Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

At midnight, Sirius called from his home and said that he had sent Mrs. Quinn back to Poch’s house.

“Wait for our topic~” Zach arranged his appearance and said goodbye to Louise.

Lois smiled and went to find Mo to play.

As soon as Zach left the range of Grande, he saw Mrs. Quinn dancing in the moonlight standing in the backyard of Porch. She seemed to be in a good mood~

“Need a partner Is it?” Zach smiled.

“Please~”

Mrs. Quinn has already posed, and Zach perfectly fills her vacant position. Front, back, left, right, uh, the dance of two vampires is just the simplest waltz. The most basic ballroom dance.

“Uh, my goodness.” Poch’s speechless sigh came from the room, “Shall I play some music for you?” This was a mockery.

“Please~” Mrs. Quinn looked back.

No matter how good the mood is, it will not change the fact that Mrs. Quinn looks old and wrinkled. Looking back, it’s not beautiful. Porch hit the shivered and lifted the ledger in his hand, “Are you going to look at this in the end!”

The male role as the leader paused this basic dance step, “Is that the ledger? “

“Otherwise!”

Mrs. Quinn also turned her head, glanced at the ledger in Poch’s hand, “Bring it here.”

Need to explain Click:

This ledger was taken back by Dale Walker from Quinn Manor after nightfall, and Zach asked him to send it directly to Porch. After all, it was useless to stay in Grande. When the sun went down, Mrs. Quinn went to visit Mokawi and Benjamin with Serris, who was off work, and immediately did not see the ledger returned to the original owner.

Porch came over with the ledger uncomfortably, and when he handed it out, he was still a little confused. Finally, Mrs. Quinn held it in her hand. I turned directly to the last page and looked at the last item on the account, “Making my death.” Of course, the position she pointed to was’maintenance’, “I didn’t plan to keep accounts.” Impatient Porch, “If it weren’t for you to calculate the inheritance, I wouldn’t bother to count these things.”

Don’t worry about the absurd reality in this sentence. The word’legacy’ annoyed Porch.

“My inheritance?! You didn’t even leave Quinn Manor with me!”

“You have something to do, my dear grandson!” Mrs. Quinn may be in a good mood It’s not over yet, just a pause in the middle, “You already have your home, are you still thinking about the house of your elders, huh.” Looking towards Zach, looking towards Zach, “I should burn this thing.” Yes, didn’t expect trouble.”

“Nothing.” Zach was relaxed, “Amanda’s cousin.”

“Cousin. Humph.” Quinn Mrs. shook the head, and the ledger in her hand began to flip forward, “I have never heard Amanda and her family mention this cousin, this time if it werent for me to leave a sum of money for Amanda, this person would probably not find it. Come here. Huh, human.”

Zac just turned his head, of course he wouldn’t comment. Poch, pouring his lips, also remained silent.

Mrs. Quinn turned the page a bit fast, and when she stayed on one page, she glanced at Porch, “Your parents.” The account book was handed to Porch.

Porch took it, and glanced at a pile of account details, the largest amount, but the most obscure item of “maintenance”, “What!”

“Look at the date , Can’t you think of what it is.” Mrs. Quinn looked impatient and raised Zac’s arm, meaning she would continue dancing.

Zac naturally cooperates, front, back, left and right. Zach was also caring, feeling that Poqi would have something to say. This simple waltz dance step flew all over the field, always staying around Poqi.

Porchs face went from irritable to calm, “Its the death of my parents.” The lead dancer does not affect Zacs listening. Although this is not for him, the speaker is not. Don’t you care about having an audience? “You forged the truth about the death of my parents, turned them into martyrs in the war, turned me into a war orphan, and started the career of an orphanage.”

“Exactly.” Mrs. Quinn Following Zacs dance steps, What started by you should be continued by you. Therefore, the orphanage in the Southern District gives you it, plus the nursing home you already have now. Mrs. Quinn seemed a little dissatisfied with this too basic. The dance steps gave Zac a look, and his body began to rotate, “As long as you are not too incompetent, you can have a prosperous second half of your life. My responsibility for the surname Quinn is complete.”

Maybe it is the relationship of moonlight. The soft moonlight minimizes the shortcomings of human age and increases the posture that is not restricted by age. Mrs. Quinn has such a momentary beauty. Of course, at the end of the rotation, when Zach’s hand brought Mrs. Quinn back to the back and forth, the beauty returned to its original shape.

Porch blinked, “Is that what you care about? Responsible for the name Quinn?”

“Oh, Porch. I’m dead, Mrs. Quinn, Dead.” Mrs. Quinn seems to be thinking about the skills that can be performed in this dance. “Look at me, whether I am a vampire or a vampire, I will not continue to maintain my identity as Mrs. Quinn for longer, I Do you need to care about other things.”

An argument that cannot be refuted.

“Uh.” Porch closed the ledger in his hand, “Then what are you going to do next?! I’m impossible to let you live in my house forever!”

Quin The wife squinted at Ciboqi, “This is the dear grandson I know.” The irony should not be too obvious~ “Don’t worry, when I master the ability to move freely, then I’m tired of seeing my great-grandson. Don’t bother you. Believe me, it’s coming soon.”

Zac recalled the black thread in the mirror at noon, without contours and without human figures. Cunning kept quiet.

Mrs. Quinn looked back at Zach, “See how long you can hold Barton, and if enough, I still have friends I want to hold.”

Zack is a little helpless, “You are still thinking about making Mrs. Barton a vampire.”

“Of course, she is my friend. I am an old woman, you said it yourself, mine Appearance limits my position in human society. I will not have the freedom of other vampires. Then, I need my friends to accompany me.”

This is the truth. As a middle-aged man, Zach can stay in one identity in human society for 10 to 20 years. Mrs. Quinn, in her current state, it’s been about five years since she was in the sky. People will start to wonder why the old woman next door has never been sick, visited by her family (child, grandson), or is still alive…

“Okay.” Zach nodded, “Do it yourself Decide.” Seriously think, “For half a year, at least.” Listen carefully to Zach’s next words, “This time I am going to the west, I am sure to use Zmich and Cappadocia to fight for Barton’s stability for half a year.” /p>

“More than enough.” Madam Quinn accepted the answer.

Porch did not accept, “Only half a year?! You can’t do this…”

I interrupted as soon as possible, “What are you excited about.” Zach twitched his lips, “I It’s about the stability of the vampires in Barton. It’s not you, the wizard, or Papa Midnight. Sibera and the Banquet have a ten-year agreement. You, the beneficiary who has done nothing, don’t talk about it.”

“he he he.” Poch didn’t respond, and Mrs. Quinn smiled in Zack’s arms.

Porch burst into foul language, turned and left.

Zac continued to accompany Mrs. Quinn in front, back, left and right.

“I thought you were recalled by the banquet this time, everything would be destroyed.” Madam Quinn spoke.

“So you faked death in such a hurry.” Zach was relaxed, “I thought you would enjoy human life for a year or two.”

“That’s right, Something happened, just right.” Mrs. Quinn paused, “Pine, propose.”

“What?” Zach was so surprised that he missed a step, but it was just a basic dance step. , Make up quickly.

“I didn’t expect this thing, which was meant to control his son Nate, would happen so quickly.” Mrs. Quinn’s face was a little hard to read.

“You are rich, powerful, beautiful, and rich.” Zack tilted his head, “I don’t think Mr. Pine is’fast’.”

“Uh.” Quinn Madams face is more difficult to interpret, “But lets face it, I can almost be his mother!” Mrs. Quinn sighed, “Everyone just thinks we are all Old Guy. In the eyes of young people, there is a wrinkle. Its no different from two wrinkles, and didnt care about this issue. But in fact, we all know that he is just an energetic teenager, obsessed with a mother-like mature-female-.”

Mrs Quinn The wrinkles in front of him, the wrinkles in the impression of Mr. Pine several times, and, teenagers, mature-female-. Four images circled in Zach’s mind. Indescribable feeling. Zach decided to smile and not comment.

Mrs. Quinn also shook the head, “I hope that Quinn Manor will be given to him as compensation.”

Zac raised his eyebrows, Quinn Manor sent Huh? Zach knew for the first time!

It sounds like Mrs. Quinn really likes this energetic’teenager’ a little bit. Maybe now is a good time to tell Mrs. Quinn that Mr. Pine is now in the tomb…

“Oh, no need to sympathize with Porch.” Mrs. Quinn continued. By the way, Zach is not at all. “About a month ago, the property rights of Quinn Manor were transferred to him.” Mrs. Quinn actually rolled the eyes, “It was an act of anger, and I don’t want to listen to Barton (Madam) constantly talking to me. The relationship with Pine.”

Zac was even more surprised, “So you gave your home to Pine just to stop your friend?”

“Yes “Mrs. Quinn looked towards elsewhere.

Mrs. Quinn should be wrong. It is not Mr. Pine who proposes to marry him. It is herself who has released too ambiguous signals…

Zach hesitated. Still speaking, “Mr. Pine is in the cemetery now, visiting you.”

Ms. Quinn looked back at Zach with surprise on her face, “So late?”

” Well, he arrived around ten oclock, the cemetery I sent him to. He said he couldnt sleep, and Nate disappeared at night as usual. He didnt know what to do, so he came to see you. I left him. There, he should still be there.”

“Hey! Didnt he know that Bartons night was not safe!”

“He didnt know. The police said they targeted Barton. The Self-destruction case has been solved after the terrorist attack in this city, remember.”

“*!” The old woman said dirty words.

Zacs lead dancer fell to nothing. Mrs. Quinn had left Zacs side. She had just walked two steps at the speed of a vampire. She turned her head and stared at Zac, “Humans are in the dark. How far can you see?”

Ah, this is also a question that only newborn vampires will ask during the adaptation period-remember the way we humans judge the visual distance at any time, simple, I Can see you, you can see me. Now this basic law of survival does not apply to Mrs. Quinn. She may be wasting the vision of a vampire that is too far away from a human because of the’direction of the heart’, or she may not be able to satisfy her desire at this time because she is standing too far away.

You can understand.

“You can stand in front of him, just use…” Zach pointed to his eyes, “No need to modify, just remember to leave this part blank.” Torrido, There are still some advantages.

Mrs. Quinn tried it on the spot, and her eyes flushed once behind her drooping eyelids. Nodded, turned around, took two more steps, turned his head, pursed his lips, “Northlands Zmich is still making Banlin in Barton, and Mokawi has received two more orders to eliminate the time loop.”

Zach has no emotions, “Congratulations to the ancestors, the business is booming.” Zach just knows, Sirius will report the actions of several great gods in the family.

Mrs. Quinn took another two steps, then looked back, “Are you angry with my death, did I find Benjamin.” Waved her hand, “I dont know any ancestors office, but Im I found him, but not you.”

“No.” Zach smiled and shook his head, “Actually I am very, um, appreciate, you found him.” Zach told the truth again “Do you understand that a group composed of Alpha and Mokawi helped Torido create descendants. What is the significance of this matter. Hehe.” Zachs thinking is a little floating, “This is the kind that will change Historical events.”

Mrs. Quinn was quiet for a while, “I didn’t think that many, I just thought you would obstruct.” Then he gave Zack a smile, “But I am happy to teach me How did history change? You have time to teach me well.” Mrs. Quinns studious, we have already seen it. Didnt she ask Zac Mokawi, so dont be surprised here.

“Tomorrow?” Zach also smiled.

“Tomorrow, the same lunch time.”

It’s so easy. Tomorrow, Grande’s invitation has been confirmed.

Mrs. Quinn has no more questions, and disappears quickly after turning around this time.

Zac also moved back to Grande, Louise is still waiting.

“Ha! You are back!” Louise was still with Mo, “Mo remembered where she had met Miley!” Louise looked very happy.

“Really.” Zach laughed with him, but he didn’t really care.

“Look! That’s it!” Louise pulled Zac to the TV.

Zach watched it for a while, but it was just an ordinary late-night show, and the timing was a matter of timing. What Zach is seeing now is not a feature film, it is a commercial. A republican woman who did not fit the aesthetics of that country, holding a bottle of, uh, stuff, said that this was the source of a happy married life.

Zac cast his eyes, “Don’t you have better things to do at night.” I mean don’t always look at these things.

“My cultivation is over.” I said a word that Zach never understood. It’s not important, the focus is on the back, “This is the advertisement! There are also in the Republic! The same line and the same scene! But people, its Miley! I finally remembered! This advertisement in the Republic was shot by Miley Liszt!”

Zac stood there for a while, and the corners of his mouth began to rise. “We must tell James this, thick…” I couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Must! But how to do it? He doesn’t contact any of us anymore!”

“I will think of a way~”