Trafford’s Trading Club

When the magic weapon given by his master shattered, Yun Hui suddenly felt a heartache.

But in his current state, Yun Hui had no time to continue feeling heartbroken, because Zhui Feng in front of him had raised his fist for the second time.

This kind of terrifyingly powerful attack can be launched a second time without saying a word... And it seems that it doesn't even need to move forward?

What kind of monster is this?

However, in fact, there was no more time left for Yun Hui to think, because after Zhui Feng's second punch, Yun Hui had completely lost his consciousness.

This second punch did not directly hit Yun Hui or Lao Lang, it was just a punch from the air. But the vibration and pressure in the air instantly knocked them unconscious.

Zhui Feng breathed out slowly and kept punching, but the shadow behind him dispersed little by little.

"Why did you stop?" 'Mo Xiaofei' asked Zhui Feng curiously.

Zhui Feng scratched his head irritably, "I just don't like this kind of face, but it's not to the point where I have to kill him...Besides, I don't want to bring trouble to everyone anymore. Besides, eldest brother doesn't want to see this either. I kill people."

May you have good luck, and if not, may you learn compassion in the midst of misfortune. May you be loved by many people, if not, may you learn tolerance in loneliness... May you grow up slowly.

When the murderous intention surged up, for some reason, Zhui Feng suddenly heard such a murmuring voice in his heart.

The voice that seemed to contain even his soul instantly wiped away the anger in his heart.

…

"Yeah."

'Mo Xiaofei' nodded and said nothing. I just feel that this little demon who seems to know nothing and is full of wildness has some incredible gentleness.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

'Mo Xiaofei' didn't speak, but it didn't mean he didn't act. At this moment, he leaned over, picked up the box that Yun Hui had taken out at the beginning, and tinkered with it.

"Fingerprint unlock..." 'Mo Xiaofei' frowned, and finally took Yun Hui's palm away and pressed it on a position of the box. After that, the box projected an information interface.

"Brother?" Zhui Feng walked up to him.

'Mo Xiaofei' said calmly: "No matter what, we still need to understand the attitude of the country in this era towards demons and Taoists. However, since these two guys already know the existence of the widow... even though the widow's The identity was not revealed, however..."

'Mo Xiaofei' suddenly glanced at Zhui Feng and saw that Zhui Feng was looking at him doubtfully, so he pondered for a while and said, "Zhui Feng, Qing's family, can you go find some rope?"

"ha?"

…

When Gongsun Shiyu arrived, Lai Caisheng stopped playing the piano and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Gongsun Shiyu glanced at Lai Caisheng's hands. They were white and flawless, like the hands of a newborn baby. They were so beautiful, "Why don't you finish playing the song "White Snow in Spring"?"

Lai Caisheng still put his hands on the strings, looked up at Gongsun Shiyu, smiled slightly and said: "Winter is still here, and the snow has not gone, how can spring come?"

Gongsun Shiyu sat down at this time, fetched Laicaisheng's guqin, placed it in front of him, and continued playing the unfinished piece.

Just when Gongsun Shiyu was about to play the last part, the strings of the guqin suddenly broke, and Gongsun Shiyu's hand stopped here, and he couldn't help but frown.

A broken string is a very unlucky thing for the player.

Lai Caisheng said slowly at this time: "I said, before the snow goes, there will be no spring. Some things cannot be forced."

Gongsun Shiyu chuckled lightly, "As the seventy-second generation of Tianxin in the future, you actually said such words that you can't force yourself to do. Don't you think it's a bit ironic?"

Lai Caisheng started making tea very carefully, while Gongsun Shiyu waited quietly.

The two of them were making tea and drinking tea. Suddenly some light snow drifted outside the pavilion, and Lai Caisheng said, "Help me recycle something."

"Recycle?" Gongsun Shiyu looked at the gray-haired man in surprise.

When it comes to recycling, it means that it was something that originally belonged to Lai Caisheng, and then it was taken away, or it was loaned and it was difficult to return it?

"It's something that needs to be used for the final sacrifice of the conference." Lai Caisheng said slowly: "A Taoist friend originally gave it to me a few days ago, but it was stolen halfway."

"I would like to get to know someone who can steal your things." Gongsun Shiyu smiled at this time.

Lai Caisheng took out a piece of paper and sent it to Gongsun Shiyu, "This is the approximate current location of the other party. It is said to be a white-haired lady. It should be easy to identify."

But Gongsun Shiyu frowned: "The approximate location... This doesn't seem like the answer you gave."

Lai Caisheng shook his head and said: "The area around Mount Tai has been in complete chaos recently. It's like a pool of turbid water. No one can see how many fish are swimming in the pool... For example, aren't you here?"

"Since it is needed for sacrifice, there is nothing we can do." Gongsun Shiyu put the note away, stood up, and left the pavilion in the center of the pool.

Lai Caisheng saw that he had left, rubbed his hands, and then took a breath of heat, "It's so cold..."

…

…

The examination did not take Song Ying and Zhang Qingrui a long time, and they quickly walked out of the hospital called Renai.

There is nothing abnormal about the body, but the most critical blood test report is really not available that day. After all, the medical equipment here is not advanced.

But it was obvious that both of them were a little relieved. At least the doctor who knew how to detect pulse said that the pulse was quite normal.

"eat something?"

Song Ying bought two portions of pancakes and fruit in the alley, and the two of them sat down and ate in a small park not far from the hospital.

Originally, Zhang Qingrui thought she could have dinner when she got home, but now it was somewhat inappropriate to eat. But Song Ying felt that Zhang Qinrui was too conventional, "A girl's afternoon tea is digested in another stomach, what are you afraid of!"

Zhang Qingrui found it unbelievable when she said this...but she didn't eat pancakes and fruits very often.

"I heard from grandpa that there is some cooperation with your Zhang family this time." Song Ying suddenly asked at this moment: "Do you know the specific time?"

Zhang Qingrui thought for a moment and said, "According to my grandmother's wishes, it should start after New Year's Day."

Song Ying chewed and said: "Developing a mausoleum... I always feel that this kind of thing is far away from me."

Zhang Qingrui said curiously: "I have heard that the Song family has received many different commissions. I also heard from my grandmother that the two families have had many cooperations before..."

Song Ying shook her head and said: "I don't care about this aspect. Basically, it is my grandfather or uncle who is in charge. In the past four or five years, the work of exploring and developing ruins has almost been handed over to my uncle's hands. I just manage the internal affairs of the group... What about you? Do you often go to places like that?"

Zhang Qingrui put down her hand and looked at the street outside the park, looking a little uneasy, "No, this is the first time."

Song Ying looked at Zhang Qingrui in surprise.

I only heard her whispering at this time: "My grandmother said that this can be regarded as the Li family's family business. Now I am the only descendant of the two families. Even if I am not in charge of this in the future, as a descendant of the Li family, At least you have to have relevant experience. I heard from my grandmother that my ancestors had a great obsession with developing the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum... Well, it was probably a dream in a similar industry, right? And the reason why I agreed to cooperate with the island country this time Cooperation is largely due to this reason. After all, the opportunity is rare."

Song Ying asked curiously: "But after all, it is your country's own heritage site. Is it really okay to cooperate with foreigners to develop it?"

Zhang Qingrui said helplessly: "There is no way around this, right? The other party has a map to enter. Even if we refuse to cooperate, the other party can still find other houses. As long as the imperial mausoleum is developed, it will be damaged... Rather than letting others come, it is better to do it ourselves. At least we will consciously choose to protect it as much as possible."

I have heard some rumors about whether this family returns some precious cultural relics to the country in different ways.

"It's not easy for you either." Song Ying sighed at this time.

He also had to take care of almost half of the group by himself... As for Zhang Qingrui, he had to take care of two aristocratic families by himself... He also lost his parents when he was young.

Suddenly there was a feeling of familiarity.

"I'm talking about Zhang Qingrui, how about..." Song Ying subconsciously wanted to say something.

"That person is..." But Zhang Qingrui said something at almost the same time. She was still looking at the street outside the park.

"That person?" Song Ying looked suspiciously at the position Zhang Qingrui mentioned.

What she saw was the back of a tall woman in casual clothes... Her long blond hair and the way she walked reminded Song Ying of the etiquette teacher at an aristocratic girls' school she had attended when she was young. .

"What a perfect back... What's wrong with this person?" Song Ying asked curiously. Zhang Qinrui seemed to be distracted at the moment.

"She..." Zhang Qingrui opened her mouth, looking at Song Ying as if she was unsure, "She seems to be Luo Qiu's girlfriend."

"Oh..." Song Ying nodded, then blinked, and then stood up suddenly, "What did you say!!"

"Don't get excited yet." Zhang Qingrui shrank his neck at this time, "I only met him once before, maybe I made a mistake..."

Although this is said, how can such a perfect person simply forget or misrecognize him after meeting him once?

At this time, Song Ying directly grabbed Zhang Qingrui's palm and pulled him up.

"Wait, what to do?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course I'll catch up and have a look!" Song Ying said matter-of-factly: "Let's see who he is! Inquiring about the enemy's situation... Bah! Bah! After all, I am also a member of the Song family, so I want it no matter what. Please find out the background of the woman who will marry into the Song family in the future! I will not let any shady woman in!"

What a far-fetched reason...

But...it seems that even I want to go and see it.

So the two figures quietly rushed out of the park, then looked around, and finally saw the back of the long blond hair again.

sneaking.

…

Onions, leeks, dough.

The aunt in the store packed the goods very enthusiastically and delivered them to a blond woman in front of the counter. Although it is a small place, there is no shortage of foreigners to see here because it is also a national tourist area. Opportunity.

Of course, such beautiful foreigners can usually only be seen in movies and posters.

"thank you very much."

"You're too polite!" The aunt laughed quickly. The other person's politeness was really pleasing to her as a woman, and... this girl's Mandarin is very standard. Did she grow up in China?

"Are you planning to make dumplings?" Auntie started to enter the gossip mode. After all, she rarely had the opportunity to talk to foreigners, and for such a beautiful woman, she could boast about this conversation for three days.

"Well, I'm going to give it a try."

"Have you never done this before?" Auntie asked curiously.

The blond woman smiled slightly and said: "I know how to do it, but I don't do it very much. If I do it officially, it should be the first time."

The aunt suddenly narrowed her eyes, showed an ambiguous smile and said: "Is it made for my boyfriend?"

The blond girl smiled lightly and said, "Why do you say that?"

The aunt said shrewdly: "Because of the portion. If it is made for family members, the portion is too small... This is only enough for one or two people, a young couple?"

When the blond girl faced this question, she just smiled slightly, nodded gracefully, and then left the aunt's eyes.

The aunt didn't blink until the blond woman left, and then looked around in confusion, "Where is the person...when did he leave?"

Even so, my aunt soon saw two beautiful women walking past in a hurry... But, these two women looked a bit sneaky, didn't they?

…

"Where are the people?"

Song Ying's eyes widened. She had never learned the skills of stalking people, but she had always learned something through her eyes and ears. But unfortunately, she followed and obviously lost the person.

"They should be walking this way, but they really can't be seen." Zhang Qingrui shook his head.

Although they said they were following him, in fact, neither of them took the initiative to ask anything. They just followed behind for a short distance.

"I don't believe it." Song Ying frowned.

Just when he turned around, his body suddenly stepped on something, his feet slipped, and then he lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.

Song Ying groaned in pain as her buttocks sat hard on the hard ground...it turned out to be ice cubes condensed from the snow on the roadside that had not yet melted.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Qingrui quickly helped the person up.

"What do you think..." Song Ying frowned, feeling that her buttocks were in excruciating pain, and walking seemed to be a bit of a problem.

"Otherwise, we should go back first." Zhang Qingrui could only say at this time: "Maybe I just saw it wrong... Besides, if it is true, it is impossible for Luo Qiu to do nothing?"

"Help me..." Song Ying sighed, "Also, you will drive later..."

Zhang Qingrui couldn't help laughing, but she supported Song Ying and walked towards the parking place step by step.

At this time, on the rooftop of a nearby seven-story house, a pair of dark blue eyes watched the two people leave, and the cold wind picked up her hair.

She stroked her hand and said, "Are these two women a little bit in the way..."