The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

After having breakfast, the blast couple led the old Hank to the west cemetery. ?? Bayi Chinese? ★ ★ Net. www.81zw.com? Since Spella temporarily lives in Grande, there is no need to give Papa the opportunity to use the corpse in the tomb at midnight.

To the south of Benjamin's warehouse is a newly built real warehouse where stones shipped from the Ford funeral home are stacked. Of course, in addition to the stone, the items that were originally transferred from the Grand West Cemetery were also cleared by the werewolves out of their warehouses and piled here.

Benjamin lifted the dark green dust cover, chose a big card that suits his taste, drove the Grand House, turned into Highway 27, and drove to Sam's breeding factory.

The sun climbed slowly in the east, and as it crossed over directly above the city of Barton, Benjamin drove a large truck and dragged a group of ‘goods’ back from Highway 27. The werewolf's arm stretched out of the car window, and he should play with the drum in the radio, afraid of hitting the door.

In the back of the truck, dozens of sheep huddled together in a cargo box without a zenith. In the small brains of these sheep sheep, I do n’t know whether the high mobile platform they are on is more terrifying (truck), or the ‘wolf’ who is driving this truck is more terrifying.

In fact, they are too worried. This is a story of a wolf dragging a flock of sheep to feed a ghost.

The Grand House has a member with special dietary needs. These sheep are prepared for him.

Turning from Highway 27 into the side road where Grande is located, Benjamin turned the steering wheel and glanced at a car parked on the side of the road.

A black 'Herman' logo on the front of the black body stands on the front of the car. As the mayor of Barton City, it is natural to support local businesses. Anthony sits blankly in the driver's seat, and has accumulated a long gray ashes in front of the cigarette butts on his lips.

"Whether do you want to go in or not." Benjamin stopped next to the car and stretched out his thick arm, knocking the knuckles directly on the car's roof.

The ash in front of Anthony's mouth broke, and he looked sideways from the co-driver's window. Eight ◆ One ▲ ?? Chinese website www. 八 1zw.co ▼

The werewolf looked down at Anthony, and the already fat mayor seemed to have been carefully dressed. A straight black suit, a dark blue tie buried under the collar of a pure white shirt, and a golden tie clip attached to the chest.

It's just that the dress is too ‘dressy’, so that the tight neckline and tie will make a deep impression on his fat neck. After middle age, the face that started to spread horizontally is also red.

Benjamin turned his head and looked at Anthony, grinning, "Nice tie."

Anthony was inexplicably annoyed. He dropped the cigarette **** in his lips and sat upright. The leather seat squeaked under him. Anthony smacked the soot that fell on him, and the gray smoke smudged on his clothes, smearing gray marks on his clothes.

Anthony was irritated, his eyebrows twisted into a line, and he grabbed the rubbing of his clothes, but the scope of the stains became larger and larger. His hands clapped angrily to the steering wheel, and a sudden whistle sounded on the dirt road, startling the birds that were resting on the trees by the road.

Anthony's chest undulated and he wanted to take a deep breath, but the shackles of the neckline prevented him from smoothing. He violently pulled off the ink blue tie and threw it aside, unbuttoned the collar, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, put his hands back on the steering wheel, and released the brakes under his feet.

Watching the car continue to move forward, Benjamin shrugged. The two brothers are quite similar in some ways.

The truck also moved forward. Anthony stopped outside the front porch of the Grand House. After getting out of the car, he seemed to give up his grooming and opened the door of the Grand House with his coat and neckline open.

Benjamin did not turn into Grand's backyard, but went straight ahead and bypassed the front yard. On the west side of the Grand House, there is a grass field separated by a small forest. Like most residents in the Southern District, the Grand House has its own barn. As for the fields, Grande does not. They have cemeteries. It is no wonder that citizens of the North District think that the South District is a country. ★ Eight? ▲ One Chinese ▼ WenWww.81zw.com?

Benjamin parked the truck and lowered the guardrail of the trunk. The werewolf jumped on the front of the car and clapped his hands. The frightened flock of sheep did not have to drive, and swarmed into the sheepfold like a flee. I do n’t know how much time the new flock will spend to realize their fate is more ‘happier’ than staying at the Sam Farm.

Benjamin walked to the back of the shed again, took out the filled blood storage tank, loosened a few sheep with weak spirits, added some forage to them, and carried the blood tank back to the truck.

Yesterday afternoon, the ‘blood exchange’ almost emptied Zac ’s blood bank. While Zac and Ian were chatting, Benjamin was already intimately storing new food for his ‘brother’ ...

When we got on the bus, we just saw Hank and Blast who came back from the west cemetery for lunch, recruited three people to get on the bus, and then drove to the backyard of the Grand House.

"Your cemetery is like a wasteland." Spella, who was sitting in the car, said suddenly, her face was a little tired, and the continued spells in the morning caused her to consume a lot of mental energy, and Keden's strong arms Embracing his wife all the time, showing a distressed look.

Old Hank snorted. Obviously, the owner of the previous generation of Grande was not very satisfied with the operation of this generation.

Benjamin is a little embarrassed, old Hank, where are you from? Most of the guests who came to Grande were scolded by this old man! In the past ten years, many people have not been able to enter Zac's office, but they were scared away by Hank in the exhibition hall. This guy can't see anyone expressing any opinion on the coffin he made!

"You should start from the North Park, and other places are basically decaying. There is no action." Benjamin looked at Sibella and responded.

Spella nodded, "You have been more closed than we thought."

Benjamin frowned. He didn't quite understand Spira's words. It was not far from the pasture to Grande Benjamin, Benjamin could not continue the topic, stopped the car, and everyone went to the restaurant.

It was a silent lunch, and Grande ’s table was full of people. It was n’t that there were outsiders some time ago, it was necessary to pretend to be a scene, and everyone here knew the nature of Grande. It should have been the time to know the roots and the bottom of the heart, and the open heart of the conversation, everyone seemed to be separated by an invisible wall, and no one spoke.

After the unharmonious lunch, everyone dispersed. The wind was still heading towards the tomb, and Old Hank seemed to be familiar with them and had been walking with them. Zac and Benjamin were sitting in the office. The vampire was okay. It was not an eavesdropper. The isolation of a layer of cement could not stop his hearing. Instead, Benjamin deliberately put a sharp ear on his side, listening to the conversation between the two brothers Anthony in the basement.

The werewolf nodded suddenly, glancing at the vampire with a contemptuous smile. Sometimes he shook his head in regret, not knowing who was accusing him of a vampire or two. From time to time a pretentious look, asked the vampire: "It seems that there is a fight, do you really need to persuade?"

Zack glared at Benjamin. "Can you do anything else?"

Benjamin shook his head: "No." But immediately, he seemed to remember something and said, "Sibera said that we had been closed."

Zac frowned, leaving his middle-aged younger brother and younger brother in the basement for a while, and withdrew his attention: "Avoiding the world is the law of survival of aliens."

Benjamin withdrew part of his ears into alpha, with a thought on his face, "‘ closed ', I think she is expressing other things. "

Zac thought for a while and shook his head with a smile: "This woman is really difficult to please. The last time I visited her, I also felt that Grande was swaying, and now it is closed again."

Benjamin smiled as well, thinking that there was an answer, and his eyes shifted, "So, does she mean what we mean to separate ourselves from aliens."

That's exactly it.

When the vampire accepted permission for the first time and entered the blast house, the blast couple seemed to have great opinions about ‘Grand ’s sudden fame. Aliens should follow the principle of avoiding the world and live in the shadow of human society, not in the sun. There should be a clear boundary between humans and aliens, which is how those low-level aliens are generated.

However, after the desolation of the present cemetery, Spira said again that it was closed, which represented the isolation of Grande from the alien society. In Siberia's perception, a cemetery controlled by a vampire and werewolf should not be so barren. Below that soil layer, there should be ‘signs’ belonging to aliens, and Siberia is ready to ‘see’ the broken human corpses, as is the human prejudice against aliens.

But in fact, those cemeteries are really barren. These two aliens seem to have eliminated the alien's 'sign' and live like ordinary people.

"This is what we want." Zac looked at Benjamin: "I, you, Anthony, hope that with the help of James in the future, we will build Patton into a city that isolates outside interference from the outside world, and we should be proud."

Benjamin was silent for a while, and said, "Do you remember what Papa said at the West End tomb at midnight?"

"'Why am I wasting time in Massachusetts'." Zac leaned back in his chair, repeating Papa's words at midnight, and seemed to be caught in memory, "If I, 'Torido' still exists in the 'Secret Union' , I will also leave Massa, and even leave the Federation. "

Benjamin smiled and seemed to have entered the recall mode. Since the vampire turned on the ‘if’ sentence, he would also like to say: “If I still have my wolf pack, I will too.”

Interracial hates cremation.

"Perhaps we have really been separated from the previous society for too long." Zac looked at Benjamin, thanking the werewolf for using his experience so that he did not fall into sadness in his memories. Zac remembered another member of Grande, one of the lowest members in a heterogeneous society, "Where is Kim?"

"Gold !!" The werewolf let go of his voice, and his voice rushed out of the office directly and spread to the distance.

In the woods in the distance of the Grand House, the Great Dane spread his ears after eating, and his legs and legs jumped to the Grand House.