Trafford Buyers Club

Luo Qiu was accustomed to observation but not to speaking. He wanted to probe people's thoughts but was unwilling to engage with them too much.,So... this is a strange shop run by the boss of an ice-hole, isn't it,Before Rhok's eyes, an ancient parchment unfurled slowly. He couldn't make out the script on it, but he saw his name begin to appear, point by point.。