Trafford’s Trading Club

"It's so ugly. "

Nero, who was leaning against the riverside mill and wiping the Yama Sword on his hand with a rag, put down his hand, raised the Yama Sword, and observed its blade, "Are you, the Yama Sword? "

The blade of the sword had a slight dark red sheen, seeming to acknowledge it.

Nero smiled and said: "But there is no other way, right? Those who dare not resist fate can only obey fate. In that case, no matter how miserable the end is... people, you know clearly that as long as you work hard a little bit, But I still don’t know what I’m afraid of…”

She closed her eyes and listened to the mournful screams coming from the mill behind her.

Indifferent.

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"That's it."

Cook was not familiar with the terrain near the town, but when it came to the abandoned mill outside the town, almost everyone in the town knew where it was, so it didn't take much effort for him to find it.

The sun has long since set, but looking from a distance, you can see a faint firelight coming from the mill, probably a fire-water lamp or something like that.

Two men were sitting not far away from the gate of the mill. They were holding flashlights and shining them around... probably waiting for their arrival.

Cook picked up a stone from the ground, and with smooth movements, like a wild cat lurking at night, he approached the back of a man very quickly and silently.

He suddenly became angry, covered the man's mouth from behind with one hand, and then hit him hard on the temple with his fist. The man's eyes suddenly widened and he lost consciousness for a moment.

The man was naturally unable to hold the flashlight in his hand. The moment the flashlight fell to the ground, it caught the attention of another man.

The other man subconsciously moved his flashlight to shine, but at this time he just heard the sound of something knocking on the other side!

He quickly followed it again.

But this was just a stone thrown by Cook... The other man did not appear at this time. In the darkness, something approached him from behind.

He just felt a heavy blow, a very heavy blow. Before his brain had time to reflect the pain at the back, it had cut off the sensory nerve endings and fell to the ground.

In less than five seconds, Cook had already dealt with these two gatekeepers... The more he felt that he must not be an ordinary person, but he could not continue to think about this issue at this moment.

He walked towards the mill, intending to peek inside through the closed window on the side.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the wooden door of the mill opened suddenly, and Zhang Kun's voice was heard, "Shame, give me some water! I'm dying of thirst!"

Zhang Kun in front of him was shirtless and covered in sweat. He was wearing a belt around his waist. He looked a little tired... but Zhang Kun's eyes suddenly widened!

He saw Cook... This foreign man appeared silently in front of him like an evil ghost in the dark night.

That was the most terrifying look he had ever seen in his life. Zhang Kun suddenly shuddered, "Shameless! Where are you people!!"

He even subconsciously took a step back, but he couldn't move faster than Cook, and the punch with his cast-iron fist hit Zhang Kun's chest without any hesitation, like a cannonball.

Even though this guy is covered in fat, he can't cushion this huge impact! The internal organs suddenly felt as if they were overturned! Zhang Kun even heard the sound of his sternum breaking!

Bang! !

His whole body flew out and hit the wooden pillar of the mill, causing the pillar to almost break! This is a wooden pillar thicker than an adult male’s thigh!

But Cook did not feel the joy of Zhang Kun at all. He just stood outside the mill door with his body trembling slightly.

Inside the door...in the corner of the mill, the girl...Zhi was blindfolded, stuffed with cloth and tied to the ground. Next to her, San'er was looking up absentmindedly.

The scattered head could not hide the desperate look on San'er's face. She just hugged her body tightly and grasped the tattered clothes with both hands.

On the arms, shoulders, and exposed legs, bruises and bruises could be seen everywhere.

A threshold seems to separate the two worlds.

"San'er..." Cook called this name for the first time. He subconsciously crossed the threshold and walked forward.

"Don't come over!!" San'er suddenly shouted.

She hugged her head tightly with both hands, her body shook harder and harder, and she screamed, "Don't come here!! Don't come here!! Don't look at me! Don't look at me!!"

"San'er!" Cook rushed to San'er and hugged her tightly with both arms.

San'er fell on Cook's shoulder and howled loudly, hissing loudly as his lungs split, and his fists kept beating the man's strong body, "Why did you come... Why did you come..."

"sorry Sorry sorry."

San'er suddenly stopped and said softly and plaintively: "Mark... I don't want to think about it... I don't want to think about this beast... I don't want to think about it even more, thinking about it right in front of Zhi... Mark, do you know……"

"It's okay, it's okay." Cook hugged him tighter.

"It's different... I'm different from you..." San'er gradually lost consciousness, "It's different... Mark, please take good care of Zhi for me, okay? I'm so tired... so tired."

"San'er... San'er?" Cook felt the body of San'er in his arms tremble slightly.

"San'er!!"

This woman now has a large area of ​​bright red coming out of her abdomen... She holds a piece of firewood in both hands, and the sharp head of the firewood turns it into sharp spikes.

"San'er!!!!!!"

Cook's eyes suddenly turned red, and he had a splitting headache, almost exploding. He covered his head with one hand, held San'er's fallen body with the other, and knelt on the ground, his mouth almost split open... He, Unable to make a sound.

Suddenly a strong wind struck, and relying on instinct, Cook waved his hand to block it, but the force of the impact was so great that his body was knocked away.

It's just that the strength of his body was completely beyond his imagination. Under this impact, he didn't even stop and rolled up at an extremely fast speed.

In front of me is a guy wearing a coat.

Definitely not a guy that Zhang Kun and his ilk can compare to... Cook instinctively felt that his body was on guard against this guy.

But the weird man wearing a coat, a hat and a mask in front of him looked at San'er who fell on the ground, shook his head and said: "Is this really such a visible ending? I thought it would be different and stronger. ."

"Did you...instruct them to do this?" Cook's voice turned cold, like ice.

"That's right." The weirdo shrugged and said, "Are you very moved? I didn't expect that this woman was quite chaste. She felt sorry for you, so she committed suicide. By the way, let me ask, is there someone who treated you like this? What is it like to be a woman? Hey... you seem to be indifferent?"

Cook said calmly: "No, I want to kill you, but I won't let you anger me. Losing my calm is not good for me... Even if I really want to kill you, I will not lose my calm."

The weirdo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said, "Although I had slightly thought that this would be the result, I still felt like a failure when I saw it. It seems that you are really dead inside... forget it."

The weirdo shrugged and suddenly said: "In this case, it's useless to keep this guy... right?"

The strange man held his hand, and saw a cold light breaking through the window outside the mill, entering into the strange man's palm, and then suddenly moving towards Zhiqie on the ground.

But in the end, the cold light just passed across the floor, right where Zhi was originally lying!

At the same time, Cook had already hugged Zhi and rolled on the ground a few times. After quickly standing up, he still desperately saved Zhi from the hands of this weirdo.

Although this left a deep wound on his left arm that was visible to the bone.

"squeak!"

I only heard the voice in my arms whispering, "Uncle Mark, where's mom..."

"She...she's fine."

"Uncle Mark... let's go home... I'm so scared... I'm scared... It hurts... it hurts..."

Cook reached out and touched Zhi's back, tenderly...bloody red.

"Oh, I seem to have been hit." The weirdo laughed twice.

But Cook couldn't hear... He didn't want to hear it himself. Calmness was withdrawing from his body, and something hot was surging deep in his stagnant heart.

"Squeak, squeak!!"

"Uncle Mark...Zhi can't see...it's so dark...I'm telling you...Mom, mom must, must like you...Uncle Mark..." Zhi Yue said weakly: "You...be Zhi's father... How about..."

The girl in her arms finally lost her breath.

Cook hugged her body, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and remained motionless.

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It's been a long time... Cook still looked motionless.

The weirdo standing not far away... Nero scratched his cheek subconsciously at this time, muttering to himself: Did he go too far?

Suddenly there was a fiery reaction from the Yan Demon Sword in his hand, and Nero's eyes narrowed... There was a look of excitement in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "It's coming, it's coming... It's finally here. !”

Wisps of black gas, like smoke rising from a campfire, emerged from Cook's body.

The entangled black energy became stronger and stronger, but at this time, Cook just gently put down Zhi's body and stood up silently.

He looked at the person in front of him silently, and after a while, he said calmly: "Nero... you have gone too far."

"Oops! You're back!" Nero stretched out his hand to tear off his disguise and waved the Yama knife in his hand, "Finally, all the hard work was not in vain."

"It's superfluous." Cook said with an expressionless expression, "I can recover on my own, so you don't need to meddle in my own business."

"It's boring." Nero blinked...but all the pores in his body were opening at this time, and his body suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. Her heartbeat was even beating wildly, a mixture of panic, fear and excitement. , both body and spirit were excited to a critical point.

This man, who was extremely cold both in appearance and in his heart... had never had such murderous intentions before.

Cook nodded, "Did the club send you here?"

"After all, you have been missing for so long. Of course those old immortals have ideas." Nero said with a smile.

"I will go back." Cook nodded calmly, and then said calmly: "After I deal with you."

Then, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the black energy wrapped around his body rolled directly around his arm like countless wild tongues, and Cook's five fingers suddenly opened.

This time he was not calm, like a volcano that had been sleeping on the seabed for thousands of years, erupting silently amid countless undercurrents!

It was a lung-splitting sound.

"g-bg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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In the lively and frenzied paradise, Sun Sheng, immersed in this drunken atmosphere, was having fun on the stage.

Unexpectedly, the black stick he was clinging on to shake his body suddenly erupted with heat comparable to magma. It shot out from his grip in an instant and directly pierced the ceiling of the Pure Land of Paradise. Disappear into the night sky!

"Brother Saint! Brother Saint!!"

The demons were frightened and came around one after another. They saw the bar owner covering his lower body, his face was in pain, and he was rolling on the ground with foaming at the mouth.

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The spear, as red as blood, tore through the space and appeared next to Cook. The moment he grasped the gun body tightly with his five fingers, a feeling of joy suddenly spread to Cook's whole body.

But as if it felt the grief and anger in its master's heart at this moment, the spear instantly retracted its joy, and instead sprayed out huge power!

That power destroyed the entire upper level of the mill in an instant, turning everything into dust!

Nero suddenly took his Yama Sword with both hands, his white head spread out, revealing a ferocious look, and he laughed loudly: "Coming, coming, coming...Hahahahahaha!!!! Finally here! !!!"

From the Yan Demon Sword, huge power emerged that could compete with it! Two extremely powerful forces blew apart the rest of the mill in an instant!

But Cook quietly stood in front of San'er and Zhi's bodies. Behind him, no matter how violent the power was, this place was always as calm as a sunny harbor.

"It will be distracting, Cook!" Nero was using all his strength to activate the power of the Yama Sword.

"Shoot... death thorn puncture." Cook whispered coldly... The g-bg on his hand suddenly disappeared... but it only took a moment before it reappeared in his palm.

Nero suddenly stopped moving, and the violent power of the Yama Demon Sword suddenly spread out like it had lost its support, turning into a circular air flow, flattening everything around him.

Nero subconsciously reached out to cover his heart, looked at Cook, and seemed to be a little surprised, "I see, no wonder no one among the generals dares to mess with you... So that's it, that's it..."

A mouthful of strong blood suddenly emerged from her mouth, and it continued to flow out like water from a spring.

Nero grabbed the handle of the Yama's sword with both hands, pierced it into the soil, and suddenly let out a shrill scream. Countless golden lights shot out of her body crazily at this moment!

A destructive force exploded from her body and turned into a sharp blade, piercing all her internal organs from the inside out!

In the end, she knelt in front of the Yan Demon Sword, leaning on the handle of the knife, and just said, "Lost."

He fell directly into a pool of blood.

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Cook took a deep breath, looked up at the night sky, and then slowly breathed out. He walked up to Nero expressionlessly and used his precious spear to overthrow Nero's body.

The gun tip opened her clothes on Nero's body and picked out everything hidden here one by one...including the life-saving medicines provided every time the God General was dispatched.

He stretched out his hand to grab the Yan Demon Sword. The god general was dead, so the Yan Demon Sword naturally needed to be recovered. The Yan Mo Dao that lost its owner suddenly became rusty.

After casually installing the Yama Dao, Cook hugged the bodies of San'er and Zhi. After setting a fire here, Cook didn't leave silently until he saw that the bodies here were all burnt.

He looked at San'er and Zhi and said calmly: "Although I can't be your relative... but at least, I can take you home."