Trafford’s Trading Club

For breakfast, as a late night snack.

The maid lady's food can't be wasted... Old Di doesn't dare to waste it now.

"Mr. Di, this is your latest treatment expense list. Please confirm it."

"Didn't you say that it's best not to discuss business matters at the dinner table?"

Di Qinglong's hands couldn't help but tremble at this time. He knew that it must be very expensive - the cost of repairing the appearance.

I saw Dr. Luo calmly picking up the dishes and eating the overnight meal in a very civilized manner - it really shouldn't be wasted.

"Mr. Di, this is your latest list of treatment expenses. Please confirm it."

"Okay...ok."

It was useless. All the methods that could be used on women seemed to be ineffective on the female nurses in this clinic. For the first time, Di Qinglong felt helpless towards a woman.

——How could there be such a terrible sense of pressure...

——New polymer nanomaterial skin grafting, supramolecular biosimulation prosthetic eyes·K type, 3D facial reconstruction... What the hell is this, have you never heard of it?

It's as if there is a big mountain called "Can't afford it" pressing down on me - there used to be one mountain, but now there are two.

Di Qinglong quickly signed his name on the bill, and then threw it aside. Debts, if they are too much, they won't be felt anymore, and in the worst case, they will have to work hard.

The morning news on TV was broadcasting the incident at the abandoned building.

"...It is reported that this time was caused by the remnants of the alien species. After receiving the report, the Fire Cloud General Administration immediately dispatched to quell the incident. No lives were lost during the incident, but the law enforcers pulled out hundreds of bodies under the building. Skeletons…”

Of course the female anchor's looks are passable, otherwise there would be no ratings.

Lao Di's eyes were not on this good-looking anchor, but he frowned and said: "Doctor, there is one thing I don't understand very well... With Yuan Qinghua's ability, why can he create such a terrifying space?"

"What if it's not a person." Dr. Luo said casually.

"It's not a person..." Di Qinglong was startled, and his heart moved, "You said it was the bones in the ground..."

"Resentment." Dr. Luo put down his chopsticks, looked at Di Qinglong and said, "You have seen it before, right? The birth of a fierce ghost."

Di Qinglong nodded. Before they found the building, the two of them had encountered a homeless man who died tragically... He even wanted to transform into a ghost because of his resentment. Later, there even appeared as a wandering god from the [Ninth Prison]. .

The process is not very pleasant.

"The grievances of hundreds of people, such huge grievances... people from the [Ninth Prison] didn't take action to deal with it?" Di Qinglong frowned subconsciously.

Dr. Luo said: "The news I received is that the [Ninth Prison] has temporarily stopped all operations due to unknown reasons... Of course, why they appeared again last night is unknown."

"Have the matters to be dealt with been dealt with...etc.?" Di Qinglong asked tentatively. He always felt that this doctor knew about it, but he was the Riddler.

"It's possible." Dr. Luo nodded.

--Again!

Lao Di sighed secretly. A lot of things happened in the past night, especially the last dream...it seemed to be between reality and illusion.

"Yuan Qinghua..." Di Qinglong suddenly stared at Dr. Luo very seriously.

"Do you have any questions about Miss Yuan?"

"No." Di Qinglong finally shook his head, "No more...it's not necessary."

Mature men must learn to let go, and men with stories know how to be chic... The Duck King, who was very popular in Huoyun, bid farewell to the clinic quite gracefully at this time.

——It’s nothing, I won’t come to this place again even if I die.

He thought to himself.

"Mr. Di, remember to pay the first installment of the debt on time next month!" the maid waved and reminded him.

——I can’t be cool at all! !

——I don’t know if selling the house and car will be enough for the first installment...

——Do you want to simply... come back to the world?

——I always feel that I am not interested in women right now...

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——The Rich Woman Happy Ball you ordered has been placed.

——The goods are expected to be delivered the day after tomorrow...

On the bench in the park facing the street, Di Qinglong shook his cigarette case, lit up a cigarette for himself, and used the smoke he exhaled to dye the halo of the street lamp hazy... in a daze.

The phone suddenly trembled... A strange phone number came into Di Qinglong's eyes.

He frowned.

This is indeed a completely unfamiliar number - he remembers all the numbers, customers', passers-by's, important, unimportant - as long as there is a call record.

Connected.

In the silence, a slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded, like a whisper, whispering something.

——[Vacuum hometown, no biological parents]

——[Hongyang...]

Before the second sentence seemed to be finished, Di Qinglong had already cut off the phone... Even the phone was crushed to pieces in his hands.

He stared blankly at the fragments of the phone on his palm, and said to himself: "That's sloppy..."

Cell phones are also very expensive.

Di Qinglong didn't sit for long before he threw down the cigarette butt, turned around and disappeared into the night.

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boom--!

Bullets, armor-piercing ones, were being fired from a purely mechanical long-barreled shotgun. Facing such bullets, Xiaolin Sir rolled around in panic, dodged in panic, and took a bite. of mud.

I heard Uncle De put down the shotgun at this time and sneered: "You are at this level, but you also want to learn people to participate in the battle of [Twelve Cities]?"

"..." Xiaolin SIR said: "You can't protect your body, you can't use your cultivation, you can't use your body skills, and you have to cover your eyes..."

He pulled off the black ribbon on his face and said with a bitter look on his face: "Are you really planning to ask my father, the white-headed man, to give away the black-headed man?"

Who would have thought that this uncle whom he met for the first time in his life was so efficient... He had just finished delivering the pickles sent by Lin's mother, and he was immediately assigned to special training, and the training lasted all night.

"Your cultivation level is very high." I heard Uncle De say calmly: "But your foundation is terribly shallow. I don't know whether it's because you got the chance or because you were lucky, but you can't even hold a sword well. Just wait to be hacked to death in the ring.”

"Who said I'm not good at swordsmanship?" Xiaolin SIR was somewhat dissatisfied. He stretched out his hand and pulled out an enforcer's stick from the motorcycle he was riding on.

With a flick of the black stick, it suddenly became three feet long. Without saying a word, Xiaolin SIR swung his sword at Uncle De. The sword energy was extremely sharp.

"[Xieyue Mountain] Unparalleled Sword Technique?" Uncle De's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to recognize the origin of this sword technique instantly.

"Uncle, take the move!" The enforcer's stick in Xiaolin SIR's hand instantly erupted with another three-foot sword beam, sweeping directly. He still didn't attack with all his strength, but only used less than 20% of his strength.

And then...and then nothing more.

He seemed to see stars, and then the world spun for a while, and then the law enforcer's stick was thrown into the sky. At the same time, the barrel of the shotgun in Uncle De's hand had been inserted directly into his mouth.

Damn it?

"Although I don't know where you learned the Wushuang Sword Technique." I heard Uncle De sneer: "But there are not ten but eight guys I have killed who can use the Wushuang Sword Technique. How dare you use this sword technique?" If you come to sneak attack me, you are just seeking death."

Xiao Lin SIR was immediately shocked. How powerful was his uncle back then? Why is he aging like this now? The most important thing is that when Uncle De knocked him down just now, he didn't even use a trace of spiritual power?

"I...have something to say!" Xiao Lin SIR frightened and took the barrel of the gun away from his mouth, and then knelt down in front of Uncle De obediently, "Uncle, I was wrong!"

"You go." Uncle De said calmly.

"No, I was really wrong! Uncle!" Xiaolin SIR was shocked, thinking that he was really annoyed.

"It's dawn." Uncle De said expressionlessly: "The cemetery will open after seven o'clock, and I don't have time to greet you."

Xiaolin SIR was moved in his heart and said quickly: "Then I will come to see you at midnight tonight?"

"Why is it the third watch?" Uncle De asked in surprise.

"You just shot me three times, one, two, three. Isn't it exactly the third shot?"

"Come back after dinner." Uncle De directly kicked Xiaolin SIR off the hill, "It's enough for me to stay up all night!"

Later, Sir Xiaolin flew away on his motorcycle.

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At seven o'clock, the southern suburbs cemetery did not immediately receive worshipers, but Uncle De was doing his job as the administrator of the cemetery as always.

The little girl followed Uncle De quietly, and bowed respectfully to every tombstone she passed.

Her father told her to be respectful to those who have passed away.

Some tombstones are left there and no one visits them again.

At first, I would come here every year, then only once every few years, and then suddenly one day in a certain year I would tell myself that I must go and see him next year.

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After having breakfast (thirty sticks of sandalwood), Uncle De touched the little girl's head and said softly: "There are a few tombstones on the mountainside behind that need to be wiped today. Dad is a little tired today. Can Wenwen help? Did dad go wipe it?"

"Okay!"

She carried the bucket and slowly floated towards the mountainside... The girl who had become a ghost and fairy would not look too fragile even under the sun.

It wasn't until the child landed on the mountainside that Uncle De withdrew his gaze and slowly walked into the hut where he lived - Uncle De bent over in an old manner and pulled out a suitcase from under the bed. The large-sized box was then placed on the table.

The box was opened... The box that was opened turned out to be a box-packed monitor screen.

I saw Uncle De pressing one of the limited buttons... The screen flashed, but it was still dark, but there was already a sound.

It was a man's deep voice: "At your command!"

"Three things." Uncle De said thoughtfully at this time: "The first thing is to inquire about the recent trends in [Ninth Prison] and report daily. The second thing is that I want this battle in [Twelve Cities] The more detailed information about all the participants, their biographies, achievements, and characteristics of their exercises, the more detailed the better... The third thing is to buy me a batch of the most popular little girl clothes at the moment."

"Little... little girl?" The voice from the screen seemed surprised, but soon responded again: "Okay! I will do it right away... Lord [King of Heaven]!"

Uncle De didn't say anything, he just turned off the screen, closed the box, and then stuffed it back under the bed.

"[Kunlun]..."

He closed his eyes slightly.

——Lin Youde, you kill my Holy Son of the Holy Land... Heaven and earth will tolerate you, but I will not tolerate you!

——Too much nonsense, let’s fight! Let me see how powerful the so-called Half-Step Emperor is!

He suddenly coughed a few times, and it took him a while to catch his breath... Uncle De walked out of the small house where he lived, and came to a secluded tombstone alone.

There is lush grass in front of the tombstone. If you don't pay attention, it is almost difficult to find its existence.

Gently wiping the dust on the tombstone, I saw clearly written on the tombstone: [The Tomb of Lin Youde].

"Young people succeed." Uncle De murmured to himself: "Don't be the second Lin Youde..."

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Miss Nan has her own private apartment - a small apartment rented outside.

Only Zhou officials are allowed to be shy, but the common people are not allowed to use their hands?

——How can it be repaired?

"As expected, it's best to have some private space."

She had nothing to do these days, and [Red Boy] began to practice hard. It was the order given by the Iron Rakshasa, and he could not leave the seclusion until he achieved the goal.

Miss Huoyun Gaonan One has not been back for a long time. Who knows why that school hasn't moved its address yet.

"Your Highness the Great Witch, when will you find me a suitable host?"

[Xiaozuo].

"I know, I'll find it after I finish watching this soap opera."

"Your Highness the Great Witch, you said the same thing before your massage in the morning."

"I know, I'll find it for you right after I finish the massage tomorrow."

"..."

——If it’s not really impossible to defeat...I would like to think of my uncle [Xiaozuo], who was once a majestic alien lord with an army of aliens under his command...

On the sofa, there was a sudden beep, beep, beep... it was a vibrating sound.

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This is a space like a castle hall.

Different from the [Sacrifice] space that Kaguya Qianfeng entered last time, what he saw this time was actually a glorious hall - all around the hall, there were some reliefs carved in a completely different style from those of the Grand Alliance.

Kaguya Qianfeng couldn't help but frown, feeling that the feeling of entering the [Sacrifice] space this time was a little different.

【quiet】!

In the glorious hall, an old... rather stiff voice suddenly sounded.

Kaguya Qianfeng instinctively held his breath, and saw that the throne in the main hall suddenly lit up... On the throne, there was already a person wearing a black dress, holding a three-meter-long gun. What a long staff...woman.

On the staff, the stars, the sun and the moon kept rotating, but Kaguya Qianfeng could not clearly see the face of the woman on the throne at this time...it seemed to be cast in a dark shadow.

"Who are you?" Kaguya Qianfeng was secretly on guard at this time.

[Sacrifice] Space is already the last honorary guard for his comeback. If something unexpected happens here, he will face a more serious fate of death - the major league will not let him go. [Hundred Beasts] Kaguya's family will be more I won't let him go!

"The witch." The woman in the black dress on the throne said calmly: "The witch who rules the stars is also the real owner of this place."

"Master?" Kaguya Qianfeng frowned.

"Yes, this is the real space hidden in the black card." [Witch] said calmly: "Kaguya Qianfeng, you have passed the test of this witch. I was very troubled by the thing you sacrificed last time, so I I came here to see you with my true self revealed."

Kaguya Qianfeng just looked at it suspiciously, obviously not believing it.

[Witch] chuckled softly: "Kaguya Qianfeng, what are you going to use as a sacrifice this time? Judging from your appearance, you have gone through a difficult battle, right?"

Kaguya Qianfeng's expression turned ugly. If he hadn't been forced to a dead end, he would not have risked entering this [Sacrifice] space in the [Desolate Realm], and there was only one maid around him who might betray him at any time. Chu Rui.

"I encountered a group of alien species on the road. After repelling them, I met someone who came to chase me." Kaguya Qianfeng said solemnly: "I need to recover from my injuries as soon as possible. If I can further improve my cultivation, I will naturally be more capable. good."

With a stroke of the staff in [Witch]'s hand, a human-high scale appeared in front of Kaguya Qianfeng, "Place the object you want to sacrifice on the left side of the scale, and it will tell you that you can Get something in return.”

Kaguya Qianfeng had no choice but to take out a living heart from his arms and placed it on the left side of the scales.

I saw that the right side of the scale was only slightly tilted upward at this time, and then the scale released a ray of light and threw it onto Kaguya Qianfeng's body - this body after a hard battle, with many injuries on its body.

After the glow disappeared, Kaguya Qianfeng only felt that the pain was lighter, and at the same time, a relatively serious wound on his body healed instantly.

"Just this little?" Kaguya Qianfeng frowned, "This is the heart of a mutant warrior comparable to a seventh-level monk! Do you know how much it is worth on the black market?"

[Witch] smiled and said: "Kaguya Qianfeng, if I value this heart, does that mean I have to look down on you?"

"What do you mean?" Kaguya Qianfeng was stunned.

[Witch] took some time off and said: "Kaguya Qianfeng, you are already at the high level of the eighth level of Taoism. If nothing unexpected happens, you will become the overlord of one party. It will not be difficult for you to kill a alien warrior, but you have to It would be difficult for a seventh-level monk to injure you... You want to say that you are weak, right?"

Kaguya Qianfeng pondered: "In other words, the items sacrificed in the future must be based on my ability?"

"Of course." [Witch] smiled slightly, and then said: "But it can be full if it is too large... For example, four to five hundred pieces of this kind of heart material can actually be used."

Four to five hundred alien warriors who are comparable to the seventh level, will they all kneel down when the Half-Step Emperor comes?

Why did the castle hall that I entered after passing the test seem darker...? ?

Kaguya Qianfeng took a deep breath and asked directly in a deep voice: "If I want to be promoted to become the Great Emperor, what do I need to sacrifice?"

"Please sacrifice..." The [Witch]'s voice was heard whispering in the hall, "Your only true love."

"What?!"

A surge of excitement caused Kaguya Qianfeng to instantly burst out with a beast-like aura, but at this time the [Witch] in the hall just waved the staff in her hand casually.

In an instant, Kaguya Qianfeng was driven away by an irresistible force... and pulled away.

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In the wilderness at night, dangers abound.

The woman was holding a long sword and looking around nervously... wiping her sweat-soaked palms from time to time.

At this time, there was a slight movement behind him.

The woman...Chu Rui quickly turned around and said in surprise: "Master Qianfeng, are you awake...your injury?"

"It's not all right." Kaguya Qianfeng's face darkened at this time, and his eyes fell on Chu Rui, uncertain.

"Master Qian...Qianfeng?" Chu Rui felt her heart beat suddenly...she was scared.

"Although it's not all good." Kaguya Qianfeng said calmly: "But it's more than enough to deal with a few white steel brocade clothes... Let's go, deal with these pugs before dawn, and we can reach [Beimang Ghost Monster] immediately."

Under the night, in the wilderness, a sharp aura rose instantly.

"No, it's Kaguya Qianfeng! He... isn't he seriously injured? How come he still has some energy left!"

Screams broke out.