The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"I naturally became weak, and I lost so much blood."

"Four hours ago, you lost so much blood." Benjamin was still serious ... controlling his emotions, "How much blood have you made up to now? Have you recovered?"

Zac frowned, "No." If Zac felt he recovered, he wouldn't control blood just to prevent Kevin!

Benjamin raised his arms, "Then you decide now to find the reason why 'your blood suddenly doesn't want to stay in your body'."

Zac continued to frown, not speaking.

The reason for not speaking is that this decision is the same as ‘I want to pick the stars’. It ’s simple to do, but then? How are you going to advance the decision that has not implemented the plan at all? Do you rely on the earth to throw you into the stars?

The master bedroom was quiet. After crossing this door, Emilia and ‘General’ had just cooperated once in the corridor, and now they are standing together on the empty corridor and looking at each other. Nothing else, what I want to do.

"Two people downstairs are useless." Amelia said, talking about Blake and James, who had gone down before. "You and I stared at these Grand employees." He said a proposal.

‘General’: “Dora and Eve talked to the Gangro ancestors in the living area. Those employees dare not do anything.”

"Then we're going to stare at the ancestral gangro." Emilia raised her eyebrows, and seemed to have such an idea at the beginning. "I don't know about you, but I'm still responsible for reviewing all those coming to Patton Interracial work. Zac obviously would n’t explain to us why the Gangaro ancestor came here suddenly, then I guess I can only find it out myself. ”

"General" pouted, "Last night he preyed in the North District, and the matter of the demon contractor of the devil should also be the responsibility of my jurisdiction (" General "was given the responsibility of Zack to manage the North District), okay, I'll go with you. "

The two left the corridor. Let's continue to cross the wall of the corridor, the entertainment room.

The shielding of witchcraft mantras is two-way, and the people in the entertainment room do not know that the people outside have gone clean. No matter how outside has no effect on them.

"Now the situation is very simple." Mrs. Quinn pestered her cane and stood at the corner of the entertainment room. It ’s not that she wants to marginalize herself, it ’s just that the Grand Entertainment Room is too small now, and she wants to put the people in the main space-Spella and Kevin, "Kevin Rosembura is tracking Hamilton ’s Traces, and there are clues in Sibera ’s hands. Cooperation, let your own self-esteem be taken care of and do your own things. Decide, now. "

Well, Mrs. Quinn is now a middleman. On the one hand, pulled by the attributes of the supporters of the In’an culture and Sibera, while on the other hand, the influence of the identity of the West Side pulled Kevin, and then went to the middle. And this thing in the middle at the moment is the public enemy-Hamilton Lesenbullah.

Spella opened her mouth first, "I won't let go of my self-esteem in any way." A glance at Kevin said, "It was him who crushed the An'an ethnic group in the four centuries. Huh." Brother, Rute. Hamilton is a threat to Barton society. Without Lesenbula from the west, I will still solve Hamilton without the need for other people. ”

In case everyone forgets, let me mention that, Nainard gave Farberd ’s burial place to Spella and Norfil. This fact may be the reason why Siberia had Hamiltonian intelligence. As for why Siberia regarded Hamilton as an enemy, Siberia had made it very clear that Hamilton threatened Barton society.

Kevin glanced at Sibera, as if to tell, "I won't let go of my self-esteem." Hey, "Lute is dead. Since you know it is him who suppresses the An'an ethnic group, what else do you want, whip Body, then I ’m welcome to go to the west at any time to whip his wreckage in the wind. "Uh, it sounds like a vomiting vampire will turn gray after death. In fact, it ’s ironic to Siberia. Put your self-esteem to the west! "Hamilton is the aftermath of Lesenbull. For my aftermath, I don't need others to be around. I will solve it when I come."

As a middleman, Mrs. Quinn seems to have entered a dead end.

Oh, no ~

Mrs. Quinn's cane nodded to the ground, and she said she didn't need to carry this useless prop at all, but she brought ~ wooden cane and wooden floor collided. In some federal superstitions, this voice represents good luck.

Mrs. Quinn ’s face is smiling, "Do you not cooperate? It ’s good. I personally prefer competition to cooperation ~" Carrying the collision of "good luck", "Let's make things more interesting How about letting us add some luster to this competition ~ "

Mrs. Quinn tilted her head slightly, "You each put something in the prize pool, and whoever wins will be able to take it all away ~" When Spira and Kevin's faces twitched at the same time, "I voluntarily assumed this The fair person in the competition, you keep your chips until the competition is over ~ "

The ghost knows how this **** turned around, and the peacemaker instantly became the banker?

No ~ we all know how this turn is turned-this is the city of Torrido, who can take credit for removing the threat of the city, in addition to Torrido, are there any other roles with this distribution power? Oh, and in such a composition of competitors, Mrs. Quinn, who is involved in both sides, is the perfect bookmaker!

The recreation room was also quiet, thinking about the soon-to-be-competition chips in Mrs. Quinn's smile.

We continued to cross the walls of the partition space and went outside. On Grand's back porch, James and Blake had the same gloomy face.

"What? What is Wes doing ?!" James couldn't seem to believe what he had just heard from Blake.

"Don't let me repeat it again." Blake raised his hand to wipe the spit on James's face. "You are his friend, his partner. If you take care of him a little bit, this kind of thing. It won't happen! "

Speaking of which, we haven't paid attention to Wes's movement for a long time.

James covered his face, "I just have ... too many things!" This is a fact, a marriage that is not blessed by the family-the marriage with Kate is based on the fact of coercing General Lance; Unprepared parenting-he expressed concern about this child on the road in front of Zac, is there less; never had an easy job-this needless to say. Under the influence of these factors, James ignored his friend, hey, he couldn't blame him.

James suddenly firmed his expression, "At least he is still human!"

Blake was helpless, "Cocoon, a cocoon alive to become something else in the future! Have you listened to me? Your best friend tried to be a republican alien! Live your own people as a reason" He no longer regards himself as a human! Miller, the republic guest of the Yuri family? Remember? Think of your life as a living 'person'! How dangerous is such a life, don't you know? "

"I know the danger! But it's better than the alien that he decided to become a vampire, a demon who has no room to turn around once he wants to do it!"

Blake opened his mouth and closed again, and the two fell silent.

Have you wondered what kind of 'Weir' Weiss wants to live himself into? Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's nothing more than the niche of people like Jason, Blake, and Weiss, and it doesn't need to be known to everyone.

But ... looking at the situation on the Grand side, except for Benjamin in the master bedroom, why no one really cares about Zac's safety ... Everyone really is looking for an opportunity to eat melon ...

There is another opportunity, we cross the backyard and go to the living area. Dora and Eve at least really worried about Zack's weakness before coming to question Calvin, they would worry about Zack ...

In the living area, Dora and Eve, and later Emilia and ‘General’, four people were shuttled upstairs and downstairs.

"He's here! I can feel it!" The face in Dora's hood was black like carbon.

"Me too, but ..." Eve's face was similar.

Emilia and ‘general’, forget it.

They didn't even see Calvin's face, because ... they didn't know that the pigeon standing on the lintel of the living area was the ancestral gangro that they were looking for.

But it's amazing that the employees of different ethnicities in the living area have calmed down. Because they realized one thing, these key figures of Button did not know much about them.