Trafford’s Trading Club

Mark looked ahead of the alley, but saw nothing.

He didn't understand the meaning of the piece of puff candy he held in his palm.

But he has an extraordinary sense of touch... With a thought, Mark put Xiao Zhi down and at the same time opened the back door of the tofu shop and let her in.

Mark knelt down and said calmly: "Listen, your mother didn't let you out because she hated you. She was just afraid of passing the cold to you."

"Really?" Xiaozhi's world still doesn't understand what a lie is.

Mark just nodded, "If you don't believe me, go to your mother's room. She won't scold you again now."

Xiao Zhi said: "Uncle Mark, can you take me to play with you just now? It's so awesome!!"

The little girl of several years old has a unique skill that makes adults unable to refuse her. Her big eyes are as bright as an innocent elf.

"good."

Mark didn't talk nonsense, he just pushed back the little girl gently, and then closed the back door. Of course, Mark even put a stick on the outside to prevent the little guy from pushing the door open and walking out on his own.

He does things very carefully... but he doesn't notice it himself.

Mark narrowed his eyes slightly at this time, his eyes sharp, like an indestructible spear. He walked quickly towards the direction from which the strange puff candy came.

…

San'er was hesitant about what to do. While he was annoyed that he had scolded his daughter, he was also ashamed that he would do such a shameful thing.

He was almost discovered... Maybe Mark had really seen something?

San'er suddenly felt that he didn't even have the courage to step out of the room at this moment... However, Xiao Zhi didn't know whether to cry or not?

She could vaguely hear her daughter's cry, which seemed to be coming from downstairs... It seemed to be the back door?

At this time, the door to the room slowly opened, and a little head poked his head in through the crack in the door. San'er looked at Xiao Zhi like a frightened little animal, and felt pain and discomfort in his heart. He couldn't help but patted the bedside and whispered: "Xiao Zhi, come here, mom."

Xiao Zhi just rushed to San'er's bedside, but he didn't get too close. Instead, he said cautiously: "Uncle Mark said, Mom, you just asked me to go away because you were afraid that you would infect Xiao Zhi with the cold, right?" ?”

"He...did he really tell you that?" San'er hesitated.

Xiaozhi nodded seriously, "Yeah! Yeah!"

"Is Uncle Mark outside the room now?" San'er suddenly asked.

Xiao Zhi said: "I don't know, Uncle Mark seemed to have locked the door and gone out just now?"

San'er didn't say anything, just sighed and said softly: "Xiao Zhi, can you bring a stool here and accompany mom?"

"Okay! Mom, do you want to tell me a story?"

"Okay, mom will tell you a story." San'er smiled, "What story do you want to hear?"

"The story of Snow White and the Seven Mushrooms!"

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Turn ahead, turn left after turning... Mark didn't know why he chose this direction.

Even if he didn't see any strange figure in front of the road, his choice to take these roads seemed to come from his own intuition.

As for how this intuitive prediction came from, Mark had no way of thinking about it.

He still couldn't remember who he was or where he came from...but he remembered a lot of things.

For example, something very practical.

Mark finally stopped in a short alley. He stopped in the middle of the short alley, his eyes became more and more sharp, looking at every place in the short alley!

Suddenly, Mark used his arms hard and swept fiercely behind him!

When the hand knife transformed from his palm swept across his back at 180 degrees, a figure quickly took a step back to avoid the sweep.

In front of him was a strange young woman with white hair, strange clothes, and her hands in her pockets... Nero.

"Still as sensitive as a beast, I can't get close to you at all." Nero tilted his head: "So, I don't remember it for a long time, Cook."

"You... know me?" Mark frowned.

Nero also frowned at this time, and then suddenly his legs slightly bent... Those long legs with amazing elasticity suddenly kicked out in a spin.

Mark looked stunned, as if he was quite uncomfortable with this strange woman's sudden attack. He just blocked it with the handle in front of him, but was hit hard against the wall by the force of the kick.

Nero did not continue the attack, but tilted his head and said: "Well... Cook, where is your Thousand Thorn Thorn?"

"Who are you? Do you know me?" Mark's brows furrowed deeper... But perhaps it was due to the attack just now, and now his whole body began to be on guard.

"Yan Mo, are you lying?"

But he saw Nero in front of him suddenly twisting his neck and looking at the long black tube on his back... But in the blink of an eye, Nero nodded, "It doesn't look like a lie... That means , I can’t ask anything at the moment.”

She finally took her palms out of her pocket, but she grabbed her hair like an uncle and muttered: "Ah...it's so troublesome. Why did you come across the amnesia script? I'll put you in it." Take it back? I don't want to carry someone who knows nothing about such a long way... Originally, I planned to take advantage of a mission to go back to the 'motherland'. But the mission also has a deadline, come out It's not easy once... So why did you lose your memory? Maybe I found a fake Cook..."

Mark still had no impression of this strange woman...but his intuition told him that he had many unclear relationships with this woman.

As for this woman...does she talk too much?

Like to talk to yourself?

"Instead of nagging here, why don't you tell me what you know." Mark did not relax his vigilance at all, but he made his own suggestions.

"Well... forget it, you can continue to lose your memory. I'm leaving."

Unexpectedly, the white-haired woman in front of him suddenly said something like this lightly, jumped up to the wall, and looked down from a high position: "Anyway, your head is convulsed, but your body is not, at least you can't die. "

"say clearly!"

Nero's eyes curved into crescent moons, "I will help you drive over to the twenty-sixth seat... Just enjoy the life in this country's Jiangnan water town here... But remember, you owe I’m just a favor!”

As he said that, Nero waved enthusiastically towards the man in front of him who was wearing an old white shirt and still looked down and out, "An Ning, Kasaiyo~"

She then jumped and disappeared.