The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac's merits didn't get a response. The vampire curled his lips, his fingers pinched Dylan's chin, and swung left and right. ★★ 八一 ★ 中? 文 网 www.8１zw.com? Dylan ’s left face was very worn due to the friction of the wall. Zac frowned and thought for a while, then walked to the cabinet again and began to look for repair materials.

Dylan's family is not right. It should be Smith who has strict requirements for appearance. Usually in this case, the farewell style will not open the coffin for people to watch, just like when the tomb was moved, watching will not make people mourn, but will only make people lose their appetite. But Smith obviously wanted to show his ability to control everything, even if people had already left.

"Danny, your illusion ..." Dylan spoke.

"Danny." Zac looked at Dylan correcting, "Not mine, Danny is Danny, we live together in Grande."

"Danny." Dylan looked at Zac, and his translucent cyan face could not see emotions. "He said Michelle would be protected by those ... demons, Crowley's people, and would be safe."

"He is right." Zac chose the material, a small piece of flesh-colored rubber-like thing, smiled and returned to the stone table, carefully observed the blue undead in front of him, "What is this, is a A mole? "Zac asked Dylan's face.

No reply was received, but Dylan's face was dull and the thing that seemed to be a mole was not obvious.

Zac raised his eyebrows, covered the left face of Dylan in his hand, turned and walked to the workbench, quickly squeezed a bunch of things on the tray, and picked up the color like a painter.

Zach seemed to be very busy, dropped the ‘palette’ in his hand, and stood in front of the stone platform with a needle and started sewing.

"Those demons." Dylan seemed to adjust his emotions and spoke again. "Am I the same as them."

As I have said before, Zac ’s technique is very good. The **** left face has disappeared and is covered by the clothing, but it is too flat and has no pores.

"Not yet. Bayi? Chinese? ▼ ■ www.81zw.com ■" Zac took the tray. He began to faithfully restore the cheeks he just noted, "but you will be one of them." Zac clicked a mole, and he seemed to want to look up at Dylan after confirming, "It has nothing to do with your wishes. You are born. There will always be a day when you will no longer suppress your own "nature" and advance. "Zack confirmed that he did not make a mistake and nodded in satisfaction." So my suggestion is that you want to Crowley maintains a friendly relationship. "

friendly? Crowley is basically the murderer who killed Dylan! But Dylan's question started with Michelle's safety. This means that the Dylan is at least trying to think about the context of the incident by using the corpse lying on the stone platform as someone else.

And Zac is helping Dylan to clarify this direction.

"I don't want to be Crowley's person."

Zach walked to the workbench again, squeezing a pile of things into the tray again, and the brushes mixed quickly. There was a smile on his face that carried Dylan, "So it's friendly, just friendly."

"Her people want to follow me." Dylan looked at Zac who had walked to the stone platform again. This time Zac leaned over, approached the corpse, and held the brush in his hand. Apply it carefully on some small wounds.

"Of course." Zac pouted, "Maybe you don't think so, but you are very special, you can advance naturally, this kind of, grace, talent, very scarce." Zac smiled and looked at Di Lun glanced, "Danny stopped them?"

"Well." Dylan nodded. Maintaining an expression of neither anger nor lightness, "He said to those people,‘ you have no permission to enter Grande. ’”

Zac turned his head. Smiled. Think about how Danny came to Grande, plus his racial prejudice, Danny is very normal to the devil. As for Mike, this demon obviously has a special place in Crowley's heart, and Zac is very fond of him, which is a special case.

"What did you think of." Zac asked with a smile.

"You have a bad relationship," Dylan said directly.

"I wouldn't say that. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. Www.81zw.com?" Zach shook his head. The brush covered the last wound. Of course it is just the neck and face. As for the body, that project is too big, anyway it is to be covered by clothing. "We have a coexistence agreement, we will not be hostile to each other, and live peacefully in Barton." Zack explained, "She can't use the devil's convenience to disrupt the lives of legitimate citizens of Barton."

Zac heard an ironic hum.

But Zack would not mind, because soon, Dylan fell into thought. The content of the thinking is that they are already criminals of Smith, and they are not considered "legal citizens of Barton City".

Zach walked to the material cabinet again, took out a large piece of stuff that was used to repair Dylan's cheek, and cut it on the workbench.

"If, if we are not Smith's people, if we didn't do those things, would you save us, would you?" This is a very strange question, what a big if, a big expectation.

"No." Zac took a long strip of rubber and stood again at the stone platform. He lifted the upper body of the corpse slightly and wrapped the rubber under the neck to cover the irreparable tears on his body. But the vampire is very stingy, really just the neck, not like a waste of material. "I will kill several demons as a punishment for her breaking the agreement."

Zac certainly knew what Dylan meant.

Dylan is choosing. Crowley, to whom his race belongs, is still Zacary Grande, who is currently grooming for Dylan.

It's just boring to give Wuwu fantasy.

Cyan crossed from the side of the field of vision to the center, and Zac ’s stitching hand had to stop because Dylan blocked his sight. "Then what are you! Are these games for you ?!"

Zac frowned. "Dylan, you seem to have forgotten. Grande knew you because he was commissioned by Smith." The hand holding the needle was raised, and the blood flow controlled by the vampire rushed to the palm, waving gently , Dylan's anxious and transparent body was forced to retreat to the side.

"So this is work, not a game." Zac pouted, continued stitching, and shook his head helplessly. "If it's a game, I hope I can tell Crawley directly to Smith, not push it to Yuri." "

"Why do you push it to Yuri?" Cyan slowly recovered, and Dylan floated to the side as if there were no root duckweed.

There was no need to answer this question. Zac looked at Dylan and let him experience it. Dylan floating in the air was talking to Zac while watching him prepare for his own funeral, enough to explain the problem.

Taking the tray back again, Zac began to cover the stitches. The vampire's gloves were already covered with smooth blood stains, and Zac frowned, accelerating his movements. This is a high-risk job for vampires.

Finally, when Zac organized the parts above Dylan's neck, Dylan spoke again, "What the **** are you." It was the same question as before, but I was not excited.

Zac took off his gloves and took out his own bottle. After drinking, he pointed at the things on the stone platform. "As you can see, the funeral home." With food added, Zac was humanized. The neck and shoulders added, "The funeral home is so poor that it needs to do some extra work to maintain it."

Dylan couldn't refute.

"I still don't want to be Crowley's person." Watching Zac put on his gloves again, frowning and pulling up the "Dylan" hand full of rubbing and tearing thoughts, Dylan said once again that he had already said There is a little difference.

Zac put down his irreparable hand and shook his head helplessly, "gloves, only gloves."

Zac walked to the workbench again, found something like plastic wrap, and began to wrap 'Dylan''s hands, as if explaining to himself, "It's not easy to wear, this is to prevent you Yes, uh. "Zac raised an eyebrow and pointed his finger on the red and white palm." You know. "

Zac didn't seem to respond to Dylan at all.

"I said, I don't want to be Crowley's person!" Dylan floated to Zac again, only this time he kept a safe distance.

Zac raised his head impatiently, "Why."

"She caused it all! Protect Michelle ?! She is in control of Michelle!" Dylan's anger is understandable, no one hopes that he has delivered the sincerity to the people, but is ignored. As for what he said, it's better understood, this guy is not the first time to see clearly.

"How can it be?" Zach smiled and shook his head. "I have told you that Grand and Crowley are not hostile. In fact, we will often cooperate. I can't satisfy your delusion of revenge. "Zac continued his hand," So, you don't want to be her, it has nothing to do with me. "

The farther you push, the closer you will end up. Everything is under the control of the vampire.

"I ... I don't want revenge!" In the blue light and shadow, Dylan was clearly staring at the vampire. "Now, this is how I am now. Revenge is meaningless!"

Zac was very happy, this guy said more. But Zac was just impatient. After finishing with one hand, he turned to the other side and began to wrap the other hand.

"I just want Michelle to be safe! She is safe now, just controlled by Crowley! I can't change anything by joining!" Dylan was swept away by Zach, floating in another place, and continued.

"Then you should become Crowley's men more." Zac raised his eyebrows, and his men moved quickly.

"No! I don't want it! She is safe now, just controlled by Crowley! I can't change anything by joining! Crowley ..." Dylan stared at Zac, "She's just like Smith! I'm not The previous person! "Dylan pointed to the guy lying on the stone platform." I don't want to be anyone else! I am me! "

See, everything is under control.

The grand family lives under the liberty of people like Danny. Grand and Crowley who caused it all maintain a definite friendliness and an “unclear” hostility. Grand does the funeral of humanity. The industry and the extravagant full of "interracial customs".

A necromancer who is about to watch his funeral and will eventually become a demon, Dylan, he has found everything he needs. (To be continued.)