The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

It may be that the scene in front of me is too horrible, and the endless black thread is rolling in a small space and rushing into a square wine bottle in one's hand. August 1? ▲? Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81ｚw.com? Chapman's body is tight, his hands are already pressed on the handle of the door, he will push away and escape here.

"You can't go yet." The vampire smiled and pressed Chapman's body into the seat, "Don't worry, James is still waiting for us at the junction. You are safe."

"You, who are you ..."

Zac made a mute gesture, "Wait a moment."

The front window obscured by the disk gradually revealed that the black thread finally disappeared completely at the mouth of the wine bottle. Zac swayed the bottle with a smile, looking at Chapman, "You don't want to see it, the guy who has been occupying your body, what is it?"

Zac flipped his wrist with the mouth down.

Red, wrong, black liquid covered by fine red mesh, sticking down the bottle mouth and pulling out long silk thread. Chapman's eyes widened, and he watched the falling thread squirm a bit, swelled into the middle, and then stretched out!

Chapman's body was pressed by Zac, and he couldn't escape. Now all he can do is support the seat with both hands and keep leaning back! Because the ‘sticky’ black and red ‘liquid’ is changing color and spreading into a faint human form while creeping!

"Are you serious! Chapman! Am I so ugly?" Wandel pulled his shoulders and rounded his deformed shoulders in a small space ...

"You, you!" Chapman opened his mouth, "You are a girl!"

Girl, not a woman, Wandel looks like a girl over ten years old! But don't be fooled by appearances, God knows how long this girl has been there!

"Oh." Zac frowned. "You're still a child." This represents immaturity, and Zach began to feel that placing the transaction on such a child was unreliable.

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Wandel ’s ‘body’ is very thin, even with a sickly sense of weakness. Her thin palm was pressed against the seat, and she seemed to want to turn around and sit down, but when her hand touched the entity, it was like ice cream that fell to the ground. Ridiculously spread out, twisting slowly to gather, and once again become the shape of a hand.

Alpha's blood is a cage, although it has the effect of a container. But there are some differences. It will take some time for Wandel to adapt to such a body.

She looked at Zac with a guaranteed expression, "You can rest assured!" It was smart enough.

Young is never a commendation among aliens, and experience and maturity in the age of aliens. In judging the value of someone, it is mentioned to a height that we humans cannot understand.

Zac raised his eyebrows, rest assured, "still a child."

Wandel struggled to adapt to this extremely safe body, but it was really difficult to move. "Don't worry, my childishness has been used up when I became a filmmaker."

Zac turned his head to smile and accepted the explanation that only aliens could understand. The starting point was to bind the earth, Danny was a phantom man, and Wandel was indeed a shadow man. Wandel has paid a price that is always lower than others for her immaturity. The price makes people mature.

Please don't compare Ryan for comparison. The young man who didn't consciously live in the protection of Spira, he didn't pay anything, but he kept asking for it. This is really naive.

Zac glanced at Chapman, who had no idea what to say, shook his head, and ignored it. Passed the bottle in his hand to Wandel, "Come on yourself." Zack smiled. "Do you remember your own name?"

"Throw it away." Wandel adjusted hard to hold the bottle with his hands. His fingers were like creeping tentacles. Zac held the bottle intimately and waited for the other to adapt.

"I am Wandel." She said a little bit persistently. "Sibera gave me this name."

Zac nodded slightly and smiled sincerely. August 1? ▲? Chinese ▲ Wen Wang www.81ｚw.com? Like Danny, always remember his real name ‘Daniel’ and find his own name, these are two different life choices. Regardless of height. Are higher than those who completely give up their lives.

Wandel adjusted his hand. The fingers holding the square wine bottle no longer wriggled, and the body was able to maintain the shape of the sitting position. Only occasionally, there will still be a red mesh exposed on the skin. However, she was able to adapt so quickly that Zac was very satisfied.

Wandel pulled the length of the micro-roll. The head pulled away from the body and shrank quickly, turning into a black ball wrapped in a red mesh and stuffed into the bottle. When the thread just appeared and wanted to return to her body, she quickly took over the cover that Zac had handed over and closed it.

"Okay!" Wandel's face appeared happy, returning the bottle to Zac. "We can communicate! I won't let you down! Nor will I live up to Alpha's blood!"

"It's best." Zac took back the bottle with a smile, and glanced at Chapman, whose face was soaked with sweat beads and his mouth twitched slightly, "I'll give you some time."

Zac pushed open the door and went to find Walter. After seeing Wandel spreading the entire body of the carriage before entering the wine bottle, he determined that this was a very powerful filmmaker. Such a shadow man can completely suppress the soul of the container itself. But Wandel gave Chapman a chance to say goodbye. Please combine the real appearance of her own form with Chapman's situation and think about it.

The vampire thinks that these two guys should be given the time to finally communicate calmly.

Walt boring around the woods and saw Zach coming, "Done?" Then he hurried to the parking direction.

Zucker lived with Walter who was in a hurry to go home and smiled helplessly, "They are talking and should give them some time, don't you think?"

Walter's eyes widened, "Talk? What are you thinking? Let a person talk to the shadow man who forced him ?! How do you think this is a good idea?"

Zac patted Walter on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter."

"Wandall! She, she is not a good thing! That child has a twisted heart! She is evil!" The person in conversation was Zac, and Walter was too lazy to modify it. Obviously he knew Wandell more than vampires More than that, to maintain the statement to James.

"Still, you helped her." Zac raised an eyebrow. The evil in human mouths was always biased, and the vampire listened only as a joke.

Walter choked, opened his mouth, and held back for a long time, "I just want to get rid of her! Only Spira has a way to restrain her! I'm sending a trouble for the city of Button! Everyone should thank me!"

Zac was curious, and Wandel had done something in Button City.

Zac waved his hand and looked at Walter with a smile, "This matter is over, no more. Let's talk about the perfume shop of the Crescent Moon. Is this her surname? Crescent Moon?"

Walter's face changed, "What do you want to do! If you move her ..."

Zac pouted, "What's wrong with you, I always think of it as unbearable." Zac was helpless, "I just need a little professional help."

Walter frowned, staring at the vampire's eyes, and was silent for a long time before asking, "What."

"Before Spira left, she gave Benjamin a jar of spices." Zac's expression took a serious look. "There are no detailed descriptions in the witchcraft notes she left. But the effect of the spices is to stimulate the soul, but It can suppress wolfness. "Zac pursed his lips and prejudiced everyone. This is the vampire's prejudice. He always has mistrust of things under another belief system.

"Do you want to know if it is safe?" Walter frowned, "shouldn't you be happy with this kind of thing!"

"Yeah." Zac nodded, undeniably, that thing was very convenient during the full moon cycle. However, the werewolf's soul has long since died, and no longer tolerates the contact mark that once corresponded to human memory. It turned into an empty wreckage and became a wolf body at full moon. A new "wolf lattice" appeared, which is the wolf nature of Benjamin. Zac really didn't know if stimulating such a soul would have any side effects.

And it is undeniable that Benjamin is getting lazier and slower. It may be that Matthew has shared most of the work, allowing him a lot of time to sway in the hammock, or it may be a side effect that stimulates the soul. This uncertainty makes the vampire worry about his friends.

"I'm really happy, but doubtful. I don't like doubts." Zac looked at Walter. "Can you help me?"

Walter frowned, thinking. The vampire is already very sincere, he can go directly to the crescent moon, the eyes of coercion and charm can be happy with him. But now, Zac came to ask Walter, that's sincerity.

Of course, the inspiration for Zac to do this came from James and Georgina. Zac already knew that looking for the other side on his back would make the protective side angry. An angry liar seems to be unnecessary.

"Give me a sample." Walter considered it over and gave Zac an extremely reluctant look. "I don't make any guarantees! She doesn't know about witchcraft, she's just a pharmacist! You can't go without results Harass her! "

Zac smiled and turned his head, agreeing. A shot of Walter's back, "Come on, those two guys are done."

When he returned to the car, Wandel was already standing outside. The tiny body was shorter than the two small trucks. After nodding to the two, the body scattered without warning! Adhering to the shadow of the ground, like a pool of black water. The red net was entangled with slightly raised linear filaments and completely hidden away. After a while, there was nothing on the ground except the shadow of the truck under the night.

Zach said to the shadow, "Good luck." Pulling the door open, he sat in the back seat.

"Chapman!" Zach raised his voice and put on a cheerful expression. "We need to talk." The vampire looked at Chapman with a strange expression, pulled the seat belt and patted Walter in the front seat , Indicating to drive, but the words are still to Chapman, "I don't want to erase your memory, so you need to cooperate with our story."

Chapman seemed a little lost, slowly looking at the vampire, "You, who the **** are you?"

"Me?" Zach's light green eyes were bent, with a smile, "a friend who thinks of James." Putting on a seat belt for Chapman, "In this matter, he wants to save you." Zac blinked, "So I saved you." (To be continued.)