The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

After breakfast, Alice and Benjamin came out and drove the old car from Anthony. Eight ▲ one ★ middle? ■ Wenwen. ww.8.11zw.com? The Grand van is left to Danny to pick up the ‘people’.

Matthew's appetite was affected more seriously than Benjamin, and he was not even so energetic. The two days of returning to Grande are still late. While waiting for Matthew to have breakfast, Zac made a decision to let Matthew sleep in Grande these few days.

When Matthew finished eating, when Zac was ready to go out, a wizard came again, still with the smell of Inan witchcraft herbs all over his body ...

"What about Benjamin?" Max asked, looking at Matthew on the back porch with an uncomfortable look standing beside Zac.

"Going out, you are late." The answer was Zac. Zac looked at Max and frowned as he touched his nose. "You smell more intense."

"Uh ..." Max jumped on the spot and shivered. "I can't help Silk Bella and they can only prepare materials and the like ..."

Mo appeared behind Zac and made a breathing action, seeming to smell the smell from Max, "Indian's witchcraft, I have also seen some in the Republic." The words are right from the beginning of yesterday She called out Max, who was her identity, "You are making potions with preservation effects." Mo frowned and seemed to think of something bad.

There was an excitement in Max's face. Yesterday he wanted to see the ink. The curious curiosity caused it, but he was forcibly taken away by Benjamin. Can I change it with you ... "

"No." Mo kept a frown. "Not curious, but annoying. Eight ???? One Chinese website www.81zw.com ★" Mo looked at Zac, "In the Republic, you call Papa midnight man , The ancestor of witchcraft, after tormenting our 'goblin', would save the body like this, and then study to make something disgusting. "

Max opened his mouth. This can't be continued.

Zac didn't mean to save the field. He glanced at Max, "Sibella, what are they doing to the bodies of those werewolves."

"Uh, um." Max had to turn his eyes away from Mexico. "It just seemed that someone reminded the police that they were looking for these bodies (naturally James), so the research was temporarily stopped, and the first drug found ways to save these bodies, let the police take them first, and then figured out ways to get them back.

Zac frowned. "Save? The police will definitely take these corpses for testing. Doesn't the way you save the Indians affect anything?"

"No, the werewolf actually died when he became a werewolf. When he really dies, their body will be very fast ..." He looked at our vampire unnaturally, "you It ’s probably clearer than me ... so Spella and John are actually in a hurry, and now we must put aside. We will only make the police detection look more normal. ”

Zac twitched his lips and didn't want to ask more, "Do you still have something to go back to you?"

Max knew he was unhappy. "Then I'm gone. Ming, I'll come again tomorrow."

Zac wanted to refuse, looked at the guy with his head drooping, no spirit left, shook his head, how to say that it was the same person who died with Benjamin Matthew, forget it, let him do it. ▼ August 1 Chinese ◆ Text? ◆ Net. ww.81zw.com? Watched this guy leave, Zac went to the west cemetery.

Mexican-Israel was not in a good mood, so he wanted to go out for a walk. Zac looked at her. Unlike the feeling of being adversely affected in the sun, the vampire himself is gradually warming up in the sun, and he needs to have a drink for nothing, making Zac feel a sense of being compared.

"I thought the cemetery of the Federation would be more different from ours." Mo walked past the tombstones of others without evasion. I touched the beautiful point made by the tombstone twice, "the result is almost the same."

Matthew holding a very thick cemetery management book, has been explaining to him who was buried nearby. Choosing a cemetery is similar to choosing a real estate. People with the same social status will naturally meet in the same lot ... well, that's what it means.

"It's a different way to choose." He leaned over to Matthew and looked at Grande's graveyard management book. "Your choice is superficial." The words said to Zac, "The places you just set are all in the vicinity of a cemetery of similar specifications." Mo is very sharp, "You are completely paid by the customer What is the amount, choose the location. "

"Yeah." Zac consciously answered nothing inappropriately. "The graveyard specifications that can be made with the same payment are naturally similar. Is there a problem with my method."

Mo Jian shook his head with his mouth, "No problem, but what I don't understand is that you don't seem to be in the intended position of the cemetery. Such a selection method can at most make the cemetery look, well, tidy-similar specifications Cemetery together. "

"That's fine." Zackley replied, of course. "This is a cemetery. Below are decaying, no longer alive bodies. Tidyness is the only thing they need." As the only traditional funeral owner in Barton, Za Keh said this, well, professional insights.

"Okay." Mo sipped his lips. This is the Federation. She should be aware of all her cognition, and it is time to go into the country and follow the custom. "You continue."

"Matthew." Zac shrugged, and the three cemeteries in the east and west had walked through. "How much land have I reserved?"

Matthew Xun turned out the notes and counted them, "36." This is the answer. Okay, so many ...

"Enough." Zac squinted and looked up at the sun that was close to the center. It was gone this morning. "Go back. Pick a few small pieces and put them in the plan for Louise, then back out and pick a few more pieces. "Why did you choose so much? The answer is here. Zack chuckled and turned around." Less, let Mrs. Donna retreat slowly. "

"Going back?" Mo was left behind, and she turned to look north. "Isn't there a park there that I didn't see?"

Zac raised his eyebrows and smiled back. "The cemetery of the Federation also has requirements for the location. That is, the North Park is reserved for those who are sinners and people who don't care. Ordinary people don't want to be buried there."

Mo opened his mouth and seemed to have something to say, but he closed it and silently followed Zac.

Zac felt cool in the back, and a soul-like alien was actually cold behind his vampire, which felt annoying.

"Speak." Zac frowned, turned around, and looked at the republican ghost, "What do you want to say?"

First let out a breath, as if it was uncomfortable before, "North Park, is the best place here, is angry ..." She suddenly paused and smiled slightly, looking at Zac as a sign that he was patient. On the face that listens to you, "In the words that your federal aliens can understand, this is where the right 'things are born'."

Zac turned around, and after he had finished listening, he could go home.

"Did you understand?" Mo Piao, probably Piao, anyway, the shoes of the same style as Louise were not on the ground, 'moved' to Zac's side, "I said birth, I forgot what I told you in the kitchen. "Our republic ..." things "are all born out of people, objects, and emptiness. The place where you bury sinners and anonymous people is where we were born."

Zac went on, "What do you want to express." The expressionless face, "You want to tell me that the Republican people will choose to bury in such a place in order to be born again after death." , Or a discussion of world cognition.

Mo shook his head, but immediately, nodded again, "Uh ... I mean that, but there are others ..."

Zac interrupted, "There is nothing else. There is Grand North Park. I am the master of Grand. I haven't seen anything born yet. You are republican knowledge." Zac glanced at her "It's wrong." The look given was-'Please recognize your situation'.

"It's just appropriate, but not necessarily." Mo didn't mind the words that weren't very friendly. He smiled and tilted his head. "I can feel that there is something there. The 'fine' we talk about is brewing."

Zac raised his hand, intending to wave it to end the dialogue, but stopped halfway and turned to look at Matthew, "Has Harrison buried there."

"Yeah." (To be continued.)