The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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The hump-backed ugly woman raised her cane and tripped the child who was about to cross the road. "Do you want to be hit by a car?" The tip of the nose like a hook just passed over the child who was covering her knees and began to cry. "Cry Well, I do n’t know how to thank the little human, cry out a river, and drown myself. "

"Wow--"

The hunchbacked ugly woman had already walked away in the surprised eyes of passers-by.

The ugly lady was Mrs. Sheila, **** her back and shaking her cane. "The old woman passed by and let go." Beating any creature in front of her-here, the Federation, Massa, Barton, West End, creatures Equal to humans.

Pedestrians began to consciously avoid this ugly to indescribable old woman. Because the painful faces of the pedestrians she had passed proved that the black, gold-edged cane was not a joke, it would really hurt when knocked.

But Madam Hilla is satisfied? How can it be. She occasionally twisted her shoulders, suppressing the urge to rush into the sky. The sky, that is the endless sky, how can this flat road-blocked by buildings, crowded by humans, and restricted by various signs, compare to the sky?

Even if she flattened the whole street, she would not be satisfied if she walked. The wing man, Mrs. Sheila, would still be dissatisfied that she could not move up and down.

Mrs. Sheila hates down to earth. Unfortunately, as a citizen of Barton City, Mrs. Sheila must be down to earth. Otherwise, a vampire would probably make her flying to the sky never fall.

Mrs. Sheila shook her head irritably. This was a simple question of trust. Once the tortoise vampire made such an agreement to ensure that she would not fly away casually, revealing tortoo's secret in Barton. Now, this is only a beneficial agreement for Torredo, but Sheila still ca n’t take off casually-Torredo in Barton is no longer a secret, everything else is a secret, such as Spira ’s Minor movements, such as saints' minor movements, such as the fallen angel's minor movements, hey ... Why did you choose such a seaside city for retirement, Mrs. Sheila could only blame herself.

"... Good morning, Citizen Barton! The weather is good, I hope everyone has a good mood ..."

Mrs. Sheila passed the window of an electrical appliance shop, and the TV in the window was showing the morning news talk show. It is to invite a few guys who can never be taken by the Stone family to comment on and analyze the "big events" in Button, such as-

"... hehe, xx, I have to ask, did you watch the debate between our two mayor candidates yesterday, really ..."

Of course Mrs. Hilla didn't care about this, and went on.

"... very exciting! Xx, haha, very exciting! But **** I think we should wait to talk about this, now, I want to give you, our audience an exclusive news ..."

"Really? Xx? What is more important than our mayor campaign? What is it, xx?"

"Don't worry so much ~ xx, be patient!"

"Oh, don't appease us, **** ..."

Mrs. Sheila had walked through two storefronts while inking several guys on TV.

"... our only Bi Sharp, we are getting married!"

Three storefronts.

"Wow! Married? Just for his entire family, I mean, children, ex-wife, parents, huh, (whispered but to the camera) mistress and illegitimate child, (restored) months after his death? Married again Wow! Xx This is really worth the exclusive news, really, hehe ... "

Four storefronts.

"Hehehe, I know you will be interested, xx, I have more! The wedding will be held at Bishape ..."

At the fifth store, Mrs. Shera turned her head and raised her eyebrows to make her owl-like rounded eyes rounder, turned around, and started walking back, and of course, "the old woman passed by, let go."

The guy on TV continued.

"Well, xx, I really didn't expect this! At Bishape Manor? Wow! As we all know, Bishape Manor has been closed for a few months. Is it finally reopening?"

"Xx! You talked about the point! Barton's largest and oldest manor, since the tragedy of the Bishap family, after dismissing all the servants completely closed ..."

Mrs. Shera, who had just walked to the second store, raised her eyebrows and was turned on stage. Probably the owner realized that this kind of ridiculous West Side show was not suitable for this place.

Sheila glanced at her mouth and turned again. "The old woman passed by, let go!" The extra emotion was that Mrs. Sheila was angry-why didn't Lily notify her? ! As the material supplier of Bishape Manor, why didn't Lilie, who will soon become the hostess, tell her that the manor is about to hold a wedding? ! anger!

"The old woman passes by! Let go!" Mrs. Sheila's cane tapped on the two "bamboo poles" that stood in front of her.

‘Bamboo pole’ did not move away.

The eagle's nose began to move up, and its eyes also moved up, and the two bamboo poles seemed infinite.

When Mrs. Sheila was looking up completely, her back almost reached the arched hump, her eyes had really become round.

"You ..." Subconsciously, Mrs. Sheila stared at the republican man who looked down on her, "True ..." A corner of his eyes flicked, "You block me, sir, let go."

The republican man did not move, but leaned forward slightly to his slender body, actually crossed the top of Mrs. Sheila's head and looked at her hunchback.

Mrs. Sheila frowned instinctively, raised her cane and poked directly at the other person's "people", "I said you blocked me ..."

The cane was caught, and firmly, Mrs. Sheila pulled a little stunnedly, but the other end of the cane was still in the opponent's hand.

"Let go!" Mrs. Sheila's hump began to agitate slightly.

"... * &% * ......" Like the bamboo pole, he talked to the man without letting go.

Mrs. Sheila did not understand, but she did not feel malicious. Frowning, he looked up at each other, "What are you doing?"

The Republican man let go, and the bamboo-like arm lifted his unusually generous palm directly on Mrs. Sheila's shoulder.

Mrs. Sheila was stunned again, and then without any hesitation, the cane that was free was poked at the other person's "man"!

Poke in half. Mrs. Sheila rolled her eyes that were not under her control. It's so cool, so cool to roll my eyes--

The pair of large palm-like palms were extremely powerful and flexible, sliding back on Mrs. Sheila's shoulders, kneading and stimulating things that were not part of the human skeleton. She didn't know how long she hadn't spread her wings. She felt the feeling of flapping her wings with all her strength.

Cool.

Just two seconds cooler.

Mrs. Sheila's wrinkled face suddenly became gloomy, she took a step back, clenched her cane, and stared at the Republican bamboo pole man who was still holding her hand up. "You! Yes! Who!"

If not for Sheila on the street, the question would be, "What the **** are you!"

Zhu Gannan actually smiled, shyly, with his hand stretched out in the air, retrieving and grabbing the stubborn black he had almost reached the shop sign.

Still, Mrs. Sheila could not feel malicious, her hand holding the cane tightened, and her mind was confused. No way, just too cool.

The bamboo pole man moved, his hand digging in the cloth bag on his side, and took out a red, er, pimple—knot. Hold evenly and hand to Mrs. Sheila.

Mrs. Sheila stared at the other person's hand, and her attention was a little distracted. She couldn't control her thinking. She wanted to observe the other person's hand. She just gave her the feeling of taking off.

The opponent's hand shook, and the knot in the hand shook twice, reminding Mrs. Sheila to pay attention to the point.

Mrs. Sheila frowned on an already ugly face, "What is this ?!"

Zhu Gannan still just laughed, and moved his hand closer to Sheila.

No matter how stupid it should be, Mrs. Sheila looked at the other person ’s hand, looking at the other person ’s republican face, which honestly was not in accordance with the aesthetics of the Federals ... Oh, but Sheila has the qualifications to talk about aesthetics, and said, " Want to give me? "

It was also obvious that Zhu Gannan didn't understand what Mrs. Hilla said, so she continued to tremble and drag the knotted palm with a simple and speechless smile.

Mrs. Sheila hesitated for a moment and noticed that it was the key to not feel malicious. Mrs. Sheila raised her hand and fiddled with the knot in the other person's hand, not knowing why she rolled her eyes again. "Uh, I swear, if you are swindling me to buy your things, I will ..." Automatically silenced, staring at the other person's smiling face, "You better not really understand me!" Take away the knot in the other's hand.

The bamboo pole man withdrew his hand, smiled and leaned forward gently towards his slender body, as if it were a salute. He looked away from Sheila's head and left.

Um, gone.

Mrs. Sheila was left with a knot in her hands, confused. What just happened?

Suddenly remembering something, Mrs. Sheila suddenly turned around and walked away from the direction of Zhu Gannan. At the same time, she was still on the street, "If you are a Republican 'thing', this is not where you should stay ..." Consensus, to resist the entry of republican aliens, right? However, the bamboo pole man has disappeared.

Mrs. Sheila looked at the Commonwealth in the street, twitched her eyes, turned around, and continued, "The old woman passed by !!! Let go !!!"

Needless to say, everyone has already started to evade automatically. The typical old, crazy, ugly, old woman who hates the world, isn't it, as if someone would approach her.

Continue to move forward. Believe it or not, Mrs. Sheila traveled today for appointments. There are work and friends. The location is chosen by the other party, and there is a market one street away. For some ‘magic’ reason, the other party likes the noisy atmosphere there. Every time such a date, they have to go to the place to sit for a while.

Mrs. Sheila can go by car, but what she despise more than down-to-earth movement is what metal box she sits in, let the metal box move for her, so ...

Mrs. Sheila now regrets that she should use mobility tools, at least not to encounter such distracting things.

After a lane, turn around decisively and take the path! It ’s okay to ‘jump’ when you encounter a dead end, as long as it ’s within the limits of the building, it wo n’t take off, right? ! Er, Mrs. Sheila hopes that the other side's hand will stay behind her shoulder for a while! Um, didn't she retreat by herself! Uh, no, didn't she want to encounter this inexplicable thing ...

Distracting ...

"... Man! I tell you, this is a new product! It took me a lot of effort to get it out ..."

"Hush !!" The young man covered another young man's mouth and gestured annoyedly at the old woman who came in.

Mrs. Sheila glanced at the two young men who panicked back into their pockets, then looked at the dead road behind them, and then pouted. That's great, she obviously met two guys who are engaged in secret transactions. trouble.

The sight of Mrs. Sheila was a lot of hesitation around the building on the dead road. It was a perfect place. There was a block of buildings on the left and right, leaving only a concave gap in the middle, which could pass something that could escape 5 meters of gravity. perfect!

What's not perfect is that the two young men with their heads lowered and their pockets in anxiety staring at each other.

Mrs. Sheila began to seriously consider various factors.

Was interrupted.

"Old woman! Get away! Didn't see you disturb our 'things'! If you don't want to cause trouble ..."

Black Gold's cane traversed directly and slammed into the opponent's head.

Well, it's convenient, thinking about so much, I really think that everyone is Grande's vampire, is it a model citizen?

While a young man rolled his eyelids and fell to the ground, the other stumbled, not knowing when the dagger he drew fell to his side.

Mrs. Sheila withdrew her cane and glanced at the bottom of the cane. Very good, the dust that just came along the way was cleaned by the head of the guy who fell on the ground.

"*! *! *! You, you old maniac! You, you killed him ..."

Mrs. Sheila was too lazy to answer. If this guy's emotions were stable, he could clearly see that the chest of the guy with a round mark on his forehead was still undulating. Mrs. Sheila's cane was traversed again, with a whizz of the airflow, a direct draw.

The howling young man twirled twice in the air and landed, quiet.

Mrs. Hilla looked at the stick with satisfaction, and it was clean, too. Squinting the young man on the ground, "If you are quiet and will not attract other people's attention, you will be dizzy for two days." At the same time, the sight also saw what was transferred from the other person's pocket, which seemed to be the packaging of smoke.

Mrs. Sheila picked it up and glanced at it, not smoke. He lipped his head, shook his head, and continued to the unconscious young man. "It's such a fuss to do this kind of business. Er, Smith's ability to select people is getting worse."

Mrs. Sheila's shoulders were shaking, and the sound of the zipper being unfolded appeared along her hump. No more description is needed, Mrs. Sheila looked at the gap surrounded by the building, her face excited and expectant.

Wow! The air flow is pushed and spread.

Three seconds.

Mrs. Sheila looked somber on the other side of the dead lane. It was dissatisfaction, she wanted more ... (to be continued.)