Trafford’s Trading Club

What was broadcast on the TV news was a series of brand-new policies introduced by the Huo Yun government after Huo Yun was promoted... The mayor was speaking.

The live news broadcast has lasted for nearly two hours.

"Still watching."

Di Qinglong came over wiping his wet hair. After practicing all night, he looked refreshed... Thanks to having jumped to the super level, his physical condition had also undergone some changes.

Probably because he looks less old in appearance and more youthful.

Middle stage of sixth stage.

This is a height that Di Qinglong has never imagined.

He didn't know whether it was because he was a late bloomer, or because he had some great luck last night - in short, no one would dislike him for his high cultivation, right?

If he didn't stop to take care of the original blue and white in the middle, would it be more than just the middle of the sixth level?

He actually didn't care about this problem.

At this time, Yuan Qinghua stared blankly at the mayor on the screen who seemed to be giving some advice. She didn't know what she was thinking... She seemed to have ignored the appearance of Di Qinglong.

He didn't intend to disturb her, but just sat down next to her silently, and just glanced at the back of the woman's neck... The degree of alienation seemed to have deepened.

However, his strength has greatly increased. If Yuan Qinghua finally loses control, he should be able to suppress it easily and cause more casualties, right?

——Why do you suddenly have such an idea?

——Humans... after all, it’s hard to let go of this defensive mentality, right?

Di Qinglong was deep in thought when he heard Yuan Qinghua suddenly say: "She looks so confident."

"She?" Di Qinglong was startled, and then suddenly came over, "You mean the mayor?"

Yuan Qinghua nodded slightly.

Di Qinglong waved his hand and said: "This is Huo Yun's strongest woman. She is not confident. I'm afraid there is no confident woman in Huo Yun."

"Do you like her too?"

"How could it be?" Di Qinglong shook his head with a wry smile, "Let's not talk about whether there will be any intersection between the two... As far as I know, the mayor probably doesn't like me anyway. A man’s, right?”

"You are a bad man." Yuan Qinghua said seriously.

At some point, Di Qinglong would even doubt whether Yuan Qinghua had really lost her memory... or was selectively forgetting some things - for example, her feeling was very accurate.

"Yes." He looked into her eyes and nodded: "I am indeed not a good man."

Yuan Qinghua smiled slightly. Under the illusion of an ordinary face, this ordinary face unexpectedly had a glimmer that touched Di Qinglong, "I'm hungry."

Di Qinglong said directly: "Then go out to eat. There is no food at home."

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"Sister Hua, where exactly are you..."

In front of the traffic control light, the roof of the luxury supercar slowly opened... Di Qinglong was going to get some air, but he looked curiously at a young man riding a flying motorcycle who was also waiting for the signal.

He seems to be looking for someone... Di Qinglong thought to himself.

As if he felt the gaze from the supercar, the young man on the flying motorcycle frowned and glanced at Di Qinglong subconsciously... He didn't intend to cause trouble. After nodding lightly, he turned on the signal light. The moment he drove out, he flew out.

"that person……"

"What's wrong?" Di Qinglong looked at Yuan Qinghua curiously, "Do you know him?"

"Not wearing a helmet." Yuan Qinghua said seriously.

Lao Di was stunned. He wanted to laugh but didn't. He just felt relaxed when he was suddenly hit like this.

He relaxed the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator - but suddenly stepped on the brake again.

In front of the road, like a mirage, there stood a handsome monk wearing white cassocks, with his hands clasped together - the handsome bald Master San Burial.

His lips parted slightly and his eyes were compassionate, as if he was saying something.

——[Wu Neng]

The man in the car leaned forward.

"What happened?" Yuan Qinghua seemed to be a little frightened.

"There is a guy..." Di Qinglong looked ahead again, but saw no one on the road, "It's nothing."

——What happened?

——What does a monk do...

——[Wuneng]......

Di Qinglong took a deep breath and started the car again... speeding up the car and making a stunning run. After all, it was a supercar given by a rich woman.

——If that bald monk appears again, just bump into him like this, right?

he thought.

But no monk appeared along the way. Di Qinglong felt a little calmer, but he accidentally glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the strange bald head sitting on the roof of the speed car behind him.

"Hold steady."

Di Qinglong whispered in an instant.

Before Yuan Qinghua could react, the supercar had already let out a huge roar, jumped directly into the sky... In the rearview mirror, no chasing vehicles could be seen.

"If you're in trouble, go back."

"If even taking you to a meal is just a nuisance, then I shouldn't be here."

When we looked at each other, the clouds were gathering and dispersing.

"I'm...a little cold."

Di Qinglong silently closed the hood of the flying car... and the speed slowed down.

——[Wuneng]......

——This feeling again.

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In fact, the restaurant he often frequented was not open today... Di Qinglong stopped in front of the restaurant rather irritably.

"It seems that because of Huo Yun's promotion, there is a high probability that the entire city will not be able to wake up in the past few days."

The originally lively streets seemed particularly deserted at this time.

Yuan Qinghua looked at him calmly, waiting for him to make up his mind.

"Go to my store." Di Qinglong said abruptly.

"shop?"

"It's the habit of cooking in the store." Di Qinglong smiled and said: "The employees also need to eat, right? Anyway, they probably haven't come to work at this time."

"good."

——[Wu Neng...]

——……

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——[Wu Neng...]

It kept lingering in my ears, and gradually became clearer, as if it was like an annoying fly, and I wanted to take out its intestines, tie it into a knot, and stuff it back in order to make people feel a little more happy.

This made Di Qinglong couldn't help but wonder if he had fallen victim to some evil trick... a curse or something like that by the plague-prone monk.

He had to cover his ears with both hands, and immediately adjusted his breathing... This was a breathing method taught by the instructor when he was an espionage officer to focus on and eliminate interference. It was mainly used to torture the opponent when he was captured.

Heart as steel, ruthless... Seeing himself as a puppet, self-hypnotizing to the point of cutting off all physical senses.

——It seems to have stopped.

He sighed slowly and took the food out of the operating room.

Yuan Qinghua looked at it curiously, "This is..."

"Sorry, the employees are probably too lazy, so these are the only junk food left." Di Qinglong smiled bitterly, "But it should be edible."

Yuan Qinghua watched Di Qinglong's next operation with interest.

Pour off the first water for instant noodles after two minutes, then add hot water again, and add it again after one minute. After adding some sauce packets and mixing them evenly, I took the ham and cut it into small pieces - added Fried eggs.

The omelette was cooked directly by Di Qinglong on the palm of his hand - half-cooked.

"Are you really a hairstylist?"

"Want to try my craft?"

"I want to wash my hair."

"At your service, ma'am."

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Warm water, gentleness... The fingers completely fit into the scalp, with enough strength to stimulate the acupuncture points. Yuan Qinghua felt so comfortable that she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

She closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly, and the sound of water rushing in her ears... her hair was getting wet.

Illusion can only affect vision, but touch will not deceive people.

It was skin like a withered tree trunk, not only rough, but also extremely stiff... Di Qinglong's fingertips were filled with much more strength than usual, making everything become as usual.

Just like life.

If it tilts to one side, if you want it to return to normal, you can only use more force to correct it.

The injustice of fate wrestles with your efforts.

But our opponents never get tired.

He was almost touching the woman's face, and the water flowed along his fingers to Yuan Qinghua's ears, letting the sound of flowing water completely bury all the sounds in her world.

This kind of contact seemed to have touched the woman's defensive instinct... Her hands placed on her lower abdomen were tangled together unnaturally, and her fingers... gently scratched the back of her hands.

"Spirit and desire can be separated." The man whispered.

The woman's eyes were hazy, as if they were not open, and only the eyelids were trembling slightly.

"Relax." Di Qinglong said softly again.

The fragrance of shampoo was filling the air, and Yuan Qinghua fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

——[Wu Neng...]

Di Qinglong's expression changed slightly, then he gritted his teeth, quickly took a seal with both hands, and after placing a sound-isolating barrier around the sleeping woman, he quickly walked out of his hair salon.

The streets are still cooling.

Di Qinglong looked around, frowned, and jumped up...On the top of a hundred-meter-high building, a monk in white cassocks was sitting cross-legged under the water tower of the building, counting. Rosary beads.

Di Qinglong landed, with a cold look on his face, and walked quickly, "What on earth are you doing, monk, and why do you always follow me?"

"It's not that I want to follow you." The monk opened his eyes, "It's that we have the same destination."

"What destination?" Di Qinglong frowned, the monk was nervous.

"Western Heaven." The monk stood up and said, "Go west."

Di Qinglong's heart suddenly throbbed, and there was an indescribable feeling of detachment, as if he was thrown into the clouds. His eyes were like water, and the level was like a mirror. It seemed that only the sky and the mirror were left in the whole world, clear and translucent, and only he stood there. With the monk in white.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Di Qinglong took a deep breath and kept his feet on the ground, "I'm warning you, don't follow me again, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

He turned away.

"Wuneng, waiting for you..."

boom--!

Di Qinglong suddenly turned around, flashed his figure, and punched the handsome bald boy in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"I told you to stop bothering me, are you bothered? I don't know you!" Di Qinglong was furious and punched out again, "I will really beat you to death!"

The ruthless fist hovered in front of the bald boy, as if it was just a warning - the bald boy with a nosebleed actually stretched out his hands and held Lao Di's fist, "Wuneng, you are still so angry. , it’s wrong to hit people.”

boom--!

The fist that was originally just a warning turned into a fist that broke the face again - the handsome bald boy was hit so hard that most of his head was buried in the floor.

Di Qinglong can accept that person holding his hand - even if it's an aunt, as long as he has money, but it's definitely not allowed for men!

"You go ahead and fight, if it makes you happier..."

——Who is this person...

Di Qinglong couldn't help but let out a breath, and then suddenly lifted the collar of the white-clothed monk and threw him away with all his strength - in the middle of the sixth level, he didn't even know how strong he was at this time.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the handsome bald boy's body was thrown far away like a cannonball... He didn't know where he landed. Di Qinglong sighed, and after sorting himself out, he silently jumped back to the street. above.

After a while, palms stretched out from the wall on the roof of the building - the handsome bald man lay on the wall and said to himself: "Wuneng, one day, you will understand... How can a woman go west? Fun? With four of us, we can play mahjong, but with one boy and one girl, we can only play poker."

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——God of Plague.

Lao Di suddenly thought of such a term in his mind.

As soon as he saw the monk in white, he felt inexplicably irritable - logically speaking, as an intelligence officer, he should have good control over his emotions.

In front of the hair salon, Di Qinglong adjusted his emotions again... Not long after he left, Yuan Qinghua must not have woken up yet, right?

Look how comfortable she is sleeping.

He returned to the shampoo area, but stood there blankly... The woman on the recliner was nowhere to be seen - the barrier disappeared and the chair was broken.

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Clinic, courtyard.

The puppet girl [Xia Ji], with a hint of curiosity, tugged on the chain that was connected to the sky... After the chain shook a series of times, it finally caused the white clouds in the sky to churn. .

The puppet girl tilted her head... There are really many magical things in the master's home.

It looked at the capital city outside the courtyard wall.

Since it was made, all it has is the memory of the City of White Steel - it was activated in the hands of Cao Zhengchun, and the sky on the foreign battlefield is always dark, without day or night.

It's not like the sky of fire clouds, it's bright.

It's not like a night with fire clouds, but the stars are shining brightly.

"This is the world of humans..."

"It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

The puppet girl was startled, and subconsciously raised her head, only to see the window upstairs open - the man who was rumored to be its current owner.

Until now, [Xia Ji] is not very clear about the identity of the master... He seems to have many identities.

"Master." The puppet girl followed her body's instinct very well, put her hands together, and bowed slowly.

A sparrow was looking for food on the eaves. Boss Luo tapped his fingers on the window frame. The little sparrow raised its head, spread its wings, and flew into Boss Luo's hands.

As if he heard Boss Luo whisper something, the sparrow flapped its wings and flew high again...a height that a sparrow should not be able to fly to.

[Xia Ji] adjusted her vision, and soon [saw] the sparrow flying into the clouds, then landing on a huge creature, and then pecked it!

Bo.

In an instant, the clouds exploded, and then something quickly fell down from the high altitude... The disturbed clouds were like whirlpools, and under the light of sunset, they looked like orange-red paint mixed in the water.

[Xia Ji] opened her hands slightly, but subconsciously stretched out her hands - she saw a large [dog] shaped spirit stone foaming at the mouth, with a wronged face and eyes that wanted to kill someone. At this time, it had been [ Xia Ji】Catch it steadily.

"It's called Zhahu." Boss Luo chuckled softly at this time, "Can I ask you to take it out for a walk in the evening?"

"I understand." [Xia Ji] nodded lightly.

But this spirit beast is still frothing, is it really okay...

"Water, water...give me water..."

The sound came from Zhahu's mouth... [Xia Ji] looked at this [dog]-shaped spiritual beast in surprise at this time. The spiritual beast that can speak has already opened its spiritual intelligence and is not as good as the transformation stage. Already?

"Please wait." [Xia Ji] said quickly, then said goodbye again thinking about Boss Luo upstairs, and then quickly left with Zahu in her arms.

Boss Luo leaned casually in front of the window, looking at the disturbed clouds, and suddenly stretched out his finger... his fingertips slowly traced the clouds, and the scattered clouds gradually became much cleaner.

A figure hurriedly broke into the courtyard.

Di Qinglong.

"Doctor Luo, she...she is missing!"