Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 2802 Be the head
What was broadcast on the TV news was a series of brand new policies issued by the Huoyun government after Huoyun's promotion... The mayor spoke.

The live news broadcast has been going on for nearly two hours.

"Still watching."

Di Qinglong walked in wiping his wet hair. After a whole night of training, he looked refreshed... Thanks to the fact that he had jumped to a super level, his physical condition had also undergone some changes.

Probably because it looks less old in appearance and more youthful vitality.

The middle stage of the sixth stage.

This is a height that Di Qinglong never imagined.

He didn't know whether it was because he was a late bloomer, or if he had some kind of luck last night—in short, no one would dislike him for his high cultivation, right?

If he didn't stop to take care of the original blue and white halfway, wouldn't it be only at the middle of the sixth stage?
He actually didn't care about this kind of problem.

At this moment, Yuan Qinghua stared blankly at the mayor on the screen who seemed to be pointing the country, wondering what she was thinking... It seemed that she had ignored Di Qinglong's appearance.

He didn't intend to disturb her, but just sat down silently beside her, and just glanced at the back of the woman's neck... The degree of alienation seems to have deepened again.

However, his strength has increased greatly. If Yuan Qinghua loses control in the end, he should be able to suppress it easily, causing more casualties, right?

——Why did you suddenly have such an idea?

——Humans... After all, it is hard to let go of this kind of defensive psychology, right?

Di Qinglong was thinking, but heard Yuan Qinghua suddenly say: "She looks so confident."

"Her?" Di Qinglong was startled for a moment, then suddenly came to him, "You mean the mayor?"

Yuan Qinghua nodded slightly.

Di Qinglong waved his hand and said: "This is Huoyun's strongest woman. She is not confident. I am afraid that Huoyun will not have a confident woman."

"Do you like her too?"

"Why?" Di Qinglong shook his head with a wry smile, "Let's not talk about whether there will be any intersection between the two... As far as I know, the mayor probably doesn't like me anyway. Men's?"

"You are a bad man." Yuan Qinghua said seriously.

Sometimes, Di Qinglong even wondered whether Yuan Qinghua had really lost her memory... or had she selectively forgotten some things—for example, her feeling was very accurate.

"Yes." He looked into her eyes and nodded, "I'm really not a good man."

Yuan Qinghua smiled slightly, under the illusion of an ordinary face, this ordinary face unexpectedly had a shimmer that touched Di Qinglong, "I'm hungry."

Di Qinglong said directly: "Then go out and eat, there is no food at home."

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"Sister Hua, where are you..."

In front of the traffic control lights, the roof of the luxury supercar slowly opened... Di Qinglong was planning to get some air, but he looked curiously at a young man on a flying motorcycle who was also waiting for the signal from the narrator.

He seems to be looking for someone... Di Qinglong thought to himself.

As if feeling the gaze from the supercar, the young man on the flying locomotive frowned, and subconsciously glanced at Di Qinglong's appearance... He didn't intend to cause trouble, so he nodded lightly, and when the signal light came on, In an instant, the car flew out.

"that person……"

"What's the matter?" Di Qinglong looked at Yuan Qinghua curiously, "You know him?"

"I'm not wearing a helmet." Yuan Qinghua said seriously.

Lao Di was stunned. He wanted to laugh but didn't. It was just that he was suddenly touched like this, and he felt quite relaxed.

He pulled the handbrake comfortably, stepped on the gas pedal wildly—but then stepped on the brake suddenly.

In front of the road, like a mirage, stood a handsome monk in a white cassock, with folded hands—a bald-headed handsome boy, the Sanbuyer.

His lips parted slightly, his eyes were compassionate, as if he was saying something.

——【Wu Neng】

The people in the car lean forward.

"What happened?" Yuan Qinghua seemed to be a little frightened.

"There's a guy..." Di Qinglong looked forward again, but saw that there was no one on the road, "It's nothing."

——What is going on.

——What does the monk do...

——[Wu Neng]...

Di Qinglong took a deep breath, and started the car again... speeding up, riding a supercar, after all, it was a supercar given by a rich woman.

——If that bald monk appears again, just bump into him like this?
he thought.

But no monk appeared along the way, Di Qinglong calmed down a little bit, but accidentally glanced into the rearview mirror, and saw that strange bald head sitting cross-legged on the roof of the speeding car behind.

"Hold on."

Di Qinglong said something in a low voice all of a sudden.

Before Yuan Qinghua could react, the supercar had already let out a huge roar, jumped straight up, and soared into the sky... In the rearview mirror, there was no longer any vehicle that could catch up.

"If you're in trouble, go back."

"If it's just trouble to take you to dinner, then I shouldn't be here."

When we looked at each other, the clouds were gathering and dispersing.

"I'm... a little cold."

Di Qinglong closed the hood of the speeding car silently... and the speed also slowed down.

——[Wu Neng]...

——It was… this feeling again.

……

In fact, the restaurant he frequented wasn't open today... Di Qinglong stopped in front of the restaurant rather agitatedly.

"It seems that because of Huoyun's promotion, there is a high probability that the whole city won't be able to "wake up" these few days."

The once bustling street seemed particularly deserted at this moment.

Yuan Qinghua looked at him calmly, waiting for him to make up his mind.

"Go to my shop." Di Qinglong said abruptly.

"shop?"

"The shop has a habit of cooking over a fire." Di Qinglong smiled and said, "Employees also have to eat, don't they? Anyway, they probably don't come to work at this time."

"it is good."

——【Wu Neng...】

——…

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——【Wu Neng...】

It keeps lingering in my ears, and gradually becomes clearer, as if it is like an annoying fly, wishing to take out its intestines and tie them into twist knots before stuffing them back, so as to be a little more satisfying.

This made Di Qinglong wonder if he had fallen into some trick of the plague monk... a curse or something.

He had to cover his ears with his hands, and immediately adjusted his breathing... This is a breathing method taught by the instructor as an espionage officer to concentrate and eliminate interference, and it is mainly used for torture when the opponent is captured.

Heart like steel, ruthless...seeing himself as a puppet, self-hypnotic to the point of cutting off all body senses.

——It seems that it has stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and took the food out of the operating room.

Yuan Qinghua looked curiously, "This is..."

"I'm sorry, the staff are probably too lazy, so only these junk foods are left." Di Qinglong smiled wryly, "But it should be edible."

Yuan Qinghua watched Di Qinglong's next operation with interest.

Pour off the first water of the instant noodles after 2 minutes, then add hot water again, and then drop it after 1 minute. After adding some sauce packets and mixing well, take the ham sausage and cut it into small pieces—add it fried eggs.

Di Qinglong beat the fried eggs directly on the palm of his hand and cooked them - half-cooked.

"Are you really a hairstylist?"

"Want to try my craft?"

"I want to wash my hair."

"At your service, ma'am."

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Warm water, gentle... Fingers are completely attached to the scalp layer, with a force that can stimulate the acupoints, Yuan Qinghua couldn't help letting out a soft moan because of the comfort.

She closed her eyes, her body was trembling slightly, and the sound of splashing water could be heard beside her ears... her hair was getting wet.

Illusion can only affect sight, but touch cannot deceive people.

It was skin like a withered tree trunk, not only rough, but also extremely stiff... Di Qinglong's fingertips penetrated with much more strength than usual, making everything as usual.

It's like life.

If it is tilted to one side, if you want it to return to normal, you can only correct it with greater strength.

The injustice of fate wrestles with your efforts.

But our opponents never tire.

He was almost close to the woman's face, and the water flowed along his fingers to Yuan Qinghua's ear, so that the sound of the flowing water completely buried all the sounds in her world.

This kind of contact seemed to have touched the woman's defensive instinct...Her hands placed on her lower abdomen were unnaturally tangled together, and her fingers... gently scratched the back of her hands.

"Spirit and desire can be separated." The man whispered.

The woman's eyes were hazy, as if they hadn't opened yet, only the eyelids trembled slightly.

"Relax." Di Qinglong said softly again.

The aroma of shampoo permeated the air, and Yuan Qinghua fell into a deep sleep before she knew it.

——【Wu Neng...】

Di Qinglong's complexion changed slightly, he gritted his teeth immediately, quickly took a seal with both hands, and after placing a sound-isolation barrier around the sleeping woman, he quickly walked out of his hairdressing salon.

The streets are still cool.

Di Qinglong looked around, frowned, and immediately jumped up... On the roof of a tall building hundreds of meters high, I saw a monk in white cassock sitting cross-legged under the water tower of the building, counting rosary.

When Di Qinglong landed on the ground, his expression was cold, and he walked quickly, "You monk, what are you going to do, why do you always follow me?"

"It's not that I want to follow you." The monk opened his eyes, "It's that we have the same destination."

"What destination." Di Qinglong frowned, the monk was nervous.

"Western Heaven." The monk stood up, "Westbound."

Di Qinglong's heart throbbed suddenly, and there was an indescribable pull away, as if being thrown into the clouds, his eyes were like a pool of water, and the level was like a mirror. It seemed that only the sky and the mirror were left in the whole world. With the monk in white.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Di Qinglong took a deep breath, keeping his feet on the ground, "I warn you, don't follow me anymore, or don't blame me for being rude."

He turned away.

"Wu Neng, wait for you..."

boom--!
Di Qinglong turned around suddenly, his figure flashed, and he punched the bald handsome boy directly on the face, knocking the bald handsome boy to the ground.

"I told you not to bother me, are you annoying! I don't know you!" Di Qinglong was furious, and punched out again, "I will really kill you!"

The ruthless fist hovered in front of the bald handsome boy, as if it was just a warning—the bald handsome boy with a nosebleed stretched out his hands at this moment, and grabbed Lao Di's fist, "Wu Neng, you are still so angry!" , It’s wrong to hit someone.”

boom--!
The fist that was supposed to be just a warning turned into a fist that disfigured the face again - the pretty boy with the bald head was blasted until most of his head was buried in the floor.

Di Qinglong can accept that person shaking his hand—even if he is an aunt, as long as he has money, but a man absolutely cannot!
"Go ahead, if it makes you happier..."

——Who is this person...

Di Qinglong couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, then suddenly lifted the collar of the monk in white, and threw him flying with all his strength - in the middle of the sixth level, he didn't even know how strong he was at this moment.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the body of the bald handsome boy was thrown far away like a cannonball... I don't know where it landed, so Di Qinglong sighed, and after sorting it out, he silently jumped back to the street above.

After a while, the palm of the building's roof protruded all the way—the bald-headed handsome boy lay on the wall, and said to himself: "Wu Neng, one day, you will understand...women, there is no such thing as going west." Fun? Four of us, we can play mahjong, one man and one woman, we can only play poker."

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——God of Plague.

Lao Di suddenly thought of such a noun.

When he saw the monk in white, he felt inexplicably irritable. Logically speaking, as a spy, he should be able to manage his emotions well.

In front of the hairdressing salon, Di Qinglong adjusted his emotions again... He left not long ago, Yuan Qinghua must not have woken up yet, right?
Look at her sleeping so comfortably.

He returned to the shampooing area, but stood there blankly... The woman on the reclining chair was nowhere to be seen—the barrier disappeared, and the chair was broken.

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Clinic, yard.

The puppet girl [Xia Ji], with a hint of curiosity, tugged at the chain leading to the sky... After the chain shook a series of times, it finally caused the white clouds above the sky to churn. .

The puppet girl tilted her head... There are really many magical things in the master's house.

It looked at the capital outside the courtyard wall.

Since it was made, all it has is the memory of being in the city of white steel - it was activated in the hands of Cao Zhengchun, the sky in the foreign battlefield is always gray, there is no day and night.

Unlike the sky of fire clouds, it is bright.

Unlike the night of fire and clouds, the star river is brilliant.

"This is the world of the human race..."

"It's a beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

The puppet girl was startled, then raised her head subconsciously, only to see that the upstairs window was open—the man who spread the word was its current owner.

Until now, [Xia Ji] is not very clear about the identity of the master...he seems to have many identities.

"Master." The puppet girl followed her body's instinct well, put her hands together, and bowed slowly.

A sparrow was looking for food at the eaves, and Boss Luo tapped his fingers on the window frame, and the little sparrow raised its head, spread its wings, and flew into Boss Luo's hands.

As if he heard Boss Luo whispering something, the sparrow fluttered its wings again...a height that sparrows shouldn't be able to fly to.

[Xia Ji] adjusted her eyesight, and soon [saw] the sparrow flew straight into the clouds, then landed on the body of a huge monster, and then got pecked in the middle!
boo.

In an instant, the clouds exploded, and then something quickly fell from the high altitude... The disturbed clouds were like whirlpools, and under the brilliance of the sunset, they looked like orange-red paint that had been mixed in the water.

【Xia Ji】opened slightly, but stretched out her hands subconsciously——I saw a large [dog]-shaped spirit stone that was foaming at the mouth, full of grievances, and whose eyes wanted to kill someone. At this time, it had been [ Xia Ji】Catch it steadily.

"It's called Zhahu." Boss Luo chuckled at this moment, "May I ask you to take it out for a stroll in the evening."

"I see." [Xia Ji] nodded slightly.

But this spirit beast is still foaming, is it really all right...

"Water, water... give me water..."

The sound came from Zhahu's mouth... [Xia Ji] looked at this [dog]-shaped spirit beast in amazement at this time. The spirit beast that can speak has already opened up its intelligence, and it is not as good as the transformation stage right?

"Please wait." [Xia Ji] said quickly, and then thought about saying goodbye to Boss Luo upstairs before walking away quickly with Zhahu in his arms.

Boss Luo casually leaned against the window, looked at the disturbed clouds, and suddenly stretched out his fingers... With his fingertips slowly drawing, the scattered clouds gradually became much cleaner.

A figure hurriedly broke into the courtyard.

Di Qinglong.

"Doctor Luo, she...she's gone!"

(End of this chapter)