The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The open-air party hall was rendered red by the evening glow and the bonfire. The guests had put unfinished cakes on the table. Under the light music, the guests coaxed and encouraged the two new people to not completely dim in the sky Before, a wedding game. ?? Bayi ▼ China? Wen Wang. ww.81zw.com?

This is a cruel game. On both sides isolated by the campfire, there are long tables with various messy items-watches, vases, snacks, snacks ...

Eric collected the guest ’s questions and stood in front of the campfire, “Please choose the bride ’s favorite snack!”

Cliff took out the chips, and Linda took out the puffs on the other side.

Eric continued daringly, "Please choose the favorite style of the bridegroom ..."

Cliff took out the triangle and Linda took out the four corners.

"Please, please select the things you must bring to go out ..." On Eric's forehead, the beads of sweat were stirred by the campfire.

Cliff hesitated to pick up his watch, Linda raised her wallet.

...

See, cruel game.

Let us not continue to pay attention to this unbearable situation, look at Zac.

Zac finally had the opportunity to nod to someone at the other end of the long party dining table, it was Bi Sharp. This pale-faced guy has been in a state of boredom. Riley is a bridesmaid and doesn't have much time to accompany him.

However, it was just a nod. He did not intend to talk on this occasion. It is understandable that their intersection is a gray professional employment relationship, which is not so obvious.

Someone seemed to notice Zach's movements, dispersing the people around him and approaching. "Coden has told me about Bishapo in the West Side." It was Siberia.

Spira's original direction was Benjamin, but our Alpha gave a 'Don't come near me' expression, and Spira could only helplessly stop beside Zac and said, "I'm surprised you and the demon Still gave Bi Sharp a little more freedom. "

Zac smiled and gave no response. This is the basic rule of the social field. When the party with higher popularity comes closer to talk with the person with lower popularity. The less popular side needs needs, grace, gestures.

Spella frowned. Patted on Louise's shoulder sitting next to Zac, "Give us some space, how about it."

Louise glanced at Zac, got a nod, and pulled Mo up. "Let's go to the" General "and ask Mr. Morrillin about women's clothing. Bayi ●? Chinese ▲ Wen ■ net. Ww.81zw.com?"

Spella was able to sit next to Zac. "You don't need this attitude. Benjamin came back safely. There's nothing between us ..."

"I still can't step into the front door of the blast." Zac didn't look at Spella, he only raised his eyebrows and said this, while shaking the glass, oh, the red 'wine' inside was Zac's own.

Spira frowned, "You have been invited again."

"That's it. We didn't have any ugliness before." Zac looked at Spella, raised his glass, and then narrowed his eyes. "Don't play Bisha's idea." This was the first thing to take on Spella.

"Even if I thought, there was no way. Coden said, he didn't find the remains of the evil spirits." Spira was honest.

Zac turned his head and smiled, "Then please invite yourself and those Indian hunters around you to restrain yourself, don't touch the evil spirits of Bishape Manor, in exchange. I don't ask you what you got in the North and South District "" Zach raised an eyebrow, gestured, uh, our vampire made a gesture. "What do you call it? Oh, enchantment."

"Isn't it just asking about the enchantment, or what's going on later?" Spella was asking for vampire promises. "I told you that there will be many other people coming from Barton in the near future. You can't ..."

"Do you mean a guy like Max." Zac continued to shake the glass. Keeping a smile, but the corners of the mouth are more curved, "Do you think I will care?"

Spella pulled the shawl, "There are others."

"Black Witches?" Zach raised his eyebrows and looked at Alice who was feeding the Great Dane cake. "As long as they don't make a bad role model for Alice, again, I don't care."

"So Benjamin was right." Spira looked at Zac with a complicated look. "I'm right too, you really don't care about anything." When did Benjamin tell Spira? The early morning when Benjamin came back (end of the first volume).

"You are wrong." Zach shook his head with a smile. "I still care about one thing. Those who come here, you better let them find a legal job in Button." Zack chuckled lightly. "You know our mayor, who doesn't like his citizens to be idle." Of course, both Vampire and Alpha were taken by Anthony to manage the funeral home. What proof is needed?

Spella frowned, she would n’t let Zac just bring the topic to the boring ordinary human daily, "If this is what you care about, I would like to ask you, Rymer, your secret alliance, in Does Barton have any legal profession. "Spella probably wanted to fight back.

Zac looked helplessly at Benjamin first, "Uh, you told her?"

"It doesn't matter." Benjamin turned around indifferently. "If Rimer is really like you said, interested in witchcraft, I'll find her sooner or later. COMM "(same, the final volume)

"That's true." Zac nodded and turned back to Spira, with a rogue expression that made people want to fight, "I need to correct you, it's not 'our secret alliance', I don't belong to any alliance. So You do n’t need to ask me about Rimmel. ”Zac raised an eyebrow.“ I do n’t know. ”Lied, with a rogue expression, this is the best way to end the topic, learn.

Spella twitched her lips. "You can say what you want." She gave up and adjusted her sitting posture to continue to the next topic, "How much have you listened to my conversation with other people."

Of course, the Grands have no one here to harass-harass-and all our vampires can do is to eavesdrop on others. And will our vampires listen to the chat of ordinary guests? Of course not. If you want to listen, it is natural to listen to the aliens. That's worth Zach listening to, who else besides Spira.

"I'm not interested in listening to your conversations." Naturally, I have to deny it first, and then, "but there are some doubts that Morman shared."

What we know about this is that Mermaid Morman had already expressed his desire to ask Sibella to ask something, but he was caught halfway by Zac Grande to explain to James.

Zach went on, "I heard it. The dead siren in the fire punished by the world-a male siren suspected to have been transformed by Papa at midnight. Ha ha. You shouldn't come to me, you should go and talk to Mrs. Sheila . "

Zac looked at the winged ugly woman on the side of Morinlin, who was talking to Eli. Oh yeah, everyone should remember that Ali was in the West End. Listening to their conversation, Aili seems to be half of Mrs. Sheila's employee (manor pool cleaner).

"She doesn't care about anything." Sibella's eyes were the same as Zac's. She looked in that direction, and then turned to the succubus Riley who was with the bride and tried to cheat. "She, call Riley, right, maybe more useful."

"Don't forget what we just said so quickly." Zach smiled and waved his hand. "Don't touch Bishape Manor, even if it's distracting the charming demon. Please solve the problem that you Yinan people have done." After this and the direct refusal to help, our vampire tilted his head, "but if you want to express gratitude to Grande for turning your attention to the truth of the fire, please feel free to accept it."

"Humph!" Spella finally couldn't help it. "Thank you ?! If the fire is not your troublesome intervention, it will not be turned out at all!"

In fact, the fire in the North District was no one interested. It was Grand who received the commission from New Herman, and it was because of the coincidence that Curson visited Grande that he was turned over by the police and made everyone know. Terrorist attack.

"Is it." Zack shrugged with a smile. "It must be turned out. Do you want Grande not to participate? Let the interpretation of things show an uncontrollable direction."

Spira stopped talking. Silent for a while. Shaking his head helplessly, "I need a personal affection." The wizard changed the subject again! Otherwise, Zac has already expressed his position. It's no use saying more, "After the bodies of the Inian werewolves were taken away by the police, I hope you will find a way to help me get them out. Isn't your Grand Mill cooperating with the police, can you ..."

Know what Spella is talking about. Those corpses that John and she wanted to study, under James' 'tips', they could only temporarily let go and let the police take them away.

"The Southern District Police who cooperated with the mill." Zac interrupted directly. "These bodies were-?" The last word of the question was lengthened, waiting for the other party to make up.

"North District." Spella filled her face with a frown.

Zac chuckled softly, "Then what are you doing with me." Zac raised his chin, facing each other. From the beginning of the party, he stood in front of the window in the farmstead, watching silently all James outside. Yes, Zac has n’t communicated with James, "You need a guy with human touch."

Spira's eyes also glanced over there and retracted, "This is the same, you let him help ..."

"I don't think I can let him do anything." Zac interrupted again, without deliberately chuckling, calmly looking at James's direction and saying such a word.

Spella closed her mouth and looked at James's direction. Then she looked at the bride, her eyes flashing, and she seemed to be thinking about something. Both of them were quiet for a while before Spira spoke again. "This is probably a" surprise "for us. Are you going to figure out James' relationship with this Linda."

At the top of the Barton alien, the two guys who were divided by the belief system actually agreed on something.

Zac took a sip of 'wine' and withdrew his eyes. "I'm a gentleman. I don't intend to go against what I said." Don't worry, continue to listen. "I once said that he should not use the pupil of charm. So, no I ’m not going to do anything on my own initiative to explore what he has to do with this inheritor from the west. "

Spira squinted, "Don't take the initiative." He shook his head and looked away. "I should remind you that he is the one who read Ryan's Soul Curse after all (Vol. 2), I won't Do anything to him, so do n’t expect me to do anything. "

Zac smiled. "It's as if I had expected you." Zac raised the glass again and took a sip, throwing away excess thinking and boosting his mood.

"Oh, you should." Spella also smiled. "You shouldn't think that, I don't know that little conflict between you and Boyson."

Our vampire, his face stiffened, but he immediately recovered his smile, "I didn't think anything. You ..." Zac carefully observed Spira's expression. "Is there anything to say about him?" ? "

"Don't you ask me how I know it." Spella narrowed her eyes, looked back at Zac, and also observed.

"Are you going to tell me?" Zack asked back.

"Benjamin told you, were we at a warehouse site at the junction of the west and north districts to let him go back to Grande." Spella was fairly straightforward, and Zac nodded directly to know that Spella continued, "When When we were still there, he came to me and made a request that you might be interested in. "Spella deliberately slowed down, but still wanted Zac to ask, hehe, wizard, there are also naive time.

So our vampire responded more naively-

"Then, quickly verify that I am really interested."

"Huh." Spella pouted, and she found the wrong opponent. "He asked me to invite him into the north and south."

Zac raised his eyebrows, his mouth slowly elongated and bent, with a smile on his face, "Say it again."

"Boyson." Sibera fulfilled Zac's wish, "Let me invite him into the south and north areas protected by the border."

This shows one thing-Boyson, Papa's creation at midnight!

The most wonderful thing in the world, the opposing 'enemies' standing in a row must be counted as one. Otherwise, Zac could not explain the movement of drinking at the corner of his mouth.

Oh, Papa is the enemy at midnight? In the event that his deceased disturbed Patton ’s law and order and calculated that Grande had “deceived” away Ian, Zac may still have a trace of respect for this powerful witchcraft ancestor. But after Teddy disappeared, Grande was tricked into Zhang Luo everywhere, and he came up with the republican incident. Enemy, Papa successfully obtained this definition for himself at midnight.

As for Boyson, don't say it.

Zac put down his empty wine glass, took out his snack can and continued pouring. Happy mood needs to be expressed.

The colorful spots gathered around Zac without warning, and Danny the illusion missed the wedding, but still caught up with the party.

"Zac, Coulson is coming here."

Zac's movement of pouring wine was slightly stagnate, and he looked at Danny suspiciously, "What is he doing here?"

Danny's eyes had turned to the surrounding guests, and Barton's aliens also turned their eyes to this late illusionist, expressing goodwill in the gesture, "I don't know, I saw it halfway, it's almost coming."

Zac pursed his lips, "Go to the" General "side to remind him, then, right there, let Rita help introduce you to everyone."

Danny nodded, turned into a light spot, gathered entities in the corner of no one, and then walked toward the direction of Minxin. (To be continued.)