The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Zac deliberately lingered in the office for a while. When he returned to the restaurant, the dinner was over, and only the young Caesar, who suddenly broke in, cut the contents of the plate in a hurry. "≤8" ≤1 "≤Chinese" ≤text, www.8.1z.COM

Others waited for the master to show up, and then dispersed. There are exceptions. Derek obviously has something to ask, but Old Hank didn't give him a chance, and his rumpled face gloomed at Derek, "You, come here."

Zac smiled, reminding, "Hanke is the oldest in the Grand House."

If Derek wants to know anything about Old Grand, Zack is reminding him that Old Hank is the only one who can tell him.

Let the vampire make up a ‘father’ at will to seduce Drake? Vampires can't do it.

Only Zac and Caesar were left in the restaurant. Zac was naturally holding his own plate, and next to Caesar, Bara took a few clicks. The food that didn't move on the plate arrived at Caesar's plate.

Caesar looked around and confirmed that no one was bothering them. While chewing food, he rolled his eyes. "Who is that guy?"

The vampire raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of laughter in his heart, "I think of it now, as you are."

Zac was referring to seeing his dead father.

"What?" Caesar swallowed something from his mouth, ripped the corner of his mouth, and shook the knife. "You watched his father die, he was helpless, and buried him here?"

"Humph." Zac raised his arms, looked at the wall lamp on the wall, and raised an eyebrow. "You're right when you say that."

Caesar frowned, "Who the **** is he?" Apparently the kid had no mood to play a guessing game with Zac.

"Drake Grande." Zac looked sideways, reaching for the glass.

Caesar stopped cutting the beef, looked at Zac, and twitched at the corner of his mouth, and his movements resumed. Eight ???? One Chinese website www.81zw.com ★ The two no longer speak.

Zac waited for Caesar to finish eating, slapping Caesar's shoulder, "Done eating? Let's go, let's go to see your first father." The car key was thrown back. "you drive."

Caesar took the key, and the disgust on his face flashed, "Is Anthony coming to pick me up?"

Zac nodded, already carrying dirty dishes to the kitchen. Throw it casually in the sink.

"Don't expect me to return the car." Caesar squeezed the car key and said like a murky criminal.

"Then take it apart." Zach smiled and walked back to the restaurant, taking Caesar to the back porch.

In the dark night, a black 'Herman' was parked in Grand's backyard. Zac raised his eyebrows and opened the door. Sitting on the co-pilot.

The black ‘Herman’ went out of Grand ’s backyard and headed west, toward Grand ’s cemetery.

Beiyuan is the place where guilty people are buried. The black "Herman" turns directly at the border of Beiyuan and turns southward.

After the previous tomb movement, Grande began to hire surrounding farmers regularly to maintain the environment of the cemetery, so the cemetery under the night looks much cleaner than at this time last year. At least the weed won't cover the tombstone anymore.

But don't worry about the two guys visiting the cemetery at night can't find the direction. The first husband of Ethela is not an ordinary person. Although his cemetery is not as exaggerated as the archangel statue like Quinn, it is also enough to be eye-catching. 'Herman' stopped at the border of South Park. The vampire and the teenager walked towards a gray tombstone that stood up suddenly on the dull big six.

Caesar stood in front of the tombstone, and he didn't seem to want to read the words on the tombstone. He seemed to have little respect for the deceased, and rubbed his finger on the tombstone frivolously.

"Don't you usually clean it?" Caesar frowned, kicking his feet in oil leather shoes at the bottom of the tombstone, bringing up a few weeds.

"We?" The vampire smiled and shook his head. August 1? Chinese ▼ Wen ?? Network. www.81zw.com ■ "What you see is already cleaned." Zach raised an eyebrow. "Do you want us to take special care of 'him'?"

Caesar curled his lips and circled. "Isn't anyone watching this guy?"

‘This guy’, this is what Caesar really called the first father, worse than calling Anthony his last name. I do n’t know, how did this kid call his current father, ‘hey’?

"I don't know." Zack shrugged and looked at the words on the tombstone. The name of the surname is engraved with the life scale of the deceased, and the seasons are rotated 57 times. The vampire said that the people buried here lived a fairly full life.

As for anyone coming to see him? Isn't his son coming? Let's count one.

Caesar put his arms up and rubbed his arms up and down. Summer nights are not cold. The night breezes are humid and warm. This movement is only possible because it is a cemetery.

"Let's go, there's nothing to look at here." Caesar turned his head and seemed to want to leave.

"Did you just leave?" Zac smiled and glanced at the clear night sky, the stars nodded, sinking deep into the vampire's pupils. Zac looked back at Caesar. "Rare things are coming. There is nothing to say ..." Zac pointed a finger frivolously and pointed at the cemetery that no one had cleaned. "Do you want to tell him?"

Caesar lowered his head and thought for a while, then walked to the tombstone again, crouched in front of the tombstone, stared directly at the name on the tombstone, and opened his mouth.

"Today." Caesar closed his mouth again, his lips moved, and then continued, "If you're there, just fine." Caesar's face had an inexplicable smile, and the cemetery was colder. "That way, people will be together."

The really cool teenager squatted in front of the tombstone, his finger on the tombstone's name gesturing, and chuckled, "Hehe. Ethella, and her men, got together."

Zac remained silent, and the vampire in the night listened quietly to the human monologue.

"You!" Caesar's finger touched the tombstone. "Of course, there is also me, the son you don't want." He raised his hand. "And Anthony! You remember Anthony, right." Caesar's eyes shifted slightly, "Anthony Now it ’s the mayor, you know, I do n’t think you ’ll ever call him 'little white face' or 'women by women', he has more rights than you now. "

Caesar took a deep breath and changed the direction of the supporting legs. "You know, I think you are right. Anthony is a guy who depends on a woman." Caesar whispered, "You must not believe this, Anthony took Ai. The result of Sera ’s business for more than ten years turned himself into the mayor, and then, of course, you will be happy, he kicked Esera away. "

The vampire will remind Caesar to call his mother's name directly, isn't it a proper child to do? let us see. He didn't seem to stand quietly, without knowing what to think.

"Yes." Caesar gave up his current posture again and sat cross-legged directly in front of the tombstone. "You heard it right. Anthony didn't want her anymore. He became the mayor and dumped her." Caesar's hand was raised on In front of him, he snapped his fingers, "Clean and neat! Just like this."

Caesar paused for a moment, and then nodded inexplicably. Do n’t ask me who he was nodding at. He was sitting in front of the tombstone. His eyes had lost focus. "I think you should learn from Anthony." Snapped his fingers, snapped, "Clean and clean, not procrastinating nor entangled."

Caesar laughed. "I think you should understand it now, right." Caesar knocked on the tombstone. "Otherwise, you won't be here."

There was silence again. I don't know whether the self-talking in the graveyard makes people feel colder at night, or silence makes people colder.

"Oh! That's right." Caesar seemed to remember something. "I'm missing one of Ethra's man."

Which situation is more cold can only be judged by everyone. The vampire who is not thinking about what clues can't give us reference at all. As for the person Caesar, hehe, he said it.

"I just told you that Anthony shook us off ..." Caesar suddenly paused. "Yes, we, including me." His hand shook in front of him. "I know you won't care anyway, just mention Just a moment. "He exhaled." You know Esera's, no surprise, it's her third man. "

Caesar groaned his teeth, frowned, thinking, and squeezed his chin for a long time, spreading his hands, "Sorry, I really can't think of anything he can say."

Caesar raised an eyebrow. "Of course he's rich. Obviously, Isela chose it. He has to be a bit useful, right." Caesar twitched his lips. "Like you have connections, Anthony is famous. This man has Money. "Caesar thought again." I think he seems to be a descendant of some merchant family over Newton. "

Caesar thought for a while and shook his head. "This person really has nothing to say. I think he may also want to use Ethella's relationship with Barton." Caesar shrugged, a sneer on his face, "I can't say it. He is not considered a success, and now it seems that Esera used it more smoothly. "

Caesar lowered his head and began to fiddle with the toes of his shoes, peeling off the soft soil that had stuck to it. "To be honest, they now look like a very suitable pair. He will not disturb and ask everything about Esera. Enough obedient. Better than you and Anthony to know where to go. "

"As for me." Caesar thought for a while. "Actually I haven't said anything to him except asking for money." Caesar shrugged. "No matter how much I want, he will be considered an advantage." Caesar shook. He shook his head and sneered. "Huh, I know you don't care about that either. Just like that."

After a brief silence, Caesar stood up, patting the tarnished trousers blankly, "I'm done now, Ethella and her men." He fiddled with the stain behind him, "I think today If you are here, the scene will be very interesting, so come and see you. "

Caesar looked at the vampire, "Go away."

With a smile on Zac's face, he patted Caesar behind and took the car key out of his pocket. "Next, let's dispose of this obnoxious car."

Caesar shrugged indifferently, "What are you going to do?"

"Just like before." Zack blinked. "Bumped."

Will everyone be curious? (To be continued.)