The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Compared to ordinary humans, each alien has its own logo and definition, distinguishing them from the ‘ordinary’ logo. Eight ● One? ★ Chinese? Net. www.81zw.com ★ For vampires, this sign is their blood.

This magical liquid, first of all, let our grand master live for centuries carrying a decaying soul. Then, it can heal everything, and in terms of the vampire's heritage, it even 'cures' death.

But is it really ‘everything’?

I mean, we've seen vampires feeding James, gold, Ian ... their own blood, it looks like they were still hurt all the time before, and they became alive and kicking the next moment, this is indeed ' Everything 'right.

But hey! Do n’t be so short-sighted, keep the spirit of inquiry like Madison, and ask Zac like a fool, “Can your blood make the withered flowers bloom? Can you make the bare tree buds in winter? I mean , They are plants, but they are also creatures, right, it should be right. Oh ... "

Madison pulled out a pencil, "I don't know what wood this pencil is made of, but ..." Madison shook the pencil in his hand, "This is obviously not what it was, cut, cut, and artificial. Afterwards, it looks like it is now, is it, um, tree it hurt? Is it something that can be cured, if you get some blood, will it survive? "

Zac ’s answer was this, "The flowers will wither because it needs fruit. The trees in winter lose their leaves and spring buds. How stupid are you to ask this kind of question, this is how they live, not Wound, not sick, what needs my blood to heal? "

"As for this pencil." Zac took the pencil and inserted it back into the pen holder. "Heal, what to heal, do you think I will pour my blood up, will it grow into a tree again."

Zack did not directly answer this question, it does not matter. Back to now, the answer is here.

The half-collapsed wooden fence swayed on Zac's side, and the wooden elevator passage that cracked due to friction made a disturbing crunch. Relying on the half-kneeling Zac support, there is still some lift from the ground. It makes the legs sway slightly.

These scenes are not all disturbing.

Stopping screaming, Lola pulled Kepler, who was already kneeling on the ground, and pushed the child behind him, leaning against the wall inside the elevator, gazing. Can't leave the Grand master at the door of the elevator!

Zac began to feel weak. He didn't expect such a situation-all the blood in his body rushed uncontrollably to his left shoulder.

The wooden stick inserted upside down on the left shoulder seemed to be a beam on the collapsed wooden fence. When the elevator fell, it was crushed, ejected, and sprinted forward to save Zach. In an instant, Zac can only do more to avoid the heart that is vital.

Now, this stick, which belongs to the wooden fence, has been dyed crimson, and it draws the blood of the vampire against all physical principles.

Do not. This kind of description based on wooden sticks should not be used. Eight? ▼ One ▼ Chinese network www.81zw.com? This is the story of a vampire. It should be that the blood of the vampire violates the master's control. If you abuse yourself uncontrollably, you can cure all vanity, and the crazy infusion has been cut , Cutting, wearing out, and the remains of trees that have become human building materials, trying to 'cure', this is no longer a dead creature!

The answer is, not everything. The blood of a vampire cannot cure everything.

boom!

Zac can no longer support the weight of the elevator, forcibly retracting his hands embedded in the elevator floor. Withered away, he sat on the ground against the corridor wall.

The children shaking in the elevator were disturbed by the short weightlessness again, staring tremblingly at the Grand Master opposite him.

In a slight, trembling hum, "Call. Call, call an ambulance !!!" Lola was the first to react, her voice with an interfering hoarse and hysterical tone, which was physically and mentally unable to Accept the performance of the situation at this time.

Lola seemed to want to move forward, but her body fluttered immediately after she stepped in. A damp, forehead forehead draws an arc in the air. Upside down on the cracked and raised floor of the elevator.

"Ah ..." Lola was lying on the floor, her trembling hand dragging on the ground, holding her bleeding forehead.

"Huh." Relative to a few people, Zac leaned against the wall at this time, impatiently, "You're messing up, Lola."

Zac turned away and pressed his right hand on his shoulder. He needed to pull out this greedy "dead" who drew his blood as soon as possible. why? What to do after losing blood? Tonic, apparently, in Zac ’s eyes, there are, counting, sisters Lola, Kepler, Falken, a fat boy, five fresh and delicious blood cans.

Zac didn't want to do this.

In the sound of rubbing the flesh and blood of the Yan people, the red sticks that had been dyed were drawn. Zac had no choice, and the stick with the barbed, dripping red liquid was lightly carried and poked towards Lola who was still lying on the ground.

"what!"

"Quiet." Zach's face was pale, he dropped the stick in his hand, and closed his eyes that were reddening, his weak opening, "Don't move."

Lola, who was lying on the floor, got up from the ground and sat halfway. She first touched the hand that had just been poked by Zac, and then arbitrarily fiddled with her forehead.

A short consternation, "Save, ambulance!" She thought of it again, shaking and trying to stand up.

"Shut up." Zach's tone was irritable. "Stay there, don't move." The voice had a strange accent, as if the mouth had changed a little, causing a strange sound. Then Zac shut up completely, lowered his head, and sat on the ground motionless.

The best countermeasure at this time is not to move, because instinct will make Zac ask for food, which is the same thing as blood to heal the dead. It is something that Zac cannot control. ?? Bayi ▼ China? Wen Wang. ww.81zw.com? This move will be out of control.

"But you ..." Lola's voice was still trembling, and she was interrupted eagerly to express it.

It was a tearing sound that interrupted her, and Zac lowered his head, only torn open the jacket with one hand.

This is a bad behavior. An adult exposes his body before the girl returns to the child. But no one will pay attention to this.

Lola opened her mouth wide, and she looked at Zac's fair skin, smooth and without any blood or scars.

"You, you, you, you ..." This means that the unbelievable sound disappeared automatically, because without any warning, a wine bottle was handed to Zac, and then Danny appeared as if from the air, Supported Zac.

"What are you going to do." Danny seemed to remain calm. Just looked at Lola and them.

Zac, who had been holding the bottle and looked up, half-opened his red eyes and looked at the little guys with all suspicious faces in front of him, which should be all silly.

What else can I do, I've done this bottle, the charming pupil. Do you still need to ask and think?

but. Zac's face was really thinking. What can you say? Anemia is unclear.

The bottle was empty, Zac returned the bottle, at least his face returned to normal, and suddenly there was no warning. "Did someone call an ambulance?"

"No." Danny frowned and shook his head, it was impossible to be so fast.

"A car is coming." Zach turned his head, as if continuing the sound in the distance. "Yes ..." Zach seemed a little uncertain. "James they are back."

"Now?" Danny seemed a little surprised, "Isn't it night?"

"Obviously ahead of time." The two men seemed to disregard the few little guys and chatted with each other. "Go outside and wait for James to come in." Zach gave the order.

"What about Benjamin?" Danny meant that Fitz and they were back, Zac's first request. It was strange not to see Benjamin.

"Benjamin didn't come back." Zac frowned. He didn't feel the breath of Alpha and shook his head. "Go, bring James." Bottle, "Bring another bottle."

The illusion's light spot wrapped the empty bottle and floated towards the elevator and went up in the half-destroyed passage. Is gone. Then again, only Zac and Lola were here.

Zac kept his seated posture, tilted his head, lifted the ripped shirt slightly, and looked at the five guys. A little chin without knowing what to think, "You, I don't know you yet, who are you?"

Zac's eyes were on the only child he didn't know here, the boy who asked if he could eat like this every day in high school.

no sound.

Zac sighed, "I'm the owner of Grande. You are guests. Didn't your parents teach you how to be a guest's etiquette. The host asks questions and the guest wants to answer."

"... I, I ..." The boy leaned against Falken's younger brother, crumpling behind Kepler, who was sitting paralyzed, turning over and over, just a word of "I".

"Lola." Zac waved his hand. "You."

Lola's body shook and looked at Zac's eyes with a strange look, but he answered, "Kou, Cody, Cody Fisher."

"Oh. Is it a child of the Fisher family." Zac looked at the fat boy again. It looked like he was two years younger than Jackson, and he was the same age as Charlotte. age.

Regarding this fisherman, Port Massa belongs to their home, so it should be intuitive. When Barton was established, there were no railways or roads, pulling up the water transportation hub for all subsequent traffic.

"That." Zac opened his hand. "Tell me, what made you look like this, what are you doing down here."

If these guys stay in the restaurant, these will not be born, they do not need to experience a moment of falling down in the elevator, and they do n’t have to see what Grand Master looks like now.

"Me, we want to see Jay, Jackson ..."

Zac opened his mouth and nodded. So it was Jackson who mentioned Jackson in a bad way in the previous conversation, which gave them the idea. Hey, I'm afraid it was just a temporary one.

"So do you come to ask my Grand Master for permission." Zac continued to ask.

No answer is the default.

"It's just five of you." Zach continued. He looked at Cody and turned his lips to Falken's sister. "Charlotte, I was with your father Mr. Falken at Jackson's funeral." I chatted and saw that you are playing outside the church. Why do you think of going to see Jackson now? "Zack means, does it make sense?

If Zac ’s true identity is revealed in this way, he needs enough reason to persuade himself. This is not a bad luck accident, but a bit meaningful.

"I!" After Charlotte said the word, his face glaring at Zac quickly turned into fear and hugged his brother, "I, I don't want to talk to you! You, you are weird, weird!"

"This weirdo, saved you." Zac turned his head to the side and raised his finger to the poorly-made elevator.

Lola's body shook at this moment, looking at Zac strangely.

Grande ’s backyard was noisier with the arrival of the newly arrived car, and new guests joined the chaotic lunch.

Zac said nothing, waiting for James to come.

"what happened?!"

The long-lost James appeared on the side of the corridor. He looked at this unfamiliar Grande structure in amazement. Danny stuffed a bottle of wine in his hand and hurried towards Zac.

"Simply put." Zac glanced at the detective, nothing changed. He took the wine bottle. "I'm going to sue Grande's decoration company." Zack chuckled, pulled the stopper, and glanced at the five little guys who were still on the elevator. When hosting important Grand guests, well, this kind of thing happened. "

"Whose blood is this ?!" As soon as he returned, he ignored Zac's annoying way of speaking. James stared at his eyes and stared at the doorway of the elevator. Of the rosy wooden sticks crooked to the side.

Zac raised his bottle and raised an eyebrow. This is an answer.

"You!" James glared at Zac, only said the word, shut up, quickly stepped into the elevator, and began to check a few children-for symptoms such as anemia, everyone understands, this It was James, James who always questioned the character of vampires.

"You should probably show your badge before touching them." The bottle leaned on Zac's mouth. He seemed to suggest at random. "You know children generally respect the police. Compared to me, weirdo, I think They are more willing to trust the police, hehe. "

That's why Zac asked James to come, is it boring, not boring.

James sullenly glanced, glanced at Zac who had already raised his head, and squatted in front of the children with the corners of his mouth, his face relaxed, but still serious, "Are you okay?" , The badge appeared, "I am Detective Lance of the North District Police Station, James Lance. Do n’t be afraid, I ’m here, you are safe ..." .

"I don't like this statement." Zac raised his hand and wiped the bright red from the corner of his mouth with a smile. "They are safe because of me. I stopped the falling elevator, and I lost a lot." Zac Raised his eyebrows, "Many and many bloods. I saved them. I still expect them to remember this."

James's face darkened again, turning his head to look at Zac. The detective who had just returned to Barton had no idea what Zack wanted to do.

"Don't look at me." Zac waved his hand and smiled, "Detective detective, it's your job now, use your credibility, your identity as a policeman, let these children believe me, believe me who saved them Good guy. "Zack shrugged." Then, it's the little citizens who keep the secret for a good guy who saved them, right, right. "

James, who had just returned, widened his eyes, and he now seemed to be facing a choice.

Based on what he just heard without words, he faced—or, let Zach use the pupil of charm to eliminate any 'secret secrets' he just said, huh, according to the scene before him, could it be What; or, as Zac wishes, convince these children that Zac is a good person.

Think about how good James is not coming back. (To be continued.)