Trafford's Trading Club
Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. “Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.
Luck
Editor: TheSloth
Even then, Cheese could not calm down.
Iron Whistle was just like the present from God… On the night when he was lonely and sad.
It followed the sound of the whistle and it brought Cheese the feeling of safety.
Although it looked quite strange and even horrible, Cheese felt safe when he stayed with Iron Whistle.
He named it Iron Whistle, from the whistle his father, Shu You, gave him.
…
"Why did you treat it like this?" Cheese glared at Long Xiruo.
Using stubborn eyes that touched the Real Dragon of the Godly Land.
Long Xiruo sighed and lowed her head, saying, "I was careless, I should have noticed it earlier... when you said that you had a pet."
"Master Long?" Cheese had a sense of foreboding.
Long Xiruo continued, "Your pet... Iron Whistle is the one who wanted to kill Xiaojiang."
"That's not possible!" Cheese shouted