The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The back was rubbing against the wall, James's coat hem was lifted awkwardly, and the feet hung in the air. The impact of no warning made James' ankles hurt. The blood flow pulled by the opposite force finally returned to normal. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com?

But James's brain was in chaos. It seemed that there were countless light spots in front of him, and at the moment when he was enveloped by red light, the pictures he once experienced reappeared in his brain like an overcharge. Once the emotions were inexplicably pulled out, as if to live again!

The sudden change of emotion made James's pupils squeeze, the red light spot constantly hit him, and the picture kept switching. Those events that even James did not remember were stimulated and reproduced by Crowley's soul exploration. This is the imprint of the soul's connection on the **, those imprints made of insignificant event memories that separate the countless souls that exist in the world and define the individual.

Birth, growth ... Every interaction that James participated in and interacted with this world was traversed by Crowley!

When the last spot hit James, it seemed that time was being manipulated.

In the whispering sound like electromagnetic, the bright red light stretches the shadow of the bricks on the dark alley wall turning forward and out. James's left hand clenched the saber in his hand, and the gun in his right hand rested on his left wrist. This is a standard attack posture. 'Destroy the other's container' is the thought of James' emotions.

But even if James was thinking about speeding up his steps, the unknown fear slowed down his instinct.

James leaned against the wall, his shoulder muscles bulging with tension, and the hand holding the weapon was pressed against his lower body. His vision was slowly deflecting, and the red light flashing on the wall was bright in the direction he turned. ? August? Chinese ◆? Net. www.81zw.com?

There were still burning traces on the edges. The ash was blown away by the airflow. The things in James' eyes were filled with the ashes flying away. In it, there seemed to be a person surrounded by ash!

The picture freezes and reverses!

In the whispering sound like electromagnetics, the bright red light stretches the shadows of the bricks on the dark alley wall turning forward and out!

The bright red flashing was slowed down, and James kept the contradiction between the instincts of mind and body, looking forward. The bright red light is like the blooming color block on the oil painting, constantly haloing from the turning dark alley! The bricks raised on the wall began to project on the wall when they touched this dim light!

James clearly saw that the black shadow was wrapped by the halo, stretched and extended after protruding, until extended to the other side of the dark alley!

The shadow disappeared, the bright red light disappeared, and everything returned to the original dimness of the dark alley.

The spiked blast seemed to be stopped at a certain point, James was still in a certain emotional gap, and from the dark alley of the turning point, the bright red color block bloomed again! The red light kept pushing the dim light in the dark alley in front of James, pulling the bricks on the opposite wall to extend the dark shadow!

This shadow continues to grow with the light until it touches the turning point of the wall on the other side and is completely blocked by the light!

A hint of emotion was inserted into the mind of James, who was in the gap between emotions. The road he entered was the only entrance to the dark alley, and he could block the other side.八 ★ 一 中? 文 ●? Web www.81zw.com ◆

When the shadow and light that were pulled to the limit disappeared again, James's stretched shoulders pressed against the side wall. While his eyes slowly adjusted his breathing, James's eyes were deflected along the light source that was constantly extinguishing.

The canvas, which was constantly fainted, seemed to have been mistakenly sprayed with large pieces of paint, and the white light suddenly replaced the red that was constantly extinguished. Even Crowley ’s non-stop picture cannot be at this time Detecting the real situation, but James's eyes have already matched the position of the incident!

Freeze!

Crowley's golden length appeared in the freeze frame. She turned her head and looked at James. The pupil in the detective was filled with white light. Fortunately, the demon soul he saw was dying, so he kept his eyes, but he fainted afterwards.

Crowley no longer cares about James. She turns and walks in the memory belonging to James, her long sliding in the air. Even though James looked at the burning sun in front of him, everything went against the normal and did not draw any shadows, but was filled with this dazzling white light from the inside out.

Crowley walked towards the center of the light. Her fingers moved in the air, as if she wanted to feel something from this white light.

It's just in vain, now it's just a flashback of the situation, nothing has an entity.

Crowley's finger slowly slid, and the frozen picture progressed again, and the white light had disappeared!

In front of the vents at the bottom of the wall, the airflow disturbed the light in a way that was visible to the naked eye, sweeping through the ash that covered Crowley's space.

James' arms were slowly raised, his facial muscles were contracting and stretching, "b-a-d-u-n-"

Crowley was not interested in James' twisted lips. She looked quietly at the man who slowly turned around in the ashes. The opponent's raised hand was blocked by the ashes of the eyes, but Crowley could already guess that it was the 'killer' that killed the soul.

Crowley didn't move, but the space she was in was flipping. This was James's body so soft that his eyes determined the space that Crowley could detect.

In the constantly compressing space, Crowley's body was moved as if it were duckweed, the green walls, the ashes, and finally the sky in the building.

Crowley is waiting, just like James thought, this is the only exit of the dark alley.

The slowly closing space constantly compresses Crawley's world, and Crowley frowns. If James didn't see it, then she withdrew her evaluation of James' willpower.

In this world seen by James, composed of sky and building walls, which is constantly compressed and sinking, a man invades diagonally.

‘Really like the pastor. ’

Crowley remembered that side face looking up at a weird angle in the sudden emotion of James.

End.

When the last light spot flew to James, Crowley waved her hand. She was involved in this segment and did not need to watch it again.

James couldn't bear it anymore, his knees softened, his arms holding his arms on the not-so-clean ground vomited.

"Is it a painful thing to review my life?" Crowley stood in front of James with a smile, looking at the man's twitching shoulders. "I should give you some more comments, yours is Nice guy, see why vampires value you. "

James's body was twitching. He couldn't respond to Crowley's words. Sadly, he couldn't find an emotion to face the demon in front. She raped and raped his soul!

Crowley smiled and patted James on the shoulder, an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, "Maybe I should remind you, yeah, or remind you to remind the vampire."

James' cuffs were stained with disgusting viscous material. He frowned tightly and lifted his face. He wanted to stand up, but the soreness in his body did not allow him to do so. The only thing he could do was stare at Crowley.

Crowley bent her lips, ignoring James' anger. "You've seen hunters, those nondescript guys. Now, you see a real traditional hunter."

Crowley lifted James's chin, and didn't seem to dislike the stench in James's mouth. "How would you choose? Remind the vampire? Or is it like the previous 'Revenge'?"

In James' suddenly confused eyes, Crowley smiled, "Choose carefully, James Lance. If the vampire is not competent to teach you, I can."

James Crawley had no secrets for her, so of course, James ’s stance on the move was the same.