The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Because everyone in the world is different, if you really want to classify, put aside the masks used by people inside and outside and people, only those that are friendly to you and not friendly to you, these two. Eight? One ★ Chinese? Chinese? Net. ww.81ｚw.com ■

For Blake, Zac is the former, so he relaxes completely and looks at Zac with a smile. Before he could turn the words of thanks in his mind into words, he was pulled by Lola who looked very happy and chattered about the old Hank of the Grand House.

The librarian stared here, but he had no reason to trouble Lola. Because God knows what Lola is talking about! Her voice was low enough that it was far from disturbing others, only to learn that Suo Suo's voice caused the people concerned to be annoyed by a hint of curiosity.

This is not that Lola has enough consciousness to obey the rules, but only certain things can only be said in a low voice.

The vampire who was casual in this regard looked at Lola gossip with a smile, but the content of the gossip was from the Grand House. Zach realized that when he kept getting the West Side news through Lola, the girl was also passing the story in Grande back.

Mrs. Button's image flashed through Zac's head. Zac shook his head with a smile and opened the book in front of him.

"True Hermit", the content of the introduction is that people in a woods have an isolated person, he has lived alone for thirty years without human society. Can you imagine? No one touches, no one communicates, just alone.

The vampire's world view made him completely imaginable. The reason why he would take this book is not in good faith, but a sneering malicious intention to see what this 'hermit' is.

The vampire with impure motives failed to turn the first page. Mike closed the book in front of him, and there was a trace of regret on the raised face, "found it."

Zac closed the book helplessly and patted Mike comfortably, "Don't be disappointed, you can borrow."

"Really?" Mike's disappointment turned into expectation.

Zac shrugged and looked at the stack of books at Mike's desk. ● Eight ?? One Chinese ■ Wenwen. ww.8１zw.com ★ "It's just not that much, just choose."

Zac turned to Blake and Lola. "It's time to leave. I look forward to seeing you in Grand."

"I will go!" Blake's face under the hood definitely looked at Zac.

Zac smiled. Patted Mike. Zac, who was curious about the conversation between Crowley and Cherub, didn't want to be too late.

Leaving the library, the sun was exposed only by a circular arc under the shadow of the west building. The sky hasn't started to get dull, but generally the buildings of four or five storeys have cast large shadows on the streets. The vampire, who didn't need to replenish food, got on the truck and still took out a wine bottle. Empty completely.

It happened to be the moment when there was the most traffic. Zac impatiently put his arm on the window eaves. They blocked the Charles River from the north to the west. This mud covered car is very prominent in a black luxury car.

The light began to dim in this slow creeping traffic.

Zac looked around uninterestingly. These people seemed to be accustomed to this kind of traffic. The people sitting in the car were covered with white documents on the steering wheel. The hand on the steering wheel was still holding a pen. Taking advantage of the still recognizable sky, they occasionally turn pages, write and paint, and when they don't pay attention, they will touch the horn and make a harsh whistle on the crowded road.

When a region has formed its own characteristics, living there has become a status symbol. Zac understands these people who can't even Quest. Force yourself to endure such things every day.

"Have you started?" Understand that, the vampire is still anxious. He really is not like missing the confrontation between the fallen angel and Cherub, it will be a more exciting reality than the story played by the fairy on the curtain Performance.

"No." Mike, the co-pilot, looked out the window. Obviously the traffic jam was not experienced by this "outdated man". He wondered whether such a huge mobile tool brought convenience or increased trouble. Eight ◆ One Chinese website www.8１zw.cco ▼

Mike drew back his gaze, "Crowley is using the **** dog to lead him to a remote place."

Zach raised an eyebrow. "Tell Crowley, I know a perfect place. At the outermost level in the south of the West End, there used to be Grande's cemetery. Further south is the woods that intersect Newton."

Mike nodded, the black ink surging in his pupils seemed to break through the shackles of pupils. A touch of red, that was the mark of Crowley. Flashed in rolling ink black. It is really convenient to pass messages between demons.

In the truck where the rearview mirror had been deliberately knocked out, Zac turned back, his hands already on the steering wheel and gear. The already glaring truck began to move back and forth in the traffic, and those who were waiting in the seats frowned, and took down the documents on the steering wheel. Started to give way to the truck that suddenly turned.

‘Is this guy sick? 'This is what they think of the owner of the truck.

The head of the truck turned from west to south and went directly south from the back bay. After the vehicle crossed the area where Sister Cologne lived, it suddenly decreased, and in the increasingly dim sky, Zack raised his degree. After entering the Paisin District, which has nothing to do with the city's traffic laws, heading west, passing briefly in Newton City, Zack entered the periphery of the West District.

The sky was completely dark.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or just at the darkest moment of the day and night, Zach walking down the truck seems to hear the wailing of the **** dog.

Mike, who got out of the car, his eyes were completely black, and the red mark hidden under the black reminded him of his position. In the rich black, Mike's figure pulled a line. The vampire stretched his body, he is not the same as the devil. This is not a container, but his own body, which needs to be cherished.

At this moment when the sun has just sunk into the horizon and the moon has not had time to take over. A smile on the corner of Zucker's mouth was stretched infinitely. The residual image left behind was disturbed by the turbulent airflow, and disappeared for a moment.

The beast's sobs and burning flames became clearer.

"Your time is accurate."

The vampire, who had just stopped, raised his head, the black wings in the air opened, and Seth was thrown down by Crowley, hitting a raised tombstone, and in a deep mumble, the demon hunter covered His waist slowly climbed up, his dark frowns and tight foreheads above his dark-colored eyes, expressing his anger.

The sound of the collision of metal and stone rang around Zac, and Crowley ’s cracked golden boots stood on a tombstone, looking into the far distance of the fire, "just like before, Cherubim forever So rigid and pedantic. "

Crowley glanced back at Mike, who was already in a fighting stance. "Mike, you can leave here when you leave."

Mike's bowed waist was straight, and he shrugged up, ready to attack the shoulder and put it down. His face was grateful for concern, and he was helpless. But of course, even if he would call Crowley ’s name, he would not refuse Crowley ’s ‘command’ if it was an order.

"I still have something in Zac's car."

Crowley looked at Zac with some surprise.

The vampire bent the corner of his mouth with complacency, "I'm a good city guide, is it strange?"

"No." Crowley shook her head with a smile and looked at Mike again. "You can wait in the car."

Mike nodded and turned to the van hidden in the woods in the distance.

Here is the boundary of the already-cemetery area. In the process of moving the tomb, many tombstones in the center of the area have been removed. Most of the cemeteries on this border have been left unattended, meaning that no matter who is buried under this land, relatives and friends in the world who can accept compensation from the Patton City government already exist.

The flames that often burst in the center of the tomb moved slowly towards this side. As Crowley said, Cherubim is rigid. This kind of species that does not know how to appear in the world follows a simple rule. Everything that is out of order must be regulated.

So those **** dogs who just act as "leaders", even if the real enemy has been shown in the vision of Cherub, the cherub image of Cherub still repeats his work mechanically-first **** dog Send back to hell.

While waiting, Crowley seemed interested in the land under her feet.

The fallen angel put his hand on his chest, and after making a fool of his head, he appeared to be tied behind him. Crowley lowered her hand embarrassingly, and the disappointed vampire had noticed this, with a bad smile on her face.

"I know what you want to do, Crowley." Zach swept across the area where they stood with a smile. The necrotic and overgrown graveyards and dusty tombstones contrast with the neat flat ground in the center of the tomb.

Crowley gave up the anthropomorphic action, the wings behind her were closed, perhaps out of mutual respect, she stepped down the tombstone and stared at the vampire, "You also said that this is the tomb of Grande" once " Area."

"Of course." The vampire blinked. "It has nothing to do with me here."

It seemed that the vampire didn't care about the sorrow of these people buried under the ground, and waved his hand casually, "As you can see, no one will care about them. What you want to do, don't notify me."

Crowley smiled, and nodded slightly, not speaking.

"But, I still want to remind you." Zac blinked. "This is still Anthony's land." Zac pointed to the underground. "They used to be citizens of Barton. If you want to do something, you need the city. Long permission. "

Crowley narrowed her eyes and glanced at Zach. "Thanks for the reminder."

The unattended cemetery was stolen. This is a scandal. Although there are many things in the young city of Barton, such as the renovation of the cemetery, it has not been experienced. But such scandals should not be born well. (To be continued.)