The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac stood on the back porch, squinting at the eaves, and he hesitated about his mobility tool. Eight? ▼ ★ one ▼ Chinese website www.81zw.com? If you drive, he can't avoid the sun. If you take a bus, you have to charm a car and waste your energy.

"Aili!" Zach beckoned the cheerful reader who was talking to Alice. "Come and chant." The vampire smiled.

Before the impatience on Ali's face showed, he was pushed by the smiling Banshee, "Go! Ali!"

Aili glanced at Alice with a smile, shook her head, and walked towards the vampire.

Zac put his serious hands on Aili's shoulders, "Aili, tell me, where is my heart? Driving? Bus?"

Another usefulness of Xinxinren is that he can objectively feel the bias of people's hearts under the dilemma! Convenience! I am afraid that only vampires can use this calmly.

Aili frowned, he didn't seem to like to use it as a tool, but he still looked at Zac's eyes, his lips pursed, "The bus's 'sound' is louder."

Zac patted Alec with satisfaction, "Thank you, then the bus!"

Zac put on sunglasses and stepped out of the back porch.

It was already midsummer, and it was daytime, and there was really no reason for the vampire to cover himself. Without the coat, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up for a more suitable fit, but the vampire still added a vest. His snacks must have a place to dress, wouldn't he?

The vampire began to consider whether his dress style was suitable for the current rhythm of life. After all, once Grande did not have to go out in the summer. He walked toward the bus stop while thinking, maybe a dress like Blake Stone was better, not only had a low-key aristocratic consciousness to meet the vanity of the vampire, but also convenient enough, at least, the sports pullover would wear a hood ... …

The Grand House is located south to the south of the center. Just after entering Route 27, continue a short walk south, and there is a bus stop. Because it is the Southern District, you can get on the bus without expecting to come. It takes about half an hour for a bus to come from the north, and then continue to the south, all the way to the southernmost side of the southern district, with a few scattered passengers. Eight? One? ■? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com? Back here again.

Zach walked to the bus stop where there was only one stop sign, smiled, took off his sunglasses, and waved at the man who had been waiting there. "Sirius, are you also hitchhiking? What a coincidence."

Ceres held a few sheets of paper that were unhappy with the crease. What file seems to be. He looked up and saw that it was the boss of the funeral home, frowning. Quickly fold up the paper in your hand and put it into the pocket. A crumpled plastic bag is exposed in the pocket. Cyrus's eyes flicked elsewhere, his fingers tucked in his pocket twice, and he nodded, beckoning.

This sturdy man gave Zac their grand view of the Southerners, so Zac would not mind his rudeness.

"It's really hot today. Right." Zac carried sunglasses in one hand and pretended to scatter a few times in front of his face.

Cyrus glanced at Zac, who was wearing a vest, his lips flicked, and he turned his head again.

"Why didn't you drive your own car? Get here for a ride?" Zack asked with a smile.

There is nothing more disturbing than meeting someone who does n’t like you while waiting for the bus.

After a while, there was no answer, "Hey." Zach seemed completely unconscious. "Briel's brother was buried in the North Park of our tomb. Have you seen it?"

Ceres frowned at Zac and was silent for a moment. "I don't want to speak now, so. Thank you." He walked to the other side of Highway 27, and was across the road from Zac. He glanced at Zac across the corner, pulling the corner of his mouth. Looking away.

Zac raised his eyebrows and finally shut up. It was too tired to talk across the road.

In the north, in the bright sunlight, the yellow-colored bus is twisted in the light, slowly approaching and clear. Cyrus stared at the bus and waved. Get in the car.

Zac pouted, is he so annoying? ● August 1 ▼ Chinese ★ Text ◆ www.8１zw.com ★ Hey.

But my vampire is not so fragile. It affects his mood for a guy who meets by chance. While waiting for the bus to return, he feels his snack jar comfortably and thinks about Nuo.

Connaught is actually right. If Zac helps him, he will offend Smith, even with it, he will offend Quinn and Barton ... but think about it carefully, our vampires do n’t actually want to be optimistic about those in the West End !

do you remember? Was Zack uncomfortable when he knew that Smith had dragged him into a battle of interests? Yes, vampires have no hesitations in resolving the family affairs of those in the West End, but the struggle for interests is different. Want to make aliens do things for the benefit of mankind? Well, vampires haven't had a good relationship with them yet.

Perhaps this is just an opportunity to send a message. Tell those in the West that Grand is a 'helper', but not the kind of helper who will only act for their own benefit. If they are going to use Grande in the fight for interest, don't naively think that Grande doesn't Will be hired by their opponent first.

Want to let Grande stay in their camp well, come to make an agreement, Grande only do housework, those in the Western District do not have to worry about Grande being hired by opponents. Of course, this agreement will be discussed after this matter is over. And Zac can predict that Mrs. Quinn, who knows Grande the most, will have a good conversation with herself.

To the south, the yellow-colored bus came slowly, and Zac collected his snack cans, waiting for the bus to stop and get in.

Ceres was still in the car. He was sitting in the last row and saw Zac coming up, and turned his head blankly to look out the window. It seemed that he hadn't changed position since he got in the car, and now his whole body was covered by the east sun.

Zac resigned helplessly, glancing at the scattered seven or eight passengers in the car.

"What's in the mirror?" The vampire raised his voice and pointed at the rearview mirror in surprise.

When no one was looking at it, the eyes of the vampire turned red, "Oh, sorry, I was wrong, it was just my own shadow ~"

Always have some fun for yourself, right? Otherwise life is boring.

Zach grinned contemptuously at a few people, then walked to the west side with a smile, and sat down in the sunshine.

Taking a bus in Barton is actually a new thing for Zac. When he first came to Barton, Anthony was always worried about keeping vampires and werewolves in a small space full of people.

According to Anthony ’s words, “This is not a battlefield! The people around you are not enemies! Just civilians! Be a little self-made!”

The two aliens were speechless about Anthony's boredom.

Anthony himself has war trauma, so he thinks that two aliens who do not know how many years have lived, will also have this kind of disease that only the fragile humans can have. In fact, only Anthony himself can't control himself, he has no sense of security in the mobile enclosed space without arms.

However, vampires and werewolves are considerate of their fragile friends, try not to use this means of transportation, any movement depends on their miraculous magical foot strength.

This caused Anthony to blow up again, so they had a car.

The bus seems to be a place where people can easily distract their minds. Zac looked at the receding scenery outside the window and recalled that after coming to Barton, they did not have Grande ’s surname at that time. The first car at that time was still in memory and the one that had been overturned by Alpha Old cars are similar.

Zac still remembers that Benjamin would complain that the position was too small every time, and his head would hit the roof of the car, which was too inconvenient.

After Zac decided to come back, he would take the car that the three men gathered to buy from Anthony!

"[Big Q]." The ticket seller worked part-time at the newspaper station. Her voice was not very loud, but there were just a few people in the car and it was impossible to hear it.

Just as the conductor was about to turn around to signal that there was no need to stop, Cyrus in the back stood up and walked to the back door.

"Someone is down." The conductor changed his mouth.

This is a very strange thing.

No one will come by bus [Big Q]. People in the Southern District are different from those in the North District because there are too few places like convenience stores. So people in the Southern District usually buy all household consumables once a week or even once a month. The large amount means that everyone will come by car and will not return without filling the rear compartment.

Zac watched Serris get out of the car and quickly ran in the direction of [Big Q], raising his eyebrows. The only explanation is that he didn't go to [Big Q]. Zac's eyes fell on a pharmacy next to it. After thinking about it, he understood. The 80% of the paper I saw before was a prescription or something. He came to prescribe medicine for someone.

What a nice man. Mental illness is not a "glorious" thing in people's minds nowadays. No wonder Cyrus did not drive himself, but walked so far to the station on Grande's side to wait for the bus.

It seemed that he was annoying himself, and Zac shook his head helplessly.

The bus started again and went north, passing the factories in Exton and Herman, "[Paisin Activity Center]." The ticket clerk sounded, "There are ..."

Zac nodded and smiled at the other party, standing consciously in front of the back door.

This is the southeastern part occupied by social gangsters, but the station name cannot always be named after those guys! So we used Paisin on the west side to the east, and the original Paisin Activity Center after passing Ogil Street was used as the platform name.

It can only be said that the former Patton City Government really hoped for Paisin. But looking now, the event center in Back Bay has become the largest stadium in Massachusetts-[Fenway Stadium], while the event center in Paisin may be demolished at any time.

Zac got out of the car and walked to the bar of 'General' very familiarly.

Directly traversing some shady lanes, the vampire is about to reach his destination.

"Dylan." Zac smiled and walked forward, looking at the man who had stopped and turned back. "Seth, you must be a very good mentor. Dylan seems unwilling to go home." (To be continued.)