, there is another one?

Emmmm...

Ramias suddenly interrupted her guess, she felt that she knew too much...

It's just that she spoke quietly, and no one heard... Seeing that there was really no more text, Ramias sighed slowly, only to find that Wolfgang had disappeared silently at this time.

"This guy……"

Ramias couldn't help frowning, and subconsciously she always felt that this mysterious guy hadn't tried his best at all, as if playing.

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In the passage under the stands, Wolfgang hummed something... He was leaning against the wall at this time, with some manuscript paper and a pencil in his hand.

What he is composing seems to be inspiration.

"Wolfgang."

Abruptly, an indifferent voice sounded in the darkness.

Wolfgang didn't look up but said: "I have the inspiration, don't disturb me... I signaled that you will not come, and now it is useless, I have no time to take care of you."

"We are here with the mission of [Archimedes] Throne..." the voice continued.

"That is your [throne], it has nothing to do with me." Wolfgang said calmly: "What tasks do you have, it has nothing to do with me. It's just that based on the principle of mutual assistance among the detached, you choose when I am in trouble. If sex doesn't come, I can choose not to help you when you are in trouble."

"We were in the Forbidden City at the time!" The voice snorted coldly, "This sub-world is not as simple as imagined!"

Wolfgang didn't seem to have heard it. He raised his head as if thinking about something, and soon lowered his head again and quickly wrote something on the manuscript.

The figure in the darkness quietly disappeared.

Wolfgang stopped writing at this time, looked into the dark place thoughtfully, and muttered: "It seems that one has really been broken, otherwise such an arrogant temper will not find me... …Sure enough, this sub-world has a big problem."

There is indeed a big problem.

From the time he was imprisoned by Mr. Song, and then he met Farrell, and watched one challenge after another, he finally found the problem.

"The peak limit of this sub-world...too high!"

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Taking advantage of no one on the stage to challenge, Ramias directly drew two opponents out, easily won, and left the performance stage with three beads.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer beads scattered in the hands of mid-to-low-grade transcendent groups—the objects that can choose to snatch are naturally declining.

After more than an hour of the challenge, the beads have basically flowed into those powerful and extraordinary groups.

The waves are scouring the sand... From morning to afternoon, for most of the day, now there are only major delegations called gold.

China is still the region with the most beads.

In the future, the division of the transcendental association site and the right to speak has already been able to see some rudiments... The next thing is probably the transcendents who have already obtained the right to speak, if the war of the right to speak is expanded.

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"Master Ramias, do we really only need three beads?"

"Except for me, anyone of you can get one more back, I have no opinion."

"Sorry, we are useless..."

"On the North American continent, you have the right to speak... Anyway, there is only one [Dark Order], isn't it?" Ramias chuckled softly: "It's all right if you have a territory."

"makes sense……"

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"Stella! Come down and die!"

Abruptly, in the conference hall that had been silent for a long time, an angry voice suddenly sounded.

I saw a bridge of flames instantly formed from the stands, extending all the way to the martial arts platform... and the one walking on the long flame bridge was the Chiyan Pagoda master.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the strongest mouth-gunner, Father Stella-in this scene, the Shenzhou Administration has no reason to persuade or pull the two away.

I saw Father Stella snorted directly at this time, took his physics holy sword, and jumped directly into the martial arts stage, "Chi Yan shrinks his head, dare you bet against my wife! You lose! Yes, lose my wife to me!"

"Where the hell are you from my wife!" Chiyan Pagoda master walked down the fire bridge, his eyes erupting with scarlet flames.

Father Stella hummed instantly: "Who said I didn't!"

With that said, Father Stella pulled open his shirt directly, and saw an image of a woman with a sweet smile on the thin shirt underneath!

"Look!" Father Stella pointed to the big picture on his clothes and sneered: "My wife! Ten yuan!"

"Fuck you..."

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In the stands, Sister Lavinia was dizzy.