Trafford’s Trading Club

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Nero found that the boss was really meticulous. At least when she touched her bag habitually, she could still find the candy she was accustomed to eating.

After unpacking the candy and chewing it, Nero closed his eyes and spread out the palm of his right hand.

A stream of crimson air emerged from her palm, and at the same time, the ground facing her palm began to emit some fine particles.

These are trace amounts of iron hidden in the river bed soil.

Soon after, these iron elements began to aggregate, elongate, change, and take shape, and finally transformed into the original appearance of the Yama Demon Sword. Nero picked up the entire blade and flicked it with his hand, seemingly satisfied.

Luo Qiu looked at it curiously.

At this time, Nero shook the Yama Sword in his hand and said proudly: "Everyone in the club thought that I had only reached the first state, but it was not the case. From the second stage, the Yama Sword is no longer rigidly related to The external appearance. What Uncle Cook took away was just an empty shell, but the club will find out at least after they have failed to find a successor ten or eight times, and they may not know it yet."

But Boss Luo just shook his head and looked at the black thing Nero produced next to him while condensing the blade.

"This?" Nero was stunned for a moment, then squatted down and began to dig out the nearby mixture of coke and soil to attach to the lump. "Uncle Cook is very careful. Maybe he will wait until daytime." I will come over to see if the number of corpses is enough, and if I find that there is one missing, then I will add it."

Nero shook his head and said: "Uncle Cook in that state, if we encounter him in the future... it would be better not to offend him."

"You are also very careful." Luo Qiu admired.

After the arrangement was completed, Nero patted the stains on his hands, then ran a little further and dug out a box under a tree. This contained the box for preserving the soul that Boss Luo had given her. , as well as a small disc used to catch the iron whistle, and a small bag.

"I knew Uncle Cook would definitely steal my things, but luckily he hid them early."

She opened the box containing the souls, grabbed the remaining souls inside, and then hurriedly ran to Luo Qiu, "This is from Fake San'er, this is from Fake Xiaozhi, these are for healing... …Ah, it was all used up in one go.”

Luo Qiu said calmly: "Actually, you don't need to specifically ask me to heal your wounds. In the second form of the Yan Demon Sword, at least you are immortal."

Nero shook his head and said: "But I have no interest in lying in this barren mountain for a few months. I have to leave here as soon as possible. Moreover, I can't leave any trace that Uncle Cook will find. "

"Oh, by the way, I seem to be able to get a discount, right? Are there any left of these?" Nero suddenly looked at Luo Qiu and asked.

"It's just a small matter. Does Miss Nero plan to use the discount?" Luo Qiu said calmly.

"Yes, is there any problem?" Nero asked curiously: "The discount is in my hands, and I am free to use it how I want to use it, right? Besides, if I use up the discount early, wouldn't you be able to exploit me more easily? "

Luo Qiu didn't intend to make witty remarks to this woman, so he said softly: "Guest, this is what's left."

He also gave Nero a ball of soul light.

Nero shook his head and said: "Just use this to buy some good luck... and give it to the mother and daughter."

Luo Qiu said softly: "Miss Nero is really thoughtful."

Nero stared at him dissatisfied and said: "Don't look at me like this, I am also a woman, okay? Forget it, in fact, I can't talk to you at all, so let's do it, awesome boss. I'm leaving...wait for me next time When I’m desperate, I will come to you again, bey~!”

Another blowing kiss that is worthless to the boss.

In this way, the tyrant of Michael Club temporarily successfully faked his death and escaped from the club.

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…

I remember that it was around this time yesterday. Cook, who was sitting quietly in the room, slowly opened his eyes... At this time, he remembered the strange feeling that happened to him last night, and Cook already understood what happened.

"It's better to leave here to avoid causing trouble for me in the future." Cook muttered lightly, and at the same time tilted his head and looked at the door of the room.

Even before he recovered, Mark still had instinctive vigilance, let alone now?

The sound of footsteps approaching step by step naturally could not escape his hearing.

The footsteps stopped in front of his door for a while, and then there were a few small knocks on the door, and San'er's voice: "Mark, are you asleep?"

Cook was silent for a while and then said calmly: "What's the matter?"

San'er, who originally thought he would not get a response, was disappointed and was about to leave. But at this moment she turned her head, approached the door again, and whispered: "Are you leaving tomorrow...?"

"Um."

"...Will you leave after breakfast?"

"I'll be gone before daybreak."

"You have recovered your memory, right? When you came back, you gave me a different feeling," San'er said softly against the door.

It was really different. Whether it was his expression or her own feelings, they were all different. San'er keenly caught something.

"Um."

After thinking about it, she finally plucked up the courage and said, "Mark. Do you... want to stay?"

There was no response in the room for a long time.

San'er probably knew the answer, so he sat down along the door panel and hugged his legs.

She didn't know whether the man who broke into her life was sitting or leaning in front of the door, and she didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

After a long time, San'er raised his head and whispered softly: "Xiao Zhi... I'll probably be very sad."

Cook's voice came, "Children will soon forget people and things."

San'er suddenly tilted his head and asked, "What about Sir?"

Cook stood across the door, touched the door panel with his palm, and said calmly: "As time goes by, so do adults."

San'er smiled lonely, and after a while, he said loudly: "Yes, if I don't look at the photo, I will almost forget what my husband looks like."

Cook said nothing.

San'er thought about what happened during this period, from when Xiao Zhi found this man in the river to when he forcefully moved into his home.

I started to feel that it was good to have a man at home...when I was sick...when I had no one to rely on.

All kinds of times.

Although the gossips began to increase, more often than not, some long-lost laughter came to this small tofu shop again.

"It seems like a lot of things happened, like a dream." San'er smiled... She remembered some embarrassing things.

"Yeah." Cook responded.

For him, what happened to Mark was also an... experience that he couldn't let go for the time being.

"I never thought that so many things would happen to me."

San'er held her face in her hands and said: "I got married very early, gave birth to children, and had a good husband. Later, when my husband died, I just wanted to bring up the children. You know what? Sometimes I think, After more than ten years, will I be like those aunties next door and start worrying about my daughter’s marriage again?”

"Ten years? Too early." Cook said calmly

"Too early?" San'er was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" Cook frowned.

San'er seemed to smile a little more fiercely, her eyes filled with mist as she laughed, "I just want to laugh, can't I?"

"It's up to you." Cook said calmly.

"Mark, are you always this cold?"

"Because there's nothing to laugh about." Cook also sat down against the door, leaning his back against the door as well. He did this subconsciously.

"Don't you think you've never been able to do anything happy?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, I just feel so pitiful." San'er shook his head, "Even for me, I encountered a lot of happy things before. Ah, I really miss when I was still in high school... By the way, do you know? I know, one time in high school, several naughty boys in the class secretly stuffed a small yellow disc into the Chinese teacher's textbook. Later, the teacher's wife discovered it. I heard that she didn't sleep well all night. In class the next day, those boys were sent to run laps on the playground, and they said, "I will never watch pornographic videos again." We were all watching, and we laughed to death! Why didn't you react..."

Cook said, "What's so funny?"

San'er asked back, "Isn't it funny?"

San'er thought for a while, "There will be another time. You will definitely want to laugh this time. Let me tell you..."

The woman was talking outside the door about things she cherished when she was young, while the man was sitting quietly inside the door and listening, never smiling, but shaking his head and occasionally making simple comments.

"Isn't this funny?" San'er asked the same question tirelessly.

"It's not funny, wouldn't you just tell the teacher?"

…

"What about this?"

"generally."

…

For a long time.

San'er unconsciously leaned in front of the door and fell asleep.

The lights suddenly turned on in the room, and then there was a slight continuous sound.

Slowly it gets daylight.

…

…

Later San'er woke up because of the cool air in the morning. She stood up and silently opened the door to the room. The place was empty and empty.

San'er gently clasped his arms tightly with both hands, looking at the neatly folded quilt, like a quilt that had never been used, and the clothes that were also folded well on the quilt, and then moved towards the only table here. Go.

A lifelike wooden swan, larger than a palm, is placed here. There are also sawdust poured into the basket under the table.

San'er stretched out his hand and nodded on the wooden swan, then opened the curtains of the room and opened the glass windows. The air outside became colder.

She leaned against the window and smiled as she watched the sun begin to rise as usual.

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