Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1909 The Traveler in Painting and Two Thousand Years of Innocence

Farrell had been looking at him all the time—this young man with gray hair carrying a big wooden box.

He should be very young, and his gray hair seemed to Farrell to be a message, a sense of vicissitudes.

Crazy knights are often sober. Only at certain times will he know that he needs to be crazy.

What kind of experience is it necessary for people to experience something that should not be experienced at this age at this age?

In Xiaohetan, Momo picked up some dry branches and simply set fire, then scooped up some river water and directly burned it with a small water bottle rack for survival in the wild.

His shoes are very old, probably walking a lot.

"Have some food?" Mo Mo opened the rucksack and took out two dumplings from the inside. "This is the uncle who passed by a farm house and gave me it on the road. The taste is not bad... Zongzi, you know, it's delicious... eat! good! good!"

He uncovered the dumpling leaves on the dumplings, made a delicious gesture, and then put the untied dumplings in front of Farrell, and then folded some branches of himself as chopsticks, and ate in a small bite. .

Farrell just glanced at it and didn't do it.

The bulk of the foreign language is obviously not very useful... the young teacher of Longhu Mountain couldn't help but show some embarrassment.

Mo Mo didn't seem to have a very effective way to communicate with this foreign uncle-just as the Master of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, he quickly came up with his unique skills.

Another bag... a cloth bag, slowly opened.

Farrell frowned at this moment, he could feel that there was a lot of... spirit in this cloth bag.

I saw Mo Mo opened a small cloth bag at this time, something seemed to rush out of it, Mo Mo quickly stretched out his finger and drew something in front of him, and then pointed forward.

He quickly tied the cloth bag, and then looked at Farrell with a slight smile: "Okay, now it should be possible to speak."

Although not very skilled, except for the accent, Farrell can understand the language.

Farrell looked at the young man named Momo in surprise and asked curiously, "How did you do it?"

"How did it..." Mo Mo thought for a while: "This is a bit complicated to say, it's probably...professional skills or the like? I'm a ghost catcher...oh, an exorcist, with some on hand Souls, after they are possessed, can enable some of their abilities during their lifetime. For example, language and the like-there is a foreigner's soul on hand."

"Exorcist?" Farrell murmured.

Mo Mo smiled at random: "You can also treat me like a **** stick, scammers... tricks, and so on. Such things as ghosts, there are believers, but there are no believers. There are ghosts in your heart, look like everything It is Yincaodifu."

"Are you traveling?" Farrell asked suddenly.

This is a calm young man, and Farrell couldn't give up the desire to shoot for a while.

Nothing in this mysterious exorcist youth can provoke the arrogance of human struggle. He sat here, like one of the many stones in the small river beach, completely integrated into one place.

If it weren't for his own style of painting here... he was sitting alone with a wood box in a firewood narration, more like a painting.

A picture called a traveler.

"Looking for something, also looking for someone." Mo Mo slowly chewed the food in his mouth, staring at the sunset with empty eyes. "Are you also coming out to find something."

"How do you know I'm looking for something?" Farrell tilted his head.

"It's just polite words." Mo Mo smiled and said: "Isn't it all like this, the opening remarks and the like, the topic creation and the like...just the kind to ask."

"I am indeed looking for someone." Farrell said coldly.

"That's it." Mo Mo nodded, without further inquiries... He immediately glanced at the dumplings that Farrell hadn't done, and then said: "Eat it, if you don't eat ants, you will crawl over, This place is quite buggy."

"You don't ask who I am looking for?" Farrell continued to ask.

"It's not good to ask," Mo Mo shook his head. "This is your privacy. I'm not interested in exploring the privacy of others... do you really not eat?"

I'm sure, even if it is not a foreign language in bulk, I can't communicate anymore... The crazy knight of Britain still returns to his original intention and intends to communicate with the other party in his own way.

He extended his palm to the firewood, and Mo Mo looked at his move strangely.

I saw that Farrell shook his fist abruptly.

In an instant, it seemed that there were countless roaring evil spirits around, and there were windy masterpieces around. In Momo's sight, Farrell's body was like a black quagmire that had devoured countless evil spirits.

There is a scary monster about to climb out of this muddy quagmire.

The young Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain opened his mouth slightly at the moment-he suddenly slammed the spirits, and at first he collected the two big dumplings.

Only then did a single-handed decision.

Farrell's gaze like a beast has been directly locked on Mo Mo's body, and his fists have followed... However, the young master of Longhu Mountain's palm at this time is like a thunder. Pass by.

A streamer flickered and directly plunged into the forehead of the mad knight.

Farrell stopped.

His fist was still waving, but he couldn't sit still.

The rising wind, like the terrible monster crawling out of the mire, gradually disappeared and disappeared... The swaying firewood fire resumed its calm again.

Momo took out his dumplings again, and one of them was still placed in front of Farrell, eating the one he hadn't finished.

The firewood occasionally made a crackling sound, the twilight faded away, and the crescent moon rose.

He once again changed back to the person in the traveler's landscape painting, but there was just one more Farrell sitting still and waving his fist.

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Snapped--!

It was the sound of firewood burning again.

Farrell slowly opened his eyes and sighed. He put his fist down, looked at Mo Mo in a contemplative manner, frowned, and said, "Why don't you shoot while I'm distracted?"

"You and I have no innocence, why should I shoot?"

Mo Mo had finished eating his dumplings. At this time, he was lying on the wooden chest with his hands on his hands and tilted his legs, looking at the bright moon in the sky with ease and contentment. Pause... It's dangerous to disturb a tiger to sleep."

"What was it just now?" Farrell thought.

Mo Mo casually said: "Qingxin curse, a kind of Taoism that can make people sleep well... magic and the like. When I am insomnia, I often use it on myself, which is more effective than sleeping pills. But it is still not as good as drinking. intoxicating."

With that said, Momo took out a small hip flask, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, then threw it to Farrell.

"I did get a good night's sleep." Farrell took the hip flask, but did not drink it, but said indifferently: "One hundred years."

Mo Mo was stunned, and looked at Farrel with some surprise, and immediately smiled and said: "That uncle, you have maintained very well, you haven't slept for a hundred years, and there are no dark circles."

"This battle, the future." Farrell said suddenly.

Mo Mo only chuckled bitterly, then stretched out his hand and waved freely under the night... But for a moment, a golden light spell appeared in the night out of nowhere, and then slowly drifted to Farley In front of Seoul.

"Can be used three times." Mo Mo said indifferently: "When you can't sleep, just stick it on your head."

Farrell took it, silenced for a moment, then said indifferently: "Why help me?"

"Like the gods like us, talking about fate." Mo Mo smiled and smiled: "Acquaintance is fate...just as a good fate."

"Thanks."

Yu Yin curled.

When Momo looked back, Farrell was gone.

As for when he left, Momo was not able to accurately grasp it, "It's really a dangerous uncle... I am fucking, my wine!"

In addition to the uncle, he also had his hip flask.

"It's a loss!"

Mo Mo shouted in pain, and then sighed... Shaking his head, looking at the moonlight, Mo Mo got up and opened the big wooden box.

There was a teenager with a complexion-like face falling asleep.

Momo fetched some water from the river, and then took out a towel to get wet, and then began to gently wipe the cheek of the teenager, softly said: "Come out and shine the moonlight, Zhaner...

The night is vast.

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The car was driven by himself. At this time, apart from Yan Xiaoxi, Mr. Gareth and his subordinate knights, there was only the body of the confirmed White Tiger tribe.

"This gentleman is also a member of your authority?" Mr. Gareth asked, looking at the youth figure.

"He is my brother, picture open." Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently: "But not under the authority of the Divine State Administration...My brother is a casual person."

"But it is very suitable for this action." Mr. Gareth chuckled softly. "Your brother shot, you can avoid the sight of many people."

Yan Xiaoxi did not speak, but his face was not good-looking.

The imperial power is one of the leaders of the action team in the administration, but it acts privately under the umbrella of the administration... This can not help but make Yan Xiaoxi officially have the status within the administration.

The reason why it was proposed to recruit a group of demon clan members to join the administration every ten years was for the purpose of being inclusive. In these years, it has indeed included a lot of demon clan who are willing to be loyal, with remarkable results.

But the disadvantages have also been exposed.

Even, what makes Yan Xiaoxi like sitting on a needle blanket is the appearance of Gongsun Shiyu... Could it be that this time is Xuanyuan Palace's penetration of the Shenzhou Administration?

He was unsure, and there was a fog in front of him—especially how many outsiders were lurking in the authority besides the imperial power of the White Tigers?

"What are you going to do?" Mr. Gareth asked suddenly. "Go back now and clear it?"

Yan Xiaoxi thought for a while and said, "No, I'm not going back yet."

"not going back?"

Yan Xiaoxi nodded and said, "This time I pretend to come out with you, and some people replace my affairs in the command city with my identity... This is just right, I can pull myself out and look at everything in a more comprehensive way. occur."

"You are planning..." Mr. Gareth seemed to think of something.

Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently: "From now on, I will be your knight servant... Mr. Gareth."

"It's such a mess..." Mr. Gareth couldn't help laughing, "Don't forget, the one called Gongsun Shiyu, knows that you are easy to pretend."

"It's okay." Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently: "True and false, just to be able to confuse the enemy... Have I changed it back, let the other party guess."

At this time, the young man driving in front of him opened his head and smiled, blinking and said: "There are also me, please advise me!"

"...You're welcome."

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"...It seems like a lot happened today?"

When Fire Cloud Evil God returned to the command center of the Administration, the building was clearing the scene after the explosion.

"Master Huoyun, you are finally back!"

Several agents who stayed behind the scene and directed the aftermath came one after another...the backbone, this is the real backbone of the administration.

"What's going on here?" Fire Cloud Evil God frowned and asked.

The cause and effect are said again.

"The envoys surrounding the knight's organs?" Huoyun Evil God shook his head immediately: "Let Yan Xiaoxi the stupid guy immediately withdraw me... What's this called? It's just a nonsense!"

Everyone is silent... they haven't even seen the Huoyun Advisor have such anger.

"Send Yan Xiaoxi back to me immediately!" The Fire Cloud Evil God sneered at this moment: "After the people bring back, they will shut me directly and take a good look!"

"This... will this be too heavy? Besides, the summit meeting will start in another ten hours, this time..."

"I am the chief person in charge of this meeting." Huoyun Evil God said indifferently: "From now on, I will deal with everything. Send me an apology letter to the mission of the knighthood, and summon all the team leaders and above. People at the level come to the meeting room, I have a meeting. Overtime pay, no!"

"...I know, I know!"

It is indeed a master of Section Chief Yan, and in the matter of not paying overtime, it really is the same line!

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Fengdu, as you say [Yudu], for tourists, there are legends of gods and ghosts in the land of China for thousands of years.

The local government has also vigorously developed scenic spots in the capital city using legends as resources.

But if tourists really want to experience the real "ghost town" scenery, rumors still have to wait until night, but also when they are out of luck.

Of course, this is just some comments from the tour guides.

Even at night, the city is still brightly lit... except for the palaces that are tourist attractions.

The night and the mountains, as well as the shallow water mist, have hidden these ancient buildings in half, and then the awe in people's hearts has hidden the other half, making this place extremely peaceful.

The moon rose, and a quietly landed on the stairs of the "Ghost Kingdom", and then slowly climbed up.

The real dragon of Shenzhou had just stepped past the gate of the "Ghost Kingdom", and the mountain that had been painted black suddenly became bright in an instant.

Starting from this, all the red and green lights climbed up the mountain, and on the ancient streets, various forms of wandering souls walked back and forth...They come from different dynasties and history, but now they are very harmoniously integrated in this Among the mysterious ghost cities.

The power of the true dragon is evil, and she walks in the ghost town. If you do not converge this power, I am afraid that the ghosts along the way will be directly scattered and the smoke disappears.

Just be careful.

Long Xiruo frowned, and walked directly towards the main hall of the ghost town... Because of the relationship of covering up the Taoism, the ghosts that shuttled back and forth were only as if she were a new kid in the ghost town, not too much Concerned.

"Yangchun Noodles! Delicious Yangchun Noodles!"

"Ice sugar gourd, sugar man, sugar painting! Paint!"

"Look clearly, this is a real chest broken stone! The chest is filled with mountains and rivers, broken life!"

Just like back to ancient times.

But there are also guys wearing trendy clothes and neon-shining shops.

"This is Roland! The newly recovered beautiful man from the store in the past 3,000 years...Ms, would you like to come in and play? We have all kinds of boys here!"

"When did you even open the duck shop..."

The real dragon of Shenzhou was in front of a particularly eye-catching shop.

Inside the shop window in front of the store are two male models with distinct muscles who are only wearing black tights.

"Miss! Is this your first time? I'll break your bones when you come in and consume!"

Looking at the guy wearing a suit embroidered with money patterns in front of him, rubbing his hands, the real dragon of China snorted softly and looked disdainful.

"Don't like these? We still have a few [faceless ghosts] here, which can provide special services! We can tailor a suitable style for you, as long as you want, no matter what type, you can meet, and absolutely Can let you do whatever you want!"

"Customized and customized?"

The real dragon of China couldn't help but swallow quietly, and suddenly someone's face flashed in his mind...stepping subconsciously.

Just now, the real dragon of Shenzhou turned away instantly with supreme concentration.

Pooh! How can you visit the duck shop!

"Bah, dead and poor! There is no money to see anything!" The man with the money pattern on his suit suddenly cursed behind him.

The real dragon of Shenzhou, the power of the real dragon in the body will leak out at a glance-but at this time, Long Xiruo's eyes can't be moved away, and the whole person stands in a daze.

"I'm going to... what kind of shop can I really customize?"

The real dragon of Shenzhou stared at the figure in front of the cupboard of the duck shop... It was like the man flashed in her mind.

She opened her mouth and felt it was terrifying... She subconsciously walked in front of the figure, reached out and pinched the other person's cheek, and said incredulously: "How did you do it? You can actually read me thought!?"

"Miss Long, I didn't read your mind."

"Huh... I pretended to be quite like it, and I even learned to look like the tone of the expression!" The real dragon of China suddenly snorted, and then his face suddenly changed dramatically.

Because she soon discovered something... Except for herself, neither the male model in front of the duck shop nor the manager seemed to see this happening.

"You, you, you... really you?!!!"

"Good evening, Miss Long."

The real dragon of China suddenly took a breath, and then his scalp tingled, "You... don't get me wrong, I didn't visit the duck shop..."

"Miss Long did not go in, just wandered in front of the door... nothing."

The real dragon of Shenzhou couldn't help but look black.

It's over... the innocent body of the old lady for more than two thousand years!

(End of this chapter)