The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

The wooden simple fork hadn't been plugged into the green stuff that replaced the fried chicken requested by Anthony, Crowley stood up, and her turning movement stopped, golden, with a slightly curved wave, with her face turning The long, fluttering air was brought back by the stopped body, and the slender finger tips, reflecting the light lustrous nails, snapped into the backrest of the Roman seat. Eight ▲ one ● ■ Chinese? ww.8１zw.com ●

The closed office seemed to have huge wings spread, and the paper on Anthony's desk was instantly lifted! The overlapping clatters filled Mayor Barton's ears in an instant! The dark shadows seemed to have substantial objects, and they shattered the light in the office hard. The chaotic light and shadow in Anthony's eyes had not yet had time to calm down.

Anthony closed his eyes tightly, and the sudden ‘Storm’ had overturned Gina ’s ‘moved hands’ lunch. Anthony didn't care about the food scattered on his clothes. His hand was not stupid to hold the gun on his side, but immediately grabbed the plate in front of him and blocked it in front of his face!

Some things that do not exist in this world cannot be seen with the eyes. Anthony has no self-healing ability.

Perhaps some faith fanatics will think this is a proof of strength. In fact, it is just like the vampire will burn when entering the home of the Indians, which is a manifestation of certain borders that cannot be crossed. This is the boundary between ** and the soul. As for the person who can set this boundary is strong, um, if Papa's midnight is used as a reference, it seems to be really strong.

The golden long fluttered in the blazing blazing light, Crowley's face had been completely submerged under the light, and the dark-black things were swimming in the light.

This process is not long.

With a slight open eyelid, Anthony looked at the side blocked by the dinner plate, and the light and shadow had returned to normal. The mayor of Barton clapped the plate back to his desk, staring at Crowley who was still standing away from him.

Covering Crowley with clothing that seemed to have been burned through, but the burning traces of extinction were not expanding, but contracting, and the gray ashes drifting in the air slowly gathered on her, a smooth back It was gradually obscured by shirts and coats that were constantly being restored. ? ■ Eight ● One Middle ● Wen Wang www.81zw.com ▲

"You better have a good explanation!" Anthony shouted, and the rough palms left by his army patted heavily on his desk, and the innocent broccoli turned into a green paste.

Crowley's head shook, and her black eyes closed as she turned back, looking at the angry Anthony.

"I am alone." Crowley seemed to be thinking about the words, "Dead." There was no emotion in her tone. In the blue pupil, the dark black pupil contracted and expanded like breathing. , Contraction, expansion.

Anthony snorted, very well, James did a good job, at least let a demon roll back to hell.

Crowley looked at Anthony's indifferent expression, shook his head, and turned back to him. "You didn't understand, 'die', his soul disappeared."

Anthony's mood fluctuated. Zac started?

Crowley looked sideways at Anthony's expression, and she confirmed that the mayor did not know the situation.

"Now, I really need to go somewhere." Crowley said goodbye again, tapping her fingers gently on the desk. Because she suddenly appeared real and messy desk, as if pulled by some force, various debris floated in the air and returned to their original position. Even the food contaminated by Anthony returned to the dinner plate.

Anthony frowned and looked at Crowley's back when she opened the door and disappeared. She looked again at all the plates that seemed to be unhealthy. She pouted her lips and threw them all into the trash.

Crowley looks slender and has a neutral aesthetic body under the men's formal wear, attracting countless pairs of "curiosity" eyes in the city hall, she turns into the stairwell.

When the man with the initiative wanted to catch up with the conversation, there was no one in the stairwell. ★ ??? Bayi Chinese Network. ww.81zw.com? Of course, these men who are good at speech will not feel weird, they will only feel that such long legs really go very fast.

Pain like acupuncture was born in James's brain. James's consciousness began to recover. He had already felt that his hand had been dislodged. Subconsciously clenched his fingers. The first time James' brain started to work, he remembered that he had a gun on one side and one side It is a saber.

James, who had no idea what was born, was not prepared to let go of these two only things that would give him safety.

In James's just opened eyes, the scene was spinning rapidly, still the dark alley between the buildings, still the turning point, even he had felt that the breeze from the vent on one side had already poured into his neckline .

Then everything started to sink! No, it's James's gaze!

As if gravity was split into the wall and the sky, James's back pressed against the wall and began to slide upward! Straight trousers up, James saw a long finger in the field of vision, hooking. Further up, the buttoned formal jacket was held up by something when it reached the middle, the shirt button inside was a bit difficult to bind the things inside, and the golden long was on the bulge, James already had Bad hunch.

The delicate chin, lips, nose, and blue have two black pupils until James's body is completely suspended against the wall. Crowley's frown, his swaying fingers swinging to the sides, and James's arm seemed to be equipped with an organ not under his control!

James posted on the wall in large letters.

Crowley turned to the left, and James ’hand was pressed against the wall by invisible force where Crowley ’s sight was horizontal.“ Is the silver bullet. ”Crowley observed.“ Silver stands for blocking, for any Interracial people have the power to hurt, so they have a good choice. "She seemed to be talking to herself.

Crowley's finger ticked James's wrist. James watched in amazement as he turned the gun and confronted Crowley. Crowley looked sideways for a while, and showed no signs of just using it. He straightened his fingers expressionlessly, James's wrists pressed against the wall again, and the joints on his arms were hurt by the impact!

Crowley walked to the right, and James 'collapsed' watched the opponent's neckline crossed in front of her eyes.

Crowley frowned as he watched the army knife held tightly in James's left hand. This army knife is typically made of steel and has no use at all, at least for the devil. The devil's container does not require the joints to be intact. Their actions and regeneration depend not on the power of **, but on the soul. As long as the damage of the container is still within the scope of maintenance, it will not affect their actions.

If you see someone facing away from you, but your face is facing you, don't treat the other person as an alien who has failed to create an image. Do n’t think it ’s a walking dead, Papa ’s actions that he could n’t do at midnight, and it ’s hard for him to make them. It's just a demon who doesn't care much about his container.

Crowley was facing James, looking at James's confused expression, "So you didn't kill me. What did you see?"

James stared at the demon in front of him, and after such a short silence, "Let me down!" James said his first words to the demon!

When he first met Crowley, he had been speaking under the guidance of Zac and Anthony. The real object of the conversation was not Crowley. He only knew now how lucky he was at that time. If he could, he Hope it is never good to talk to this woman!

Crowley raised her eyebrows, and by comparison, she was not interested in James. In her view, this is an ordinary human being, a belief that is not obvious, and a worldview that is still being shaped. It's just a guy who has been involved in the real world. The only thing that can be seen is that the will is still strong, and there is no fear and collapse because of the strange situation.

"Why?" Crowley smiled. "To you, I don't need to let go. You are just an educated human being."

James ’s chest undulated, and the feeling of gravity dislocation was not good. James ’s senses were adapting to covering his gravity from three directions. "Let me down !!" He raised his voice and shouted again stand up!

"Do you want to attract other people?" Crowley looked at James and bent her lips.

James's open mouth closed.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." Crowley's eyes began to take a serious look at this human, "It can be seen that both the vampire and the mayor value you, and I don't want to anger them."

"What do you want to do!" James lowered his voice and his chin was resting on his chest, clearly the simplest bow, but in just a few seconds, James had felt a sore neck.

"I already asked." Crowley sighed and waved his hand. James felt that the power from the sky had disappeared and he felt a lot more comfortable. No, how could it be comfortable to put a hanging sticker on the wall!

"What do you see?" This was Crowley's most concession.

"No! I didn't see anything!" James whispered. It's true. He wasn't sure what he saw. Did he say that he saw a man like a pastor stepping across his head?

"You know, can I see the memory in your soul?" Crowley took the forehead. "Do you want me to pull out your soul and take a look?"

James's face was blue, which was different from what Anthony said! Anthony reminded him of the things he needed to pay attention to when he left, but he didn't mention that the devil can pull out his soul!

"Oh." Crowley swiped her finger across her lips. "Interesting. Just listen to others, how do they teach you vampires?"

James' face was even greener! Crowley is lying to him!

But James had no chance of fire, Crowley's body disappeared, and the black ink rushed towards James!