Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 2092 The Fallen Night

"Then, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow! Remia!"

The girls came back on the bus rented by the college, and they disbanded in the dormitory area.

Remia walked towards her room after saying goodbye to her companions, but when she passed the courtyard, someone called her.

"Da Xiu! Are you waiting for me here specially?"

Seeing that the person sitting on the bench in the yard was her elder brother, Remia immediately relaxed and walked to her brother's side happily.

"I heard that your parade is over. I want to come back, so I'm waiting for you here." Daxiu rubbed Remia's head at this time: "I have helped you with your custom-made clothes. Take it back."

"Really!" Remia's eyes lit up, "I'm still worried that I won't be able to catch up. This is really great... Now, Daxiu, I have something for you too."

"What is this?" Da Xiu looked at the bag Remia was holding with curiosity.

"It's a specialty of [Dawn City]!" Lemia whispered at this time: "When we were resting today, the president of [Dawn City] came to visit us and brought some special pastries to us. ...I thought it would be nice if Daxiu could eat it too, so I secretly took more, hehe."

"You!" Daxiu couldn't help but smiled helplessly, "This way, how to be a saint girl."

"Anyway, the first time I ran with me, it doesn't matter!" Lemia smiled: "You try it, it's really delicious, if I slow down, I can't get it, those guys, One is better than the other."

When she was talking, Remia even licked her lips, as if she was aftertaste.

Upon seeing this, the boy said that he should let the girl stay for her own food, but the girl finally insisted on giving it away.

Remia said that everything can be shared with Daxiu because it is a relative.

"Remia, if... I said if, if you saw me at the Holy Maiden Ceremony, what would you do?" the boy suddenly asked at this moment.

"Isn’t it normal for Daxiu to come to support me during the holy girl’s ceremony?" Remia asked Wen in confusion, and immediately raised her face. "Or, Daxiu, you didn’t plan to come to see that day. Me! I will be angry! Be angry for two... a month! I won’t talk to you!"

Daxiu's lips moved, and then he patted Lemia's shoulder gently, "Okay, I've been tired all day, go back to rest, and I will participate in the second round of the Holy Girl Ceremony tomorrow. In a good state, don’t run the last one even if it’s just an escort."

"Good!" The girl smiled sweetly.

"Remember to brush your teeth, I ate so many desserts today!" The boy exhorted.

He watched Remia return to the dormitory...he didn't go to the boys' dormitory area until the room was lit.

But just as he opened the door and walked into the room, the boy froze suddenly.

I saw a tall figure in the room, standing by the window at this time... Da Xiu couldn't help but shake his lips slightly, and finally lowered his head and silently closed the door of the room.

The tall figure slowly turned around, but it was Teacher Isabel wearing a pure white suit.

The teacher Isabel at this time not only wore a male suit, but even **** his long hair... and even gave people a handsome feeling.

Teacher Isabel looked at the bag that Daxiu had put on the table and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Western cakes...I bought them for food." Da Xiu squeaked, not saying that this was left to her by Remia.

"Oh?" Instructor Isabel opened her eyes casually... She suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled: "If a girl eats sweets all night, she will gain weight."

"I am not..."

But when I saw Teacher Isabel opened the box containing the cakes, he drew up some cream with his fingers and wiped it on his lips, and then printed it directly on the boy's lips like a sneak attack.

The suffocating sweet smell...Da Xiu stopped breathing, his eyes widened, his body stiffened and then gradually softened.

In the end, Teacher Isabel licked his lips and said with a chuckle: "It is now, you are my girl."

Daxiu took a deep breath, and his voice trembled: "Teacher Isabel, if...if I promise you and appear in the ceremony, then...then the next Holy Maiden ceremony, you can really make Remia win the championship. Well?"

"Why, as a senior judge of the Holy Girl Ceremony, do you think I have this ability?" Teacher Isabel said with a faint smile, "Are you questioning me?"

"I... I didn't mean that." Daxiu shook his head, and then sighed, "I just hope that you can keep your promise. I... I will attend the second round tomorrow, as you like."

"I don't like the way you are now." Teacher Isabel shook his head.

Da Xiu bit, then slowly turned around, took out some women's clothes from the closet, and walked silently into the bathroom.

"tasty."

Teacher Isabel chuckled lightly at this time, then picked up another cake, put it in his mouth, and ate it in small bites.

As she ate, she finished eating the cakes which were not many in the box. She seemed to lick her fingers intently-but soon, her attention was diverted.

Because Da Xiu had walked out again... as Daphne, appeared in front of her.

...

...

Francis Hotel, the floor covered by Mr. President.

In the dimly lit room, even though there is a layer of gauze, you can still see Miaoman's back, sitting on President Bailang's body at this time, violently ups and downs.

At this moment, the President arbitrarily stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of red and white capsules from the box next to it, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

"Don't know who it is yet."

Amidst the women’s desperate cry, Mr. President’s voice suddenly rang-and at this time, on the other side of the screen, the man in sunglasses shook his head, "Is a resident of [Free City], we have no right to visit him Destiny."

"What do you want to do." Mr. President's voice began to look a little dull.

"I suggest to keep the person for the time being. There is always a way for him to open his destiny." The man in sunglasses thought for a while and said, "Or [contain] him, this is the simplest and safest way."

Mr. President said: "Do you think he came by himself, or someone else instructed him to come."

"This..." The man with sunglasses hesitated for a moment, "No one should know."

"That Lord Langdu, didn't you come to [City of Dawn] before." Mr. President's voice began to become a bit rapid.

Soon, Mr. President sighed slowly.

At the same time, the figure of Miaoman has collapsed under his feet, breathing absent-mindedly-these two guys have been playing games on the chair.

"He is not an angel, he is just an ordinary person, sir." The man with sunglasses thought about it.

"We are just ordinary people, aren't we." Mr. President stood up, but he grabbed a handful of pills in the box and put it in his mouth. "It's ordinary people, and you shouldn't be like God. "

"The intruder..."

"Use [Holy Water]." Mr. President said casually.

The man with sunglasses said: "Will it be too wasteful? As long as you give more time, I can handle it."

Mr. President said indifferently: "In my opinion, there is no saying that there is no waste, only the difference between useful and useless. You know, precious things, if they are left unused, they are useless."

"I understand." The man in sunglasses nodded.

Mr. President said: "Tonight's entertainment program ends here. Send this Miss Yulia back to rest. She will participate in the second round tomorrow. It's not good to be in a bad state."

After all, this [Dawn City] president walked out of the gauze...to the shower room.

Although he was a man with an old face, the president's physique was extremely strong... his steel-like muscles made even the man in sunglasses feel ashamed.

The man in dark glasses silently looked at the back of the President...Looking at the tattoo of a huge ouroboros on the back of the President, he was silent for a while before he withdrew his gaze.

There was already the sound of splashing in the bathroom, and the man in sunglasses said calmly, "Miss Yulia, how are you?"

The woman was already neatly dressed, and slowly opened the gauze and walked out with a submissive expression on her face.

Really a stunning stunner.

The man in sunglasses said in his heart, but he didn't take a second look.

Because the president doesn't like what others are thinking about him...very much.

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...

A sound of knocking over something awakened Sister Celion.

Sleepiness struck, and the nun, who had fallen asleep halfway through, opened her eyes and saw the seriously injured person, who had fallen to the ground.

I overturned the cup, and the water has been exposed to the ground.

"You're awake, sir!" Sister Celion quickly helped the seriously injured person up. "Do you want to drink water? Wait, I'll pour you another glass right away."

"This...what is this place..." The seriously injured man made a hoarse voice.

The nun poured a glass of water at this time, and the seriously injured drank it hurriedly.

"Are you better?" While Sister Celion asked with concern, she also replied: "This is an orphanage. You fell in front of our door before you fell unconscious. Do you still have an impression, sir?"

"I think... I remember..." The seriously injured nodded slowly: "Thank you... nun."

"Who are you?" Sister Celion asked quickly at this time: Why are you so badly burned that you still don't want to go to the hospital? If your wound is not handled well here, it will definitely become inflamed, which is very troublesome. "

"Can't go..." The seriously injured shook his head hard, "I will be found... Then, I will..."

Sister Celion hesitated: "Those who are chasing you?"

The seriously injured nodded, and his face twitched because of the pain with a simple action-Sister Celion had never seen such a terrible burn, but this person was able to endure it, and his willpower was amazing!

"You...who are you?" The nun asked nervously at this time.

"I... I'm not a bad person... let alone hurt... hurt you... don't worry..." The seriously injured person said slowly: "Besides, it's impossible for me to hurt someone else."

The nun's expression relaxed a little, "But in your current situation, I don't guarantee that you will be sent to the hospital for your safety, sir."

"No...no." The seriously injured looked at Sister Celion pleadingly, "But...yes, go to a place...please send me to a place."

"Where?"

The seriously injured said: "Mr. Jia, Calvin...home."

"Mr. Calvin?" Sister Celion couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously said: "There are many people named Calvin, what Calvin do you mean?"

"He... is a... a well-known academic... scholar." The seriously injured man said weakly: "You are from [Free City], you should know."

know!

Sister Celion knew it instantly. She was called Calvin, and she was also a famous scholar. The only thing she could think of was that in the [Free City], even [saint] would be polite. Monk University!

Not only that, this Caled writer is also the honorary professor of [Freedom City Academy].

In addition, Sister Celion had also heard from Mr. Azaches that the Calder was his former mentor.

"Quick...send me...it's late...coming...not enough..."

"Eh? Sir, don't you faint?"

In the middle of the night, why did she carry a big man to the university's residence... The taxi fare is very expensive, OK?

There is no way to work tonight!

"Mr. Asaches is so true, why haven't you come back now! Didn't you go to the fish pond to go fishing quietly in the middle of the night?!"

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...

The moment he recovered his sobriety, Mr. Asaches first rubbed the back of his aching head... He felt that perhaps his head was broken.

He tried to stand up and looked around, but suddenly saw a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at him stubbornly at this time.

Mr. Asaches suddenly took a breath-not only because of these bloodshot eyes, but also because of the appearance of the owner of these eyes.

This is a mummy-like guy who is not wrapped in gauze anywhere on his body... Moreover, even if he is wrapped in gauze, he can still see blood in many places.

This guy is also burned?

Mr. Asaches thought subconsciously-even though there are many possibilities for being wrapped around gauze, he still subconsciously thought of the injury from the fire, because before he came, he... Sister Celion was picking it up at the entrance of the orphanage. To a.

I just don't know why this guy in front of me was handcuffed to a chair?

"Brother, you were also arrested by them?" Mr. Asathes quickly walked to the **** of this gauze-wrapped guy.

But when he just approached, the guy in front of him who was wrapped in gauze was struggling with excitement suddenly, rushing towards Azaches in an aggressive posture-but he was trapped by handcuffs and fetters and could only keep on Shook the chair.

At this moment, the door of the room opened with a click.

I saw a man with sunglasses walking in directly... Upon seeing this, Mr. Asaches quickly picked up a handicraft placed on a cabinet on the side and held it up!

But this play didn't seem to be offensive, and Mr. Asaches quickly put it down again. Only then did he copy something more offensive-the ashtray.

"Don't come here! I'm very accurate in smashing people!"

The man in sunglasses didn't say a word, but casually pulled out a black pistol...loaded it.

Mr. Asaches showed a bright smile, slowly put the ashtray back to its original place, and finally wiped it clean with his sleeve...

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PS1: (1/1)

PS2: In fact, it's still the cuteness of that man.

(End of this chapter)