Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1408 Cat and Rat

After dinner, Nero quietly slipped out of the manor - of course, she did not think that her behavior was secret and no one knew... How could the boss and maidservant not know?

She actually has relative freedom... Sometimes Nero will think, maybe this relative freedom is far more relaxed than I imagined.

At least, so far, the person who is the master does not specifically ask what she needs to do, what to do... not even to let her fulfill the obligations of the black soul messenger itself.

Therefore, Nero thinks that even if it is a black soul messenger, it can actually live like a salted fish.

"Do not rest?"

Just just left the manor, in the small forest outside the manor, Nero met the great philosopher who is here to swing the sword. Da Zhe took the initiative to say hello.

"The Black Soul messenger doesn't seem to need a rest?" Nero asked under the trunk.

Da Zhe smashed the Zhan Lujian in his hand and suddenly said: "Sports?"

Nero swayed his face in disgust. "I like to abuse people and don't like being abused."

This is very real, Dazhe smiled, in fact, before the boss and Miss Younight had not arrived, it was Nero who was pestering him every day.

Nero suddenly flew up and planned to leave from here. Dazhe curiously asked: "Where to go."

"Bad abuse!" Nero smiled back. "Dazhe Ouba, thank you for helping me in the afternoon, I will give you a kiss.~~"

A black mist spit out from Nero's mouth, and the illusion became a small heart shape, slowly floating in front of Dazhe, and then suddenly spread out - it was black love.

"Hey..."

Dazhe shook his head and continued to move his sword, like living.

......

After the restaurant was beaten, Mr. Smith returned home until about ten o'clock in the evening. In the afternoon, Mrs. Ellua called and said that Joe had returned home...so Mr. Smith did not know when Joe slipped away from his own eyes.

He still feels that only five-year-old Joe is a bit too naughty...even in such a small town.

He wanted to talk to Joe well, but found that Joe was already asleep, and had to give up... He chatted with his mother, Mrs. Ellu, and wife, Debra, in the hall.

Mrs. Elula said that the spirit has improved a lot today, like being ten years younger. Mr. Smith thinks it may be because of the relationship of mood.

At this time, his wife, Debra, snuggled in Mr. Smith's arms. Mr. Smith gently stroked his wife's belly. The family occasionally said something that was irrelevant but contented.

Unconsciously, Mrs. Elula, who was knitting a towel, seemed to be sleepy, so she fell asleep—as for Mr. Smith, who worked for a day.

The kitchen is boiling water - of course the water has not yet boiled, but the wind in the middle of the night is blowing the curtains... The swaying curtains seem to hit the flames of the furnace at any time.

It even passed the bright fire several times... Maybe it was actually waiting to be burned, so the wind seemed to be a little bigger and bigger, this time blowing it faster.

It shouldn't pass it anymore this time. It must be able to hit the fire. When it rises, it seems like there is an invisible palm.

Hey -!

But the fire suddenly shut down - it was Debra that shut the valve directly... It was said that the pregnant woman was more sleepy, but she didn't know when she woke up.

The movement of Debra seems to be a bit slow. After all, the pregnant woman who is about to produce is always inconvenient... She returned to the living room with her hand on her stomach, and blanketed Mrs. Elula and her husband Mr. Smith respectively. I quietly opened the door of Joe's room and glanced at it.

She tried not to bother her family, even when she was pouring water, she tried to lighten it... but there seemed to be something that was watching the Debra from the window - it would shine even in the dark. look.

It seems that I feel this look, and Debra stares at the night outside the window.

She saw a pair of tubular yellow eyes... It was the eyes of an owl - on the tree in front of her house, there was an owl standing at this moment, watching without moving.

Debra clasped her arms subconsciously, and seemed to feel a bit of coolness... She suddenly lost her mind, didn't think about anything, and didn't want anything.

"What are you looking at?"

Behind him came Mr. Smith's figure, and he brought a shawl... While draping the shawl on his wife, Mr. Smith grabbed his wife from behind and then followed the window.

"Like...nothing." Debra found that the owl on the tree seemed to have disappeared. Perhaps it had already flown away. Her face was on her husband's face. "It was a while."

"Return to the room, it’s too late," the husband said softly.

Debra nodded as the husband returned to the room.

At this time a small shadow flashed through the window... It seemed to be a black cat.

If Mr. Smith has paid attention, he should recognize that this black cat seems to be the one he has encountered during the day.

The black cat did not run far distance... It quickly came to the road.

Here, who is there - who is standing in a black dress. The black cat came to the front of the figure and jumped on it with a hop.

In his black dress, his hands were gathered and the black cat was carried into his arms. At this time, the pocket watch was taken out of the dress, opened, and watched the time.

Then he took the pocket watch and then slowly walked over to Mr. Smith's house—just when it was about to reach out and touch the door of the house, it stopped.

I saw a black light, like a lightning bolt, bursting out from the ground, right in the body - but in the moment when the black lightning hit it, its body and the black cat also became a black smoke. It disappeared.

The black lightning flashed slowly after a lap of Mr. Smith's home, turning into a smashing knife and slanting into the dirt.

A few seconds later, a white palm pulled the knives from the ground and slid to the shoulders casually... Nero looked at Mr. Smith’s door and whispered: "It’s really fast. ......"

She yawned, then jumped on the roof of Mr. Smith's house and lay down directly. Looking at the dim moonlight, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

It wasn't until dawn that she buried the knives again in Mr. Smith's home, and then she did not wake up and slowly flew back toward the manor.

......

"What about the boss?"

Returning to the manor, Nero saw that there was still breakfast on the table, and he picked it up and ate it.

“The boss and Miss Younight went to school.” Dazhe, who was looking at the newspaper, said casually: “I want to say that I have to go through the school.”

Nero blinked and looked thoughtful. "Yes, the boss seems to be here to go to school... Is it fun to go to school?"

"Did you not go to school?" Dazhe asked subconsciously.

Nero shrugged: "Isn't it a training class for an instructor?"

Da Zhe looked back at Nero and suddenly asked, "Where did you go last night?"

Nero showed a brilliant smile: "Catch the mouse ~ very fun 哟~"

"Yes." Dazhe nodded, apparently not paying much attention... He folded the newspaper in his hand and then planned to take care of the back garden. "Yes, the one who finished the last thing is responsible for the brush. bowl……"

The words have not been spoken yet, and Nero has lost its shadow.

Dazhe didn't care too much, just insisted on saying the words, "...this is what the boss said, and the person who finally eats is responsible for brushing the bowl."

Nero, who disappeared at the moment, came out from the wall with a look of disappointment, and ran back in frustration - brushing the bowl.

......

......

After the flash, they appeared in a snowy peak, and they were able to officially step into the boundaries of China in the first step - really just a step forward.

So if Long Xi did not hesitate, he took a step forward directly—just in an instant, a huge and incredible force, and a steady stream of power began to flow into the body of Shenzhou Zhenlong.

"It's still comfortable to go home." Long Xiru stretched out and felt that even if he had a three-hundred round fight with the maidservant, it would not be awkward!

"Hey! It turns out that there are also [coordinates]!" Luo Wei looked around and then curiously asked: "Long sister, why did we go so far to the [non-human field]?"

"This should be the "coordinates" that Hui Yao made temporarily." Long Xi if he thought about it: "I can't do it without this game in front of the house... The guy is probably just deliberately saying this, saying What has been idle for a long time, lie to you."

The little butterfly demon who has learned it has nodded at this time.

"Well, don't say it, it's been out for a few days." Long Xiru said quickly at this time: "Hurry back to the hospital, you should have accumulated a lot of sickness."

Xiaodie demon nodded and said: "Well! Some medicines of the old man should be almost finished, to be added... Hey! Dragon sister, there seems to be the smell of snow lotus, I will go see!"

It's not that I haven't learned anything. I just do things in the pet hospital. In the daily life, the little butterfly demon will take the initiative to learn some pharmacological knowledge - and the speed of learning is very fast.

Long Xiruo did not know this knowledge, but also taught a lot - watching the little butterfly demon opened a colorful butterfly wing to fly to a nearby snow peak, the real dragon of China is not in a hurry.

It is already Shenzhou, and her heart will naturally be bigger... The real dragon of Shenzhou suddenly took out the music box obtained from the castle.

At the time of the castle she tried to use all her strength and failed to open... she seemed to plan to try again.

So, the real dragon of Shenzhou took a deep breath, then grabbed the music box with both hands... Her control of power has reached its peak, and there is no trace of leakage. Even if there is no such thing as full force, it will bring the earth to shake.

It’s just that she’s even blushing at the moment, still can’t shake the music box’s points – she’s already in China, and the power of the dragon is endless!

"This broken thing in the end..." Shenzhou Zhenlong, who gave up again, slowly vomited and sat down in the same place.

Do you want to clear the debts, and then use the ability of the intelligence channel to ask what is the origin of this play?

However, this idea quickly gave Long Xiruo a negation - if he said that he would not know what to use the intelligence channel, then the guy who did not know, said that the real dragon in China did not believe it?

She always feels that something happened to her while she got the music box - and this thing, she just insincerely can't let Luo Qiu, who represents the store, know - at least, not at the moment.

However, it is strange to say that she has returned to China at this time, but it seems that she has not been called for debt. Luo Qiu said that she is not in a hurry and can wait for her to return to China after the settlement of the account.

But now that I am back, there is no hint... The real dragon in China can't help but swear: "Dead guy, it's still a little conscience..."

This sly words just talked, and suddenly there was something falling on the top of the real dragon in China - falling directly in the snow in front of her.

It is a needle with a thick arm.

The real dragon of Shenzhou smashed, and then stood up suddenly, stepping on the needles on the snow, and screamed: "Slag man!! Spicy chicken!! Go to hell!!!" ”

The syringe is not bad, and it can never be trampled forever - even if it is trampled, it will automatically recover... After the answer, the Shenzhou real dragon is not a taste.

"I won't smoke! I have the ability to come and smoke my blood in person!" The real dragon of China sneaked a sigh: "The old lady is now going to pay the bill, you bite me!"

The syringe just lay quietly in the snow.

Long Xi Ruo squatted and threw it out into the snow-capped peaks of the mountains - only a short time later, the syringe would return automatically - she really had no choice but to let the play flow down.

Just at this time.

"This is a ghost place? Why is the content of the magic element so low..."

Not far away, I saw the golden dragon Favna staggered and stood up, then licked his head - not just the head, it always felt like it was once who had bones removed, the pain of the whole body is no less than A big fight.

Finally, Favna, who looked around, saw the Shenzhou Real Dragon standing on his own for more than ten meters.

Favner subconsciously shuddered, but it still hasn't figured out what the situation is, but I don't know why the eyes of this dead old woman always give it a sense of danger.

Long Xi Ruo suddenly came toward Favna at this time.

"You...what do you want to do?!" Favner stepped back nervously... mainly the real dragon of China. At this time, he still had a big needle in his hand.

"Oh, nothing." I only heard the real dragon of Shenzhou at this time. "I see you seem to be uncomfortable, so I plan to give you some blood to check it out... Don't worry, I won't smoke much. Just pick up a hundred liters."

"No... don't come over!! Ah-!!!"

(End of this chapter)