Trafford’s Trading Club

After dinner, Nero quietly slipped out of the manor. Of course, she didn't think that her actions were secret and no one knew... How could the boss and the maid not know?

She actually has relative freedom... Sometimes Nero will also think that maybe this relative freedom is far looser than he imagined.

At least, so far, the one who is the master has not specifically asked her what she needs to do or what she should do... He has not even asked her to fulfill her obligations as the Black Soul Messenger.

Therefore, Nero felt that even a black soul messenger could actually live like a salted fish.

"No rest?"

Just after leaving the manor, Nero met Dazhe who was wielding a sword in the small forest outside the manor. Dazhe took the initiative to say hello.

"The Dark Soul Messenger doesn't seem to need a rest, right?" Nero asked, leaning against the tree trunk.

Dazhe weighed the Zhanlu Sword in his hand and suddenly said: "Do you want to exercise?"

Nero waved his hand with a look of disgust, "I like to torture people, but I don't like to be tortured."

This is very real. Dazhe smiled. In fact, before the boss and Miss Youye arrived, it was Nero who pestered him to fight every day.

Nero suddenly flew up and planned to leave from here. Dazhe asked curiously: "Where are we going?"

"What a cruel person!" Nero looked back and smiled, "Dazhe Oppa, thank you for helping me in front of Grandma Youye this afternoon. I'll give you a blowing kiss."

A black mist spit out from Nero's mouth, transformed into the shape of a small heart, slowly floated in front of Dazhe, and then suddenly spread out into a black love.

"Mommy..."

Dazhe shook his head, and then continued to swing his sword as if to live his life.

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After the restaurant closed, Mr. Smith didn't return home until almost ten o'clock in the evening. In the afternoon, Mrs. Alula called and said that Joe had returned home... Although Mr. Smith didn't know when Joe slipped away from under his nose.

He actually still felt that Joe, who was only five years old, was a little too naughty... even though he was in such a small town.

He wanted to have a good conversation with Joe, but found that Joe was already asleep, so he had to give up... He was chatting in the hall with his mother, Mrs. Elura, and his wife, Debra.

Mrs. Elura said she felt much better today, as if she was ten years younger. Mr. Smith thought it might be because of his mood.

At this time, his wife Debra was nestled in Mr. Smith's arms. Mr. Smith gently stroked his wife's bulging belly. The family occasionally talked about unimportant but contented things.

Unknowingly, Mrs. Elura, who was knitting towels, seemed to be sleepy, so she fell asleep. The same happened to Mr. Smith, who had been working all day.

The kitchen was boiling water. Of course, the water hadn't boiled yet, but the wind in the middle of the night was blowing the curtains... The swinging curtains seemed to hit the flames on the stove at any time.

It even passed by the bright fire several times... maybe it was actually waiting to be burned, so the wind seemed to be slightly stronger again, blowing it faster this time.

It probably won't pass by me this time. It will definitely hit the fire. When it is raised, it is as if there is an invisible hand holding it.

Click!

But the fire suddenly turned off because Debra turned off the gas valve... It is said that pregnant women are more sleepy, but she didn't know when she woke up.

Debra's movements seemed a bit slow. After all, it is always inconvenient for pregnant women who are about to give birth... She held her belly with one hand and returned to the living room. She covered Mrs. Alula and her husband Mr. Smith with blankets respectively, and then Then he quietly opened the door to Joe's room and took a look.

She tried her best not to disturb her family, even when pouring water to drink, she tried to be as gentle as possible...but something seemed to be watching Debra from the window, with eyes that would be bright even in the dark night.

As if feeling this gaze, Debra stared out the window into the dark night.

She saw a pair of tubular yellow eyes...the eyes of an owl. On the tree in front of her house, there was an owl standing at the moment, watching motionlessly.

Debra subconsciously hugged her arms, seeming to feel a hint of coolness... She suddenly became distracted and didn't think about anything in particular, nor did she think about anything.

"What are you looking at?"

The figure of her husband, Mr. Smith, came from behind, and at the same time he brought a shawl... While putting the shawl on his wife, Mr. Smith hugged his wife from behind, and then also looked out the window.

"It seems... nothing." Debra found that the owl on the tree seemed to be missing, maybe it had flown away, and her face was pressed against her husband's. "I was just in a daze for a while."

"Go back to your room and rest, it's too late." The husband said softly.

Debra nodded and followed her husband back to the room.

At this time, a small shadow flashed past the window...it seemed to be a black cat.

If Mr. Smith had paid attention, he would have recognized it. This black cat seemed to be the one he had encountered during the day.

The black cat didn't run very far...it soon came to the road.

Here, someone is standing here wearing a black dress. The black cat came to this figure and jumped on it with one strong jump.

Wearing a black dress, it closed its hands and held the black cat in its arms. At this time, it took out the pocket watch from the dress, opened it, and looked at the time.

Then he put away his pocket watch and slowly walked towards the door of Mr. Smith's house. Just when he was about to reach out and touch the door of the house, it suddenly stopped.

I saw a black light suddenly shooting out from the ground like lightning, hitting it in the middle. But at the moment when the black lightning hit it, its body and the black cat also turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared. Gone.

The black lightning circled in the sky above Mr. Smith's house and then slowly fell down. It turned into the shape of a Yama's knife and inserted diagonally into the soil.

A few seconds later, a white hand pulled the Yama knife from the ground, and casually threw it on his shoulder... Nero looked at the door of Mr. Smith's house in front of him, and whispered in a low voice: "You run really fast. …”

She yawned, then jumped onto the roof of Mr. Smith's house, lay down directly, looked at the dim moonlight, closed her eyes, and seemed to fall asleep.

It wasn't until dawn that she buried the Yama Demon Knife in Mr. Smith's home again, and then slowly flew back towards the manor as if she hadn't woken up.

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"Where's the boss?"

When Nero returned to the manor, he saw that there was still breakfast on the table, so he picked it up and ate it without saying a word.

"The boss and Miss Youye have gone to school." Dazhe, who was reading the newspaper, said casually: "I really want to talk about the enrollment process."

Nero blinked, looking thoughtful, "Yes, the boss seems to have come here to go to school... Is school fun?"

"Have you never gone to school?" Dazhe asked subconsciously.

Nero shrugged and said, "Having attended a training class with an instructor, doesn't it count?"

Dazhe looked back at Nero and suddenly asked: "Where did you go last night?"

Nero showed a bright smile and said: "Catching mice is very fun~"

"Really?" Dazhe nodded, obviously not paying much attention... He folded the newspaper in his hand, and then planned to take care of the back garden, "By the way, the one who finished eating last will be responsible for cleaning. bowl……"

Before he could say this, Nero was so far away that his shadow could no longer be seen.

Dazhe didn't care and just insisted on finishing his words, "...This is what the boss said, the last person to eat should be responsible for washing the dishes."

Nero, who had disappeared, appeared from the wall with a sad look on his face, and ran back to wash the dishes dejectedly.

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After the flash, they appeared in a snowy peak. One step forward and they could officially enter the territory of China. It was really just one step forward.

So Long Xiruo took a step forward without any hesitation. In just an instant, an incredible amount of power began to flow into the body of the Shenzhou True Dragon.

"It's better to go home and feel comfortable." Long Xiruo stretched, feeling that even if he had to fight the scheming maid for another 300 rounds, he would not be afraid at all!

"Hey! It turns out there are [coordinates] here too!" Luo Pian Ting looked around, and then asked curiously: "Sister Long, why did we go so far to the [Inhuman Realm] last time?"

"This should be the [coordinates] that Huiyao made temporarily." Long Xiruo thought for a while and said: "There is no way I don't know that there is something like this in front of my house... That guy probably just said that on purpose. It's been idle for a long time, I'm just lying to you."

The little butterfly demon who had already learned the lesson nodded obediently.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. We have been out for several days." Long Xiruo said quickly at this time: "Go back to the hospital quickly. There should be a lot of sick cases accumulated."

Xiaodie Yao nodded and said: "Yeah! Some of the old men should have almost finished their medicine and need to replenish it... Hey! Sister Long, there seems to be the smell of snow lotus over there, let me go and take a look!"

It's not that he hasn't learned anything, he's just doing odd jobs in the pet hospital. In daily life, Xiaodie Demon will also take the initiative to learn some pharmacological knowledge and the learning speed is very fast.

Long Xiruo did not skimp on this knowledge, but he did impart a lot of it. Seeing the little butterfly demon spread its colorful butterfly wings and flew to a nearby snow peak, the real dragon in China was not in a hurry.

This is already China, so her heart will naturally be bigger... At this time, the real dragon of China suddenly took out the music box obtained from the castle.

She tried her best to open it when she was at the castle...she seemed to be planning to try again.

So, the real dragon of China took a deep breath, then grabbed the music box with both hands... and activated his power. Her control of power has reached its peak, and there is no leakage, and there is no so-called full-strength attack that will cause the earth to shake.

It's just that she is even blushing at this moment, and she still can't pry the music box at all. She is already in China, and the power of the real dragon is endless!

"What the hell is this crap..." Shenzhou Zhenlong, who gave up again, slowly exhaled and sat down on the spot, holding his chin.

How about clearing the debt, and then using the ability of the intelligence channel to ask what the origin of this thing is?

But this idea was quickly rejected by Long Xiruo. If he said that no matter what he asked through the intelligence channel, that guy wouldn't know it. If he said that the real dragon in China wouldn't even believe him, okay?

She always felt that something happened to her when she got this music box, and she just had an intuition that she couldn't let Luo Qiu, who represented the store, know about this, at least, not yet.

But strangely enough, she had returned to China at this time, but she didn't seem to have any intention of being pressed for debt... Luo Qiu said that there was no rush and that she could settle the accounts after she returned to China.

But now that he has come back, there is no warning... The real dragon in China couldn't help but muttered: "Damn guy, you still have some conscience..."

As soon as she said this, something suddenly fell from the top of the Shenzhou True Dragon's head and landed directly in the snow in front of her.

It's a syringe as thick as an arm.

The real dragon from China was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly, stepped hard on the syringe on the snow, and said angrily: "Scumbag!! Hot chicken!! Go to hell!!! "

A syringe cannot be trampled to pieces. It can never be trampled to pieces. Even if it is trampled to pieces, it will still recover automatically... After getting this answer, the Divine Dragon felt even more uncomfortable.

"I won't take any more! Come and take my blood yourself if you can!" The real dragon from China snorted: "I'm going to default on my debt now, so bite me!"

The syringe just lay quietly in the snow.

Long Xiruo picked it up and threw it hard into the snowy peaks of the mountains. Soon after, the syringe would return automatically. She had no choice but to let the thing drop.

Right now.

"Is this a ghost place? Why is the magic element content so low..."

Not far away, I saw the golden dragon Fafnir standing up staggeringly, and then rubbing his head. Not only his head, it always felt as if someone had dismantled its bones. The pain in his whole body was no less than that of a war. One game.

Finally, Fafnir, who was looking around, saw the Divine Dragon standing more than ten meters away, staring at him.

Fafnir shuddered subconsciously. Although he hadn't figured out what the situation was now, he didn't know why the eyes of the dead old woman in front of him always gave him an indescribable sense of danger.

Long Xiruo suddenly walked towards Fafnir at this time.

"What...what do you want to do?!" Fafnir backed away nervously... Mainly because the appearance of the Chinese dragon holding a large needle in his hand was too scary.

"Oh, it's nothing." Shenzhou's True Dragon said expressionlessly at this time: "I think you seem to be uncomfortable somewhere, so I plan to draw some blood from you for a test... Don't worry, I won't draw too much. Yes, just get a hundred liters or so."

"No... don't come here!! Ah!!!"