Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1934 The traveler in the painting and 2000 years of innocence
Farrell has been looking at him—this gray-haired young man with a big wooden box on his back.

He should be young, and the gray hair on his head seems to be a kind of message to Farrell, a sense of vicissitudes.

The mad knight is sober most of the time, and only at certain times does he know that he needs to be crazy.

What kind of experience is needed to make people experience things that are definitely not what this age should experience at such an age?
On the small river beach, Mo Mo picked up some dry branches and simply lit a fire. Then he scooped up some river water and set it up with a small kettle for wild survival.

His shoes are very old, probably from walking a lot.

"Eat something?" Mo Mo opened the rucksack and took out two zongzi from inside, "This is given to me by an uncle passing by a farm, and it tastes good...Zongzi, you know, it's delicious... eat! good! good!"

He uncovered the zongzi leaves on the zongzi, made a delicious gesture, and then put the untied zongzi in front of Farrell, and then he folded some twigs to use as chopsticks, and ate them in small bites .

Farrell just glanced at it, but didn't do anything.

The loose foreign language is obviously not very useful... The young celestial master 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—it's just that, as the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, he quickly showed his unique skills.

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

Farrell couldn't help frowning at this time, he could feel that there were a lot of... spirits in this cloth bag.

At this moment, Mo Mo opened the small cloth bag, and something seemed to rush out of it, but Mo Mo quickly stretched out his fingers to draw something in front of him, and then pointed forward.

He quickly tied the cloth bag, then looked at Farrell with a slight smile and said, "Okay, you should be able to talk now."

Although not very proficient, except for the accent, it is a language that Farrell can understand.

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

"How did you do it..." Mo Mo thought for a while and said, "This is a bit complicated to say, but generally speaking... it's professional skills or something? I'm a ghost catcher... oh, an exorcist, and I have some Souls, after being possessed by them, they can use some of their abilities in life. For example, language and the like—it just so happens that there is a foreigner’s soul on hand.”

"The exorcist?" Farrell murmured in a low voice.

Mo Mo casually smiled and said, "It's okay for you to think of people like me as magic sticks, liars... jugglers, and so on. There are things like ghosts, if you believe them, you don't believe them. People who have ghosts in their hearts look like ghosts in everything. It is the underworld."

"Are you traveling?" Farrell asked suddenly.

This is a very calm young man, and Farrell couldn't feel the desire to make a move for a while.

This mysterious young exorcist didn't have any arrogance capable of inciting people to fight.Sitting here, he is like one of the many stones in the small river beach, completely integrated with this place.

If it wasn't for someone like himself who doesn't fit the style of painting here... He was alone with a wooden box, sitting next to the firewood, and it was more like a painting.

A painting called Traveler.

"Looking for things, and looking for people." Mo Mo slowly chewed the food in his mouth, and looked at Ri Mu with empty eyes, "And you, are you also looking for things?"

"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, opening remarks and so on, topic creation and so on...just asking casually."

"I'm really looking for someone," Farrell said abruptly.

"That's it." Momo nodded, not intending to ask further... He immediately glanced at the zongzi that Farrell hadn't touched, and said, "Eat it, if you don't eat ants or something, you will crawl over. This place is still full of bugs."

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

"It's not good to ask." Mo Mo shook his head and said, "This is your privacy. I'm not interested in exploring other people's privacy...Are you really not eating?"

It's determined, even if it's not in bulk foreign language, it's no longer possible to communicate... The mad knight in Britain still returns to his original intention, intending to communicate with the other party in his own way.

He stretched out his palm towards the firewood, and Momo looked at his move strangely.

I saw Farrell clenched his fist abruptly.

Suddenly, there seemed to be countless roaring evil spirits gushing out from all around, and the surrounding was even more sinister. In Mo Mo's sight, Farrell's body was like a black quagmire that swallowed countless evil spirits.

There is a terrifying monster about to crawl out of this muddy quagmire.

The young celestial master of Longhu Mountain opened his mouth slightly at this moment—he suddenly shivered, and immediately took back the two big rice dumplings.

Then he made a seal with one hand.

Farrell's beast-like gaze has been locked directly on Mo Mo's body, and his fist followed... However, the palm of the sealed palm of the young celestial master of Longhu Mountain slammed like a thunderbolt. pass by.

A stream of light flickered and directly sank into the forehead of the mad knight.

Farrell didn't move.

He was still waving his fists, but just sat still.

The surging wind, like a terrifying monster crawling out of the mire, gradually disappeared... The swaying firewood became calm again.

Mo Mo took out his own zongzi again, and put one in front of Farrell, and he ate the one he hadn't finished yet.

Occasionally, the firewood made a crackling sound, and the twilight gradually faded, and a crescent moon began to rise.

He turned back into the person in the landscape painting of the traveler again, but there was an extra Farrell in the painting who was sitting still and waving his fists.

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Snapped--!
It was the sound of burning sticks again.

Farrell slowly opened his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, put down his fist, looked at Mo Mo in silence, frowned and said, "Why don't you take action while I'm distracted?"

"You and I have no grievances, why should I make a move?"

Mo Mo had already finished eating his zongzi, and he was lying on his hands next to the wooden box with his legs crossed, looking at the bright moon in the sky leisurely, "Besides, I was afraid that I would be beaten up by you, uncle, if I made a sudden move." Dun... disturbing a tiger's sleep is very dangerous."

"What was that just now?" Farrell thought for a while.

Mo Mo casually said: "The spell of clearing the heart, a kind of Taoism that can make people sleep well... magic or something. I often use it on myself when I have insomnia, and it is more effective than sleeping pills. But it is still not as good as drinking. Alcohol can intoxicating."

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

"I did have a good night's sleep." Farrell took the small flagon, but didn't drink it. He just said indifferently, "It's been 100 years."

Mo Mo was stunned, looked at Farrell with some surprise, and then smiled and said: "Then uncle, you have taken good care of yourself. You haven't slept for 100 years, and you don't have dark circles."

"This battle will come later." Farrell said suddenly.

Mo Mo just chuckled like a wry smile, then stretched out his hand, waving it casually under the night...but a moment later, a golden talisman appeared out of nowhere in the night, and then slowly floated to Falei in front of you.

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

Farrell took it, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly, "Why help me?"

"Gods like us talk about fate." Mo Mo smiled and said, "Acquaintance is fate... just treat it as a good fate."

"Thanks."

The lingering sound.

When Mo Mo looked over again, Farrell was gone.

As for when he left, Mo Mo couldn't be sure, "He's really a dangerous uncle... Fuck, my wine!"

In addition to the uncle, what was missing was his flagon.

"It's a loss!"

Mo Mo yelled like heartbroken, and then sighed... Shaking his head, looking at the moonlight, Mo Mo got up, and then opened the big wooden box.

Inside was a young man with a jade-like complexion who seemed to be asleep.

Mo Mo fetched some water from the river, then took out a towel to wet it, and then began to gently wipe the boy's cheeks, and said softly, "Come out to bask in the moonlight, Zhan'er..."

The night was dark.

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The car was driven by Tukai... At this time, apart from Yan Xiaoxi, Mr. Gareth and his knight subordinates, there was only the body of the identified White Tiger tribe member in the car.

"This gentleman is also a member of your administration?" Mr. Gareth asked while looking at the young man Tukai.

"He is my senior brother, Tukai." Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently: "But he is not affiliated with the Shenzhou Administration Bureau... My senior brother is an individual."

"But it is very suitable for this operation." Mr. Gareth chuckled, "Your senior brother can avoid the sight of many people."

Yan Xiaoxi didn't speak, but her face was not pretty.

Huangquan is one of the leaders of the action team in the management bureau, but he acts privately under the umbrella of the management bureau... This can't help but force Yan Xiaoxi to recognize the internal situation of the management bureau.

The reason why it was proposed to recruit a group of people from various monster clans to join the administration every ten years was for the sake of inclusiveness--over the years, it has indeed recruited many monster clans who are willing to pledge their allegiance, and the results have been extraordinary.

But the disadvantages have also been revealed.

Even, what made Yan Xiaoxi feel like sitting on a needle blanket was the appearance of Gongsun Shiyu... Could it be that Xuanyuan Palace infiltrated the Shenzhou Administration this time?
He couldn't figure it out, there was a fog in front of him—especially besides the imperial power of the White Tiger Clan, how many [outsiders] were lurking in the administration?
"What are you going to do?" Mr. Gareth asked suddenly: "Go back now and clean it up?"

Yan Xiaoxi thought for a while and said, "No, I don't plan to go back yet."

"not going back?"

Yan Xiaoxi nodded and said: "This time I pretended to come out with you, and at the same time, someone replaced me in command of the city's affairs... This is just right, I can pull myself out and look at everything more comprehensively." occur."

"Are you planning to..." Mr. Gareth seemed to think of something.

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

"It's such a mess..." Mr. Gareth couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Don't forget, that guy named Gongsun Shiyu knows you're pretending."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Xiaoxi said indifferently: "It's true and false, it just confuses the enemy... Whether I changed back or not, let the other party guess."

At this time, the young man Tukai who was driving in front turned his head and smiled, blinked his eyes and said: "And me too, please give me more advice!"

"……You're welcome."

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"...It seems that a lot of things happened today?"

When Huoyun Cthulhu returned to the command center of the Authority, the building was cleaning up the scene after the explosion.

"Master Huoyun, you are finally back!"

Several detectives who stayed at the scene to direct the aftermath came forward one after another... The backbone, this is the real backbone of the Administration.

"What happened here?" Huoyun Cthulhu frowned and asked.

The cause and effect have been said again.

"A mission around the knight organization?" Huoyun evil god shook his head immediately: "Let this idiot Yan Xiaoxi withdraw immediately... What is this called? It's just running amok!"

Everyone was silent... They had never even seen Advisor Huoyun get this angry.

"Bring Yan Xiaoxi back to me immediately!" Huoyun Cthulhu snorted coldly at this moment: "After you bring him back, lock him up and reflect on him!"

"This...is this too heavy? Besides, the summit meeting will start in a dozen hours. At this time..."

"I am the general person in charge of this meeting." Huoyun Cthulhu said indifferently: "From now on, I will handle all matters. Send me an apology letter to the mission of the Knights Organization, and call all the team leaders and above People at the same level come to the meeting room, I want to have a meeting. Overtime pay, no!"

"...I know, I know!"

As expected of being the master of Section Chief Yan, in the matter of not paying overtime pay, he is indeed in the same line!
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Fengdu, when you say [youdu], for tourists, there are legends about ghosts and ghosts in the land of China for thousands of years.

The local government has also vigorously developed scenic spots in Fengdu City using legends as resources.

But if tourists really want to experience the real [ghost town] scenery, it is rumored that they have to wait until night, and they will have bad luck.

Of course, these are just some of the opinions of the tour guides.

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

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

As the moon rose, a stream landed silently on the stairs of the [Ghost Country Shrine], and then slowly climbed up.

The real dragon of Shenzhou had just stepped through the gate of [Ghost Country Shrine], and suddenly the originally dark mountain became brighter in an instant.

Starting from this, the red and green lights climbed up the mountain, and on the ancient streets, all kinds of wandering spirits walked back and forth... They come from different dynasties and histories, but now they are harmoniously integrated in this place. In the mysterious ghost town.

The power of the real dragon wards off all evil, and if she walks in the ghost city, if she doesn't restrain this power, the ghosts along the way will be washed away and disappear in smoke.

Just be careful.

Long Xiruo frowned, and walked directly towards the city lord's hall of the ghost town... Because of the use of the concealment method, the ghosts who shuttled back and forth only regarded her as a new kid in the ghost town, not too much. concerned.

"Yangchun noodles! Delicious Yangchun noodles!"

"Candied haws, sugar figures, sugar paintings! Draw pictures!"

"Look clearly, this is the real broken boulder in the chest! The chest is filled with mountains and rivers, broken life!"

It's like going back to ancient times.

But there are also guys in trendy clothes and shops with neon lights.

"This is Roland! The most handsome man in 3000 that we have brought back from our store...Miss, do you want to come in and have fun? We have all kinds of boys here!"

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

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

In the window in front of the store, there were still two muscular male models in black tight-fitting briefs.

"Miss! Is this your first time here? Come in and spend and I'll give you a broken bone!"

Looking at the guy in front of him who was wearing a suit embroidered with patterns of money and was rubbing his hands, the real dragon of Shenzhou snorted softly, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Don't you like these? We also have a few [faceless ghosts] here, who can provide special services! We can tailor-made suitable styles for you. As long as you want, no matter what type, you can satisfy them, and absolutely You can do whatever you want!"

"Order, customized?"

The true dragon of Shenzhou couldn't help swallowing quietly, and suddenly someone's face flashed in his mind... subconsciously took a step forward.

As soon as he stepped forward, the real dragon of Shenzhou turned around and left in an instant with supreme concentration.

Pooh!How can a majestic Shenzhou real dragon visit a duck shop!

"Bah, poor man! Why come to see if you don't have money!" The man with the money pattern printed on his suit immediately cursed twice from behind.

The real dragon of Shenzhou hehe, the power of the real dragon in his body is about to leak out - but at this moment, Long Xiruo couldn't move his eyes away, and he stood there dumbfounded.

"I'm going to... what store is this, can it really be customized?"

At this moment, the real dragon of Shenzhou was staring blankly at a figure in front of the cabinet of the duck shop... It was the appearance of the person that flashed in her mind.

She opened her mouth, feeling that this was terrible... She subconsciously walked in front of this figure, reached out and pinched the other's cheek, and said in disbelief, "How did you do it? You can actually read my text?" Thought!?"

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

"Heh... you pretended to be quite similar, and you even learned the same expression and tone!" The real dragon of Shenzhou suddenly snorted coldly, and then his face suddenly changed drastically.

Because she quickly discovered one thing... Except for herself, none of the male models and managers in front of the duck shop seem to have seen all this happen.

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

"Good evening, Miss Long."

Shenzhou's real dragon suddenly took a deep breath, and then his scalp felt numb, "You... don't get me wrong, I didn't go to the duck shop..."

"It's true that Miss Long didn't go in, she was just wandering around in front of the door...it's okay."

The real dragon of Shenzhou couldn't help but his eyes darkened.

It's over... This old lady's innocent body of more than 2000 years!

(End of this chapter)