Trafford’s Trading Club

Neither he nor she told each other their first and last names, but there seemed to be a magical tacit understanding.

A look, or an expression.

But she didn't have many expressions, while he had a lot of expressions.

The young man did not live up to his rhetoric and actually bought the building in one night.

Later, he just went to a smoky bar where he could gamble money, and then he played poker with a group of people who came to have fun all night long.

Of course, the young man still took the woman who had withheld the last piece of property for him.

They still haven't told each other their first and last names.

The woman looked at the young man's face in the crowd. He was calm and confident, and his smile was charming. There is an air of debauchery about this man.

His eyes are sexy, which is almost a fatal weapon for most women.

From time to time, the young man would chuckle a few times, and his eyes would pass through the crowd, looking at the woman sitting in front of the bar, holding her chin and not knowing what she was thinking.

She didn't touch the glass of wine he prepared for her. She just held the stems of the cherries with her fingers and slowly stirred the wine to pass the time.

Apart from being beautiful, she is probably a boring woman.

Maybe it's still lonely.

Suddenly, the young man didn't want to continue playing. He threw away the playing cards in his hand, only took a small part of the winnings, and then pushed out the rest, so he easily got a chance to terminate. Get up and leave your seat.

The young man took a look at the bar, then asked the bartender to give him a bottle of red wine. Soon after, he came to the beautiful woman and sat down.

"Let's play a little game." The young man gently shook the wine glass in his hand, "Guess what I do."

The woman did not speak, but turned around. She still held her chin, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the young man like this. After a while, she said, "What do you do?"

"Isn't it boring to know the answer directly?" The young man turned his chair directly, pointed it at the woman, and looked directly at her.

She shook her head and said calmly: "Not knowing the answer is the most boring thing, but waiting is not."

"Okay." He said softly, then picked up the wine glass in front of the table, took a sip, and then smiled: "My secondary occupation is a gambler. You should know it, right?"

"Then?" The woman nodded.

"I'm a winemaker."

The young man said slowly, "I am an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. But when I was six years old, a foreign couple came to the orphanage and took me away. After that, I became the leader of this family. Adopted son. My adoptive father had his own vineyard and was a winemaker. He taught me how to make the best red wine and how to taste red wine. But I didn’t inherit it in the end.”

"Why." The woman became curious.

The young man waved and then moved closer to the woman. He had a mysterious look on his face, as if he was about to tell some big secrets. The woman also moved closer.

He was face to face with her, separated only by a wine glass.

"I have no sense of taste now." The young man blinked and said, "Suddenly one day, no matter what I eat or drink, it has no taste to me. So I will never be an outstanding person. Winemaker."

She didn't ask him why he lost his sense of taste, but suddenly smiled and said: "What a coincidence, no matter what I eat, it only has one taste."

With blurred eyes, he and she looked at each other, testing each other, like the stars in the sky corresponding to the reflection of the stars on the calm lake.

"Only one flavor? What flavor?"

"The taste of blood."

…

The taste of blood.

She smiled, and this was the most touching smile the young man had ever seen in his life.

He suddenly remembered a sentence, beautiful eyes can speak, her eyes seemed to be telling something.

"Stretch out your hand." The young man said suddenly.

She stretched out her hand, which was cold. The young man felt the cold temperature in his palm the moment he gently grasped her palm. He glanced at the woman in surprise.

At this time, the young man placed a 1-mark coin in the woman's palm and said, "Merry Christmas."

The woman said interestingly: "A Christmas gift of 1 mark. This is the simplest gift I have ever had."

He said: "But you have to know that this 1-mark coin was once my last wealth. At the same time, this 1-mark coin can also allow me to own the whole world. You intercepted it for me, and now, It's in your hands."

The woman's eyelashes moved slightly. She stared at the coins in her palm and suddenly said: "Do you say the same love words to every woman?"

The young man smiled slightly and said: "Not every woman is willing to intercept the coin that is about to fall into the sewer for me."

Very amazing.

Or call it love at first sight, or just hormonal impulse.

When the hands of the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, when the bells rang outside, the whole world was quiet. After the silence, the bar began to cheer, sing and dance.

The erupting ribbons and fireworks spiraled down from above, like a colorful snowfall. In this 'snow', he and she gently bit each other's lips.

Later in the night, the young man used the money he won to find a fancy hotel. From the moment you enter, the flames of lust are completely burning.

From the aisle to the sofa, from the sofa to the fireplace, the man and woman kissing wildly knocked the lamp next to the coffee table to the ground, as well as the coat rack nearby.

He and she fell on the soft bed of chiffon.

"Why is your body so cold?"

"Then you make it hot."

"I can."

The young man kissed the woman's neck vigorously, and the heat from the friction between the skin seemed to gradually make her become hotter.

He and she still haven't told each other their first and last names.

…

"Did I wake you?"

The young man put his hand on the bedside table and was playing with the 1 mark coin, making it spin, then watched it pause, and then continued to spin it.

The woman raised the pillow to make herself more comfortable, "I just feel more energetic at night."

The young man smiled slightly and started to kiss her. After a little intimacy, the two hugged each other, and the woman became a pillow on his chest.

She traced her fingers slowly on the young man's chest, but using nails, she said: "I like the sound of your heartbeat, it's strong, powerful, and active."

"What does blood smell like?" The young man suddenly asked curiously.

She raised her head and looked at him, giving him a curious look as well.

The young man said, "I'm just curious about, like you said, the taste of blood."

The woman suddenly kissed the young man's collarbone, and slowly moved to the young man's neck, like a dragonfly touching water, and said at the same time: "Glycol, sweet, or thick, like milk and honey. Sometimes it's delicate, sometimes it's spicy, like strong liquor, but it's not bitter, but at the same time it gives you a slight burning sensation in your throat, it's warm..."

Lips gently sucking on the neck, the young man listened quietly to the woman's description of the taste of blood. She seemed to intend to use all the beautiful words in the world.

But he just kept feeling the softness of those lips.

He suddenly spoke, interrupted the woman's description, and said with a smile: "If one day, I can regain my sense of taste, even if I spend the rest of my life, I want to make a bottle of wine like this, which is sweet and mellow. Sweet or thick, like milk and honey..."

He almost repeated the woman's description of the taste of blood.

What he didn't know was that the woman quietly retracted her fangs at this moment, and then looked into his eyes lovingly.

So the young man caressed the woman's cheek, "...and then give it to you, a wine like blood."

She looked at him blankly, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"Tu Shenyi, this was my name before I was adopted."

"kiss Me."

She opened her arms to him.

…

…

The palm of her hand suddenly covered the 1 mark coin, and then she grabbed it. Karen Ishel felt that she had regained a little bit of strength, and then she stood up holding on to the wall.

Many times, she felt that eternal life was not necessarily a good thing.

The short-lived species envy the eternity of the long-lived species, while the long-lived species longs for the brilliance and excitement of every moment in the short life of the short-lived species.

Different races lead to different perspectives on things.

"They are all creatures who are never satisfied..."

She laughed at herself and started walking forward holding on to the wall again. She needs to go back and get back all the 'Wangyou' series, but she doesn't know if she can get back the real 'Naihe' from Takizawa in her current state.

In fact, she would feel better if Viscount Fernandez could kill her. But he let her go and didn't kill her... Since she couldn't die, he should at least get them back.

But suddenly there was a rush of air in front of the passage, which immediately caused her hair to rise slightly. After that, there was another surge of air, raising her hair again.

It was as if something huge was breathing... Karen Ishel frowned subconsciously.

At this time, along with the third stream of air came a long, inhuman roar, like a mournful sound, filled with pain and hatred.

Karen Ishel even felt like her scalp was numb... The sound came from the direction of the underground laboratory.

She had to speed up her pace, listening to the constant roars along the way, while feeling the seriousness of the situation... Vaguely, she felt that something ominous appeared quietly inadvertently.

Her idea was not wrong. This was Karen Ishel's first reaction when she came to the door of the laboratory and saw what was in front of her.

Even if I use all the ugly adjectives, I can't seem to fully describe the 'thing' in the laboratory at the moment. Perhaps I can only use 'ugly monster' to describe it.

Kallen Ishel had never seen such a creature.

It's like a combination of cells, huge... like an enlarged cancer cell tumor. But it's not just a living thing, because its body also has various instruments that should originally belong to the laboratory. .

Whether it was organic matter or inorganic matter, this 'ugly monster' swallowed them all at this moment, and then merged them into his own body.

Extending from this 'ugly monster' are limbs that are constantly shrinking and expanding like giant tree roots.

Karen Ishel even saw many different characteristics in this 'ugly monster'. These characteristics should only exist in those special races.

This monster...even swallowed the specimens originally placed in those huge containers in the laboratory!

Karen Ishel thought of this almost instantly, and judged that this monster had the ability to swallow species and then manifest these special racial characteristics.

"Jinwu City!"

Among the ugly bodies, she suddenly discovered Uncle Jin Wucheng's face. This was the only thing that could be recognized on this monster.

"What on earth...did you do?" Karen Yishel looked at the monster in front of her in horror. She could vaguely feel that there was a trace of Takizawa's aura in this monster.

It swallowed up Takizawa too!

On the monster's body, Jin Wucheng's face always had his eyes open without blinking, and his mouth opened but never closed. It was like a person who died of fright, and his desperate face was preserved forever.

Its body was still gradually expanding, almost reaching the ceiling of the laboratory. The huge limbs stretched out from under it suddenly exerted force to support its huge body.

It seems to have discovered the existence of Kallen Ishel, and its next target to devour is probably the only Kallen Ishel still alive at the scene.

Suddenly, a huge crack opened in the monster's body. It was an upside-down mouth, filled with sharp and dense fangs, and from this terrifying bloody mouth, a thick and long tongue instantly ejaculate.

Karen Ishel can even see another terrifying mouthpart on the front of the tongue. This is Takizawa's ability.

Karen Ishel took a sharp breath. Facing the sudden attack, she subconsciously turned her palm into a knife and swung it out. The edge of her palm was not sharp, but she easily cut off the terrifying long tongue.

The cut off tongue was struggling on the ground, while the cut wound on the monster's tongue was healing and growing rapidly at this moment, but it had returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

Kallen had no time to dodge, her injuries had not recovered, and now the tongue was like a huge steel whip, lashing out at her body.

Kallen flew backwards, hit the wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood... The strength of this monster was much more terrifying than the violent werewolf.

"help me……"

"help me……"

"help me……"

Hoarse, painful... that was Jin Wucheng's face on the monster. His mouth was moving slightly at the moment, "Save... me..."

Kallen looked at Jin Wucheng's painful face and got up, "I can't save you...I can't even save myself...ahem..."

She suddenly stretched out her hand and tore open the vest on her body. She was only wearing a thin shirt, and from her palm, a long sword with blood-colored patterns slowly stretched out.

"It's okay to kill me...but want to eat me, dream on."

She immediately swung her sword to meet him.