Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1912 scored twice

"...Tianxin Laogui, how much success do you have left?" Shen Zhen's real dragon suddenly asked, knocking sideways.

The Tianxin of the 70th generation said indifferently: "It is not as good as the one-tenth of the time when Tianxin and Tianyan are still there."

"Then you haven't figured out the ghost town is the same?" Long Xiruo frowned.

The seventy generation Tianxin said: "It's just a matter of saying nothing, and what kind of scourge can't be learned. This ghost town can be safe and sound. In the end, it is the cautious character of Lord Xiao who plays a bigger role...if Lord Cheng is improper One thing, the results may have been different."

Shen Zhen’s real dragon pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Do you know why I came to see you?"

The seventy generation Tianxin smiled and said, "It's not always because of the reminiscence of old people. People in the world are looking for old men, nothing more than things... There is a sign here. If Master Long Jun thinks clearly, he shakes out the sign. bring it on."

In the seventies, Tianxin waved his hand, and a wooden tube filled with signatures and signs was added on the stone table of the pavilion. "It is not necessarily accurate. The right should be used as a reference. Lord Longjun does not need to worry about it."

She looked at the sign in front of her, and held out her hand after a while... but when she was about to grab the sign, she suddenly withdrew her hand: "Forget it, I don't want to harm you."

The seventy generation Tianxin smiled and said, "They all say that they have leaked their luck, and they have no good ending. My husband, I have no good ending, I become a wandering ghost, and I will continue to breathe. It will only be like this in the future, and it will not be worse... That's it. The cloth path is gone, and the old man is useless for me to stay."

The real dragon of Shenzhou frowned, "Your disciple Qing Xiazi is not still wandering outside."

Seventy-generation Tianxin Dao said: "After Mount Tai, Qing Xiazi has nothing to do with the cloth road, even though Tian Xintian's eyes are on Qing Xiazi's body, and has nothing to do with the old man... The mission of cloth road is over, the princess of Xuanyuan Palace Your Highness has already spoken that there should be no more clothed paths in this world. In this case, let the clothed road be in the hands of the old man and usher in a real end."

"You..." The real dragon of Shenzhou was startled.

"Let my husband take the last word for Lord Longjun."

With that, the seventy generations of Tianxin waved their hands, and the signatures on the signposts were shot out instantly.

"You keep this hexagram!" Long Xiruo frowned and swept away these signatures one by one.

Unexpectedly, the eyes of the seventy generation Tianxin suddenly showed a glimmer of light, reaching out and directly grabbing one from the sign that was scattered, and said loudly: "Thank you Master Longjun for giving the sign!"

"Tianxin old ghost, you!!!" Long Xiruo was shocked instantly.

"Please listen to the signing!" Tianxin of the seventy generations held up the signing in his hands with both hands, holding his head high, and said loudly: "Six and nine signing, winning! Two scores!"

"Don't read it!" The real dragon of Shenzhou was instantly shining.

However, this strong golden light has not yet been released, and the seventy-generation Tianxin has collapsed in an instant, leaving only his voice.

"Poetry said: Winter has always been plum on the mountain, and Ye Luozhi will never be destroyed. But Deyang Spring is quietly anxious, and I will still be the flower prince... When the spring comes, the color will be in it. Remember! Old man... go too!"

In an instant, the small bamboo forest of Wan Gui Tower instantly turned into a thick white mist.

When the power of the real dragon completely dispelled the white mist, there was chaos and darkness in front of him. Long Xiruo breathed out slowly, only to see a sign on his head slowly fell, and finally fell into her hand.

"Why is that necessary?"

She smiled bitterly.

Although things of Taishan passed, although Qing Xiazi shouldered the sin after Lai Caisheng left... But Tianxin of the seventies finally chose to stop this sect's fault again.

"Several decades ago, you also survived the death of Qingxiazi in exchange for your own death, and now it is the same!" The real dragon of Shenzhou scolded resentfully: "Qingxiazi is your illegitimate child! Old ghost!"

In the empty chaos, there was no response... The seventy generations of Tianxin, after the last hexagram, had already vanished in front of her.

...

In the main hall of the Ghost City Palace, a golden light flashed through, and the real dragon of Shenzhou appeared again in front of Xiao Shengmo and so on.

The changes in the Tower of Ten Thousands of Ghosts naturally cannot escape the silent induction of Xiao Xiao... The Lord of the Ghost City is now deep-faced, and he tentatively asks: "Master Longjun, Mr. Tianxin..."

"From now on, there will be no commoner's path in this world." Long Xiruo said blankly: "Qing Xiazi is no longer a descendant of the commoner's path. He has no relationship with the commoner's path...if Qing Xiazi If you do anything that harms China, let’s just kill it."

"This..." Baidao Dao frowned...and then remained silent.

This seems to be one of the most severe treatments. If you commit another crime, you will kill it again-you will commit another crime... That is to say, has the matter of Mount Tai been exposed?

"Tomorrow's extraordinary meeting is about to be held." Real Dragon of Shenzhou said indifferently: "Nothing, you should attend on time. Xiao Xiao silently, go with you... It's not too early, I will not stay in the ghost town ."

With that said, the real dragon of China directly turned into a streamer, and the night sky escaped, like a meteor, and disappeared instantly.

...

"City Master Xiao... What's going on in the Tower of Ten Thousand Ghosts?" Baidao Daoren spoke in silence.

Xiao Sheng smiled in silence: "I have great respect for Mr. Tianxin. I promised to have Mr. Tianxin. I will never spy on everything in the Tower of Ten Thousand Ghosts...Dao, forgive me for not answering your question."

"...Nothing." Baidao Taoist shook his head and thought for a while: "In any case, since it is the order of Lord Longjun, I will naturally admonish it and try to restrain the people in the Daomen... As for the demon clan, I am afraid I am helpless."

The ghost city is actually part of the demon clan association... However, because of the special nature of the ghost city, the ghost town of Taishan has not been affected at all.

Strictly speaking, the ghost city is not only invincible with the clothed road, but also benefited from the clothed road because of the relationship between the seventy generations of Tianxin who guided the feng shui layout of the ghost city.

"Ghost Race will naturally not embarrass Mr. Tianxin's last disciples."

"So, I'll take a step before I wait." The Hundred-robber Taoist shook his hand and said: "Tomorrow's meeting, Lord Xiao is willing to attend?"

Xiao Sheng waved his hand silently: "This is a matter of the earth, the shadow of this three-inch land, regardless of the matter of the sun, the leader is walking slowly. Regarding the attack on the ghost gate guard, this city will find out by itself , Director Dao, please deal with the meeting first and don’t worry."

"I'll wait too!"

...

A thousand miles.

Thousands of miles above the night sky of the Divine Land, the starry sky, the real dragon of Divine Land stopped alone above the clouds to blow.

Slightly cool.

"It's a second time, a second time...what broken sign? What do you mean to do it twice?" The real dragon of Shenzhou seems to be shattered at this time: "Anyway, you can make it clear... Tianxin old ghost! "

Pooh! Break the sign!

fall!

The real dragon of Shenzhou shook his head, remembering the whirlwind of the Jiuzhou Xuanyuan that he encountered before going out, he planned to run to Xuanyuan Palace before returning home, and ask a question about Gongsun Shiyu.

Before leaving, the real dragon of China dived and picked up the sign that fell out, then turned the circle, turned into a light, and cast it in the direction of the East China Sea of ​​the land of China.

...

"Sir, did something happen?"

In the endless desert, a man with white eyes and closed eyes in a camp of wind and dust, suddenly turned to the side of the sky.

The white-haired man with his eyes closed suddenly stood up.

When they saw his eyes that had never been opened, two lines of tears shed.

Then the man knelt down directly in the east direction, kneeling down on the ground, his head swayed heavily.

The people in the camp looked at this gentleman in surprise... they regarded this gentleman as a god-man, because he always knew the prophet.

"Tonight, don't hurry for the time being." The man stood up at this time, "I want to watch the night."

They don't know why the god-man keeps a vigil and why he keeps a vigil... But since the god-man said so, they did just that.

This gentleman, there is always nothing wrong.

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Because of the city's curfew, by day and night, there were already fewer pedestrians on the street.

On the slightly deserted street, Mr. Jin walked through the old streets blindly.

Along the way, Mr. Jin again beat up a few batches of spirit guys who gathered to worship the extraordinary, dressed up in demon spirits, and cast concrete on the ground to dance... But that's all, there was no special feeling.

He felt.

It's almost time to go back...Mr. Jin thought.

But before going out, I promised that Babe would buy ice cream pudding and go back... Good luck, there are shops on the way back.

By the way, Mr. Jin also bought enough food for everyone for several days.

When passing by an alley, Mr. Jin subconsciously walked in--perhaps, before going back, he was going to beat the spirit guys.

But what disappointed Mr. Jin was that the spirit guy was obviously not up in the awkward time of curfew. In the deserted alley, there was only a dirt dog lying prostrately in the corner.

Chinese pastoral dogs are right.

Mr. Jin walked to the front of this pastoral dog... The pastoral dog didn't even look at him, so he lay on his face listlessly.

"What about your master." Mr. Jin squatted down.

He saw the rope around the neck of the pastoral dog, which meant that the pastoral dog should be kept by someone... However, for Mr. Jin's question, the pastoral dog still ignored it.

"Are you waiting for your master?" Mr. Jin smiled.

This seemed to be his first smile from now on... Mr. Jin even took a piece of bread from the shopping bag, opened it and put it in front of the pastoral dog.

"Are you abandoned?" Mr. Jin asked suddenly.

But I saw that the pastoral dog was still weak at this time... slowly climbed up, and then staggered into the depths of the alley-do not eat.

"It's very spiritual, shouldn't it be a monster." Mr. Jin said suddenly.

The rural dog didn't seem to hear it, and found a more hidden place in the depths of the alley, curled up... like a patient with a lonely autism.

Mr. Jin frowned, and when he was about to take any action, his eyes suddenly fixed.

Mr. Jin stood up instantly.

Outside the alley, I don't know when there will be an extra figure... as if to see him, this figure looks in quietly.

Mr. Jin got up slowly, walked to the exit of the alley, and met with each other. "It shouldn't be the agreed time... what are you looking for me for?"

While speaking, Mr. Jin also looked at the figure in front of him. In front of him was a face that never seemed to smile... For Mr. Jin, the other party was even very young.

Also, this young man's palm is broken, and he is currently carrying a silver prosthetic hand.

Gongsun stopped the water.

This is one of the things Mr. Jin knows best about this young man—the name of his young man. Besides, everything about the other party seems to be a mist to Mr. Jin.

"I'll come to see you and bring you something by the way."

Speaking of youth, Gongsun Zhishui threw a small bottle directly to Mr. Jin.

He took it, holding the small bottle in the palm of his hand, and shaking it gently for a few times... The sound of the pills in the bottle hitting the bottle meant that there were not many pills.

Mr. Jin was silent for a moment, then said indifferently: "I still have."

"Not enough for you to eat." Gongsun Zhishui said indifferently: "According to the amount you should take...and the additional amount you take yourself."

Mr. Jin did not speak, but just quietly closed the bottle, and said indifferently: "What else is there."

"No," Gongsun Zhishui said indifferently, then nodded, "Good night."

He turned away.

Mr. Jin watched the mysterious Gongsun Zhishui disappear in the deserted street like this-just like that day, the mysterious young man suddenly appeared in front of him.

——Do you want revenge... For those extraordinary who have taken away everything from you.

miss you.

He didn't hesitate at the time...None now.

Mr. Jin took a deep breath, his forehead seemed to start to ache again... He seemed to remember something, and suddenly looked into the depths of the alley, and then walked in again.

Came to the sluggish pastoral dog, stretched out the pastoral dog's leash, "Whether you understand it or not, since you are desperate for this world, then follow me, at least you can still talk Eat."

—I’m not desperate for this world.

——I just don’t want to meet people.

——Forget...

The pastoral dog stood up slowly-now it is just a dog, a dog, a dog.

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After leaving Mr. Luo's house and obtaining a small pill with no known use, it simply drove from the world academic witch and ran outside the city.

The so-called clue is only a pill that does not know its purpose and origin... It is time to actively exert subjective initiative and create conditions for yourself!

Let the pill speak for itself!

It sounds incredible, but for the master of the star-creating master who can give life to the star-creating technique, all things can be squeezed...it can only be a trivial matter.

"This is simply a sub-question!"

The car stopped at a place where it could feel the power available, and Nan Xiaonan instantly ran to a squat under an unmanned tree.

Rubbed his fingers and skillfully portrayed the technique of Xingchuang, giving this pill life.

"Speaking... Did I build a kitchen knife in the old castle in Wally?"

When the life of the pill was born, Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but think of the last star creation.

then.

"I am a pill! A pill without emotion! Daqing pill!"

A little life was born.

(End of this chapter)