Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1431 Cat and Mouse
After dinner, Nero slipped out of the manor quietly—of course, she didn't think that her behavior was hidden from anyone...how could the boss and the maid miss not know?

She actually has relative freedom... Sometimes Nero also thinks, perhaps this relative freedom is far more relaxed than he imagined.

At least, so far, the one who is the master has not specifically asked her what she needs to do, what she should do... She has not even asked her to fulfill her own obligations as a black soul messenger.

So Nero felt that even a black soul messenger could actually live like a salted fish.

"No rest?"

Just after leaving the manor, Nero ran into Da Zhe who was swinging a sword in a small forest outside the manor.Da Zhe took the initiative to say hello.

"The black soul messenger doesn't seem to need to rest, does it?" Nero asked back, leaning against the tree trunk.

Dazhe weighed the Zhanlu sword in his hand, and suddenly said: "Exercise?"

Nero waved his hands in disgust, "I like to abuse people, I don't like being abused."

This is very real, Da Zhe smiled, in fact, before the boss and Miss You Ye arrived, it was Nero who pestered him every day to fight.

Nero suddenly flew up, planning to leave from here, Dazhe asked curiously: "Where are you going?"

"Abusive!" Nero looked back and smiled, "Da Zhe Ouba, thank you for helping me walk in front of Aunt Youye this afternoon, and I'll blow you a kiss~~"

A black mist spewed out from Nero's mouth, transformed into the shape of a small heart, slowly floated in front of Dazhe, and then suddenly dispersed - it was a black love heart.

"Mommy..."

Da Zhe shook his head, and then continued to swing his sword, as if living a life.

……

After the restaurant closed, Mr. Smith didn't return home until almost ten o'clock in the evening.In the afternoon, Mrs. Elura called her and said that Joe had returned home...although Mr. Smith didn't know when Joe slipped away from under his nose.

He actually still felt that Joe, who was only five years old, was a bit too naughty...even though it was in such a small town.

He wanted to have a good conversation with Joe, but found that Joe had fallen asleep, so he had no choice but to give up... He was chatting with his mother, Mrs. Elura, and his wife, Debra, in the hall.

Mrs. Elura said that she became much better today, as if she was ten years younger.Mr. Smith thinks it may be because of mood.

His wife, Debra, was snuggling in Mr. Smith's arms at this time, and Mr. Smith was gently stroking his wife's bulging belly. The family occasionally talked about unimportant but contented things.

Unknowingly, Mrs. Elura, who was weaving towels, seemed to be sleepy, so she fell asleep—as did Mr. Smith, who had been working all day.

The kitchen was boiling water—of course the water hadn't boiled yet, but the wind in the middle of the night was blowing the curtains... The swaying curtains seemed to hit the flames on the stove at any moment.

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

It should not pass by again this time, it will definitely hit the fire, when it is raised, it seems to be held by an invisible palm.

Ka-!
But the fire was suddenly turned off—it was Debra who turned off the gas valve directly... It is said that pregnant women are more lethargic, but she didn't know when she woke up.

Debra's movements seemed a bit slow. After all, pregnant women who are about to give birth are always inconvenient... She supported her stomach with one hand and went back to the living room. She covered Mrs. Alura and her husband, Mr. Smith, with blankets respectively. He quietly opened the door of Joe's room and took a look.

She tried her best not to disturb her family, even when pouring water to drink, she tried to be as light as possible... But it seems that there is something watching Debra from the window - even in the dark night, it will be bright look.

As if feeling the gaze, Debra stared at the night outside the window.

She saw a pair of tubular yellow eyes...the eyes of an owl—on the tree in front of her house, there was an owl standing at this moment, watching motionless.

Debra hugged her arms subconsciously, and seemed to feel a bit of coolness... She suddenly lost her mind, and she didn't think about anything in particular, nor did she think about anything.

"Look at what?"

The figure of her husband, Mr. Smith, came from behind, and at the same time he brought a shawl... While putting the shawl on his wife, Mr. Smith hugged his wife from behind, and then looked out the window.

"It seems... nothing." Debra noticed that the owl on the tree seemed to have disappeared, maybe it had flown away, and she pressed her face against her husband's, "It was just in a daze for a while."

"Go back to your room and rest, it's too late." The husband said softly.

Debra nodded and followed her husband back to the room.

At this time, a small shadow flashed past the window...it seemed to be a black cat.

If Mr. Smith had paid attention, he should have recognized it. This black cat seemed to be the one he had encountered during the day.

The black cat didn't run very far...it soon came to the road.

Here, there is someone——who is standing here in a black dress.The black cat came in front of this figure, and jumped on top of it with a vigorous jump.

Wearing a black dress, it folded its hands and embraced the black cat into its arms——it took out the pocket watch from the dress at this time, opened it, and looked at the time.

Then he put away the pocket watch, and then slowly walked to the door of Mr. Smith's house—only when it was about to reach out to touch the door of this house, it stopped suddenly.

I saw a black light, shot out from the ground like lightning, and hit it in the middle - but at the moment when the black lightning hit it, its body and the black cat also turned into a wisp of black smoke , disappeared.

The black lightning circled over Mr. Smith's house and then slowly fell, turning into the shape of Yan Modao, and inserted obliquely into the soil.

A few seconds later, a white palm pulled Yan Modao from the ground, and casually carried it on his shoulder... Nero looked at the door of Mr. Smith's house in front of him, and whispered: "It's really fast! ..."

She yawned, then jumped onto the roof of Mr. Smith's house, lay down directly, looked at the dim moonlight, and closed her eyes, as if falling asleep.

It wasn't until dawn that she buried Yan Modao in Mr. Smith's house again, and then she flew back slowly towards the manor without waking up.

……

"Where's the boss?"

When Nero returned to the manor, he saw that there was still breakfast on the table, so he picked it up and ate it without saying a word.

"Boss and Miss You Ye have gone to school." Dazhe who was reading the newspaper said casually, "I really want to talk about enrolling."

Nero blinked, looking thoughtful, "That's right, the boss seems to be here to go to school... Is school fun?"

"Have you never been to school?" Dazhe asked subconsciously.

Nero shrugged and said, "I've attended the instructor's training class, doesn't that count?"

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

Nero showed a bright smile and said, "Catching mice~It's fun~"

"Really." Da Zhe nodded, obviously not paying much attention... He folded the newspaper in his hand, and then planned to take care of the back garden, "By the way, the one who finished eating at the latest is responsible for brushing bowl……"

Before he could say this, Nero was so floating that he couldn't even see his shadow.

Dazhe didn't care, he just insisted on finishing the sentence, "...that's what the boss said, the person who eats last is responsible for cleaning the dishes."

Nero, who had disappeared, appeared from the wall with a sad face at this time, and ran back obediently with his head downcast—washing the dishes.

……

……

After the flash, they appeared in a snowy peak, and one step forward would officially step into the territory of China—it was really only one step forward.

So without any hesitation, Long Xiruo directly took a step forward - in just an instant, an unbelievably large and continuous force began to flow into the body of the Shenzhou True Dragon.

"It's still comfortable to be home." Long Xiruo stretched her waist, feeling that even if she fought with that scheming maid for another [-] rounds, she wouldn't be afraid at all!
"Hey! So there are [coordinates] here too!" Luo Pianlu looked around, and then asked curiously: "Sister Long, why did we go so far to the [Inhuman Domain] last time?"

"This should be the [coordinates] that Huiyao made temporarily." Long Xiruo thought for a while and said, "It's impossible for me not to know that there is this thing in front of my house... That guy probably just said that on purpose, saying What has been idle for a long time, just cheating you."

Xiaodie Yao, who had learned to behave well, nodded obediently at this time.

"Okay, let's stop talking, I've been out for several days." Long Xiruo said quickly at this time: "Hurry up and go back to the hospital, there should be a lot of sick cases."

Xiaodie Yao nodded and said: "Yes! Some old men should have almost finished their medicines, and they need to replenish... Eh! Sister Long, there seems to be a smell of snow lotus over there, I'll go and have a look!"

It's not like she didn't learn anything, just doing odd jobs in the pet hospital, Xiaodie Yao will also take the initiative to learn some pharmacology knowledge in daily life - and the learning speed is very fast.

Long Xiruo was not stingy with this knowledge, but imparted a lot of it—seeing the little butterfly demon spread its colorful butterfly wings and fly towards a nearby snow peak, the real dragon of Shenzhou was not in a hurry.

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

While in the castle she tried with all her might and couldn't open it... She seemed to be about to try again.

Therefore, the real dragon of Shenzhou took a deep breath, and then grabbed the music box with both hands at the same time... to activate its power.Her control of power has reached its peak, and she has not leaked the slightest bit, and there is no so-called full-strength shot that will cause the earth to shake.

It's just that she has even blushed at this moment, and still can't pry the music box at all - she is already in the Divine Land, and the power of the real dragon is endless!
"What the hell is this shit..." The Shenzhou True Dragon who gave up again slowly let out a breath, and sat down on the spot, resting his chin.

Do you want to clear the debt, and then use the ability of the information channel to ask what is the origin of this game?
But this idea was quickly rejected by Long Xiruo - if he said that no matter what he asked through the information channel, that guy would not know, how about saying that the real dragon of Shenzhou doesn't even believe him?

She always felt that something happened to her when she got the music box—and she just had an intuition that she couldn't let Luo Qiu, who represented the shop, know about this matter—at least, not at the moment.

But it's strange to say that she has already returned to Shenzhou at this time, but she doesn't seem to have the intention of being called for debt... Luo Qiu said that she is not in a hurry, and can settle the accounts after she returns to Shenzhou.

But now that he has returned, there is no hint... The real dragon of Shenzhou couldn't help muttering: "Damn guy, you still have a bit of conscience..."

Just when the muttering words were spoken, something suddenly fell from the top of the Shenzhou True Dragon—it fell directly into the snow in front of her.

It was a needle as thick as an arm.

The real dragon of Shenzhou was stunned, then stood up abruptly, stepped on the syringe on the snow, and said angrily: "Scumbag!! Hot chicken!! Go to hell!!! "

The needle barrel cannot be trampled, and it will never be trampled. Even if it is trampled, it will recover automatically... After getting this answer, the Shenzhou True Dragon became more and more uncomfortable.

"I won't smoke it anymore! If you have the ability, come and draw my blood yourself!" The real dragon from Shenzhou snorted and said, "I'm planning to renege on my debt now, you bite me!"

The syringe just lay quietly in the snow.

Long Xiruo picked it up and threw it forcefully towards the snow peaks of the mountains - but after a while, the syringe would return automatically - she really had no choice but to shed the thing.

Just now.

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

Not far away, the golden dragon Fafnir stood up unsteadily, then rubbed his head—not just his head, it always felt as if it had been torn apart by someone, and the pain in his whole body was no less than There was a big fight.

Finally, Fafnir, who was looking around, saw the True Dragon of China standing a dozen meters away and staring at him.

Fafnir shivered subconsciously. Although it hadn't figured out what was going on, it didn't know why the eyes of the dead old woman in front of it always gave it an indescribable sense of danger.

At this moment, Long Xiruo suddenly walked towards Fafnir.

"You...what do you want to do?!" Fafnir backed up nervously... The main reason is that the appearance of the real dragon of Shenzhou still holding a large needle in his hand at this time is too frightening.

"Oh, it's nothing." Only Shenzhou's real dragon said blankly at this time: "I see that you seem to have some discomfort, so I plan to draw some blood for you to test... Don't worry, I won't draw much. Yes, just a few hundred liters will do.”

"No...don't come here!! Ah——!!!"

(End of this chapter)