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"If you're going to come to me, come to me!" said Sbella, who wore a pointed hat and waved a broom in her hand, before being grabbed by a group of men and tied to the stake. But that didn't stop Sbella from speaking, staring at the cyan figure around her that was constantly being pierced and embedded by the people who were tying her, "Now I'm talking to the air like a madman!"

"You're a madman. The cyan figure walked around the stake, "so to be tied to a pillar and burned." ”

Crackling, cheap lanterns began to shine from under the stake as they wrapped around Sbella's body. The bound Sbella rolled her eyes, lifted her breath, and then "Ah!" as sharp as if she was going to die, "You will pay! I curse you! I curse the land! You will all die!!" Staring at the dazed audience, "You, you, I saw, I saw!!Your death is in my eyes!!"

The people in the audience looked at each other, "Uh, what kind of show is this?"

"Salem's Witch Trials......"

"Oh...... It's weird, let's go, I heard that the colonial war is going on over there......"

"Uh...... I do not know...... It seems that they are all performances of the Indians being 'bullied' by outsiders...... Let's go play the game. ”

"Yes!"

Sbella raised her drooping head, pulled the corners of her mouth, twisted her body to shake off the lanterns and ropes wrapped around her, jumped off the stake, and glanced at the cyan figure, "I'm not crazy, I'm acting as a black witch who was burned to death." He didn't bother to say anything and walked behind the stake.

"I've been around Paisyoung for most of the day, where have you been? uh, before you came here to act, tsk, Black Witch. ”

"Laboratory. Behind the stake was a barbecue stand, and Sbella stood beside her husband Corden, pointing to the barbecue that was almost there, and the meaning was obvious.

"Uh, where is your lab?" The cyan figure is naturally Sloane, and of course, the devil knows where his body is. However, judging by the impatience on his blue face and the way he looked around, he should have signaled Sbella to go to a hidden place to speak. For example, laboratories.

"Hmph. Sbella took the large plate of roast meat, "As if I was going to tell you." "Look Sloane up and down, what do you mean, Soul Walker, it's hard to guard-

Do you still remember Sloane's special skill, what was obtained by the cyan Sloane can instantly cross space and even the world (Sloan did it when he rescued Lip, and pulled back Lip in the dream) back to Sloan's main body~

Sibella simply built her own laboratory underground, how could she let this kind of thing into her own laboratory.

The cyan Sloan tugged at the corners of his mouth, "If I were going to steal your things, I would have stolen them a long time ago." But I didn't, did I, hide myself in the sanatorium......" and got angry as he spoke, "If it weren't for Grande's vampire......"

The corners of Sbella's eyes twitched, and she threw the barbecue back to Corden, "No life!" and turned to leave, "Is there something wrong with you, Soul Walker?" and returned to the stake, grabbed the broken broom that was thrown away when he was tied up before, and stood on the edge of the stake with great momentum, staring at the group of people rushing in the distance.

"Uh...... What are you doing?"

Sbella didn't look at Sloane, and continued to look at the crowd of people rushing in, uh, a bunch of guys with plastic shields and foam swords.

"Clear the secret!" shouted to the group.

"If the darkness obscures the eyes of a man, then the blade in the hand of the Assassin is the key to unlocking the treasure! (Zach's character is an assassin)

"Congratulations, warriors, you have cleared the dungeon!" Sibella took off the pointed hat on her head, took out a note in it for a long time, and practiced according to it, "As the first team to clear the customs, you will receive a private perfume package provided by Crescent Moon (Maggie), please go to the east venue to pick it up." Stuffed back the note, brought back the hat, and glanced at the person in front of him, "What are you still standing for, go and receive the award!"

The crowd poured away again.

Sbella jumped off the stake again, and went back to the barbecue stand, "Is it cooked now?"

"Scorched. ”

"Whatever. "Sbella took the charred roast and began to 'enjoy'.

Sloane, who was already cyan, seemed to have a veil over his face, "Lip is dead. I feel like I should tell you, personally. ”

The plastic fork punctured the disposable paper tray as it tried to puncture the charred flesh. Sbella glanced at Sloane, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Hmph, don't laugh, Dream Demon can't die." ”

"Yes, but he's no different from dead, he's in an isolated world where there are no dreams, no reality, no illusion, no time, no connection to everything. He couldn't get out. ”

"yes, and how did you know there was such a world?" said Sbella, who must have asked a powerful question, "You've been?" ”

"Part of me, I can't come back. ”

Sbella frowned, not knowing if it was the meat gravy on her hands because of the leaky plate, or something else, "And how did you get there?"

"It's not about how I got there, it's about how that world came about......"

Interrupted, Sbella shook her juicy hand, "If you want to discuss a serious matter with me, I said it, come here in person." I'm not interested in talking to, um, partially, about things. ”

"I can't. The cyan Sloan pouted, "I can't leave where I am now." ”

"The inseparable place is ......" and so on.

"No. Rippert's home. He was in very poor shape because he didn't keep the third 'Colt' and Zach died. And at the same time, 'Colt' is also missing, and no one knows where Alan ran away with 'Colt'. His face became gloomy, "The worst case scenario is to run to Newton......

"Oh, what do you care about? Sbella tilted her head, "When did you come back?" Do you have any idea what happened to Barton?"

"Noh told me. Zach was supposed to face Toredo of the Feast, and they were at Barton. I didn't know what I wanted to say, "Tsk." Knowing what Zach is doing will make up for Barton's situation. Tut. "Tsk again.

Sbella's face took a turn - as soon as Sloane's words fell, she seemed to instinctively open her mouth, but in an instant she closed and gloomily, continuing to poke holes in the plate. There was silence for a long time, "What do you want!"

"Originally, I just wanted to inform you of Lip's 'death' in person, at least he was once a soul of Barton and a foreign race, and he also regarded you as a friend. Now, I've almost finished the matter in Barton on No's side, and I want your help to help me recover the third 'Colt'. ”

Sbella didn't respond, glancing at the time, "You've got ten minutes, and there's ten minutes left in the next Salem witch trial." ”

"Uh, okay. Sloan could only follow Sbella, "I know from No, everyone in Barton already knows the third 'Colt', right?" Inexplicably, there was another "tsk." A vampire who lived for four centuries was killed by a human in his own home......"

"You have five minutes left. "It's time.

Sloan was stunned for a moment, when did time really fly?" "It's time to realize that Sbella doesn't want to hear anything about Zack's death, and what else can she do but be obedient, Sloane sorted out what he had to say," Noya told me, and he kept his promise to me and didn't tell anyone else how the third 'Colt' came to be. ”

Sbella looked up at Sloane, "So you're going to keep an eye on him at No's house, worried that he's being found by a foreign race?"

Sloan waved his hand, "It's not that I'm worried, someone has already gone looking for him, and the gatekeeper of Purgatory, Leo, has been driven away by me." Others are snooping in the shadows. Everyone wants to know how the third 'Colt' came to be. The other part is to ask Grande ......"

"Three minutes. ”

"Uh, what's wrong with you! If I'm not mistaken, you hate Zach!" Sloan was impatient.

"A minute. ”

"You are unreasonable!"

Sbella gave up the barbecue, wiped her hands on her hat casually, returned to the stake, and gestured, "Go!"

"Uh!" the cyan Sloane followed Sbella, gesturing to the empty seats below, "No one!"

Who cares about this cyan phantom who is not here at all, a group of people have surrounded Sbella who is wielding a broom.

Sloan took two steps back speechlessly, not that he minded being windowed out of him, but that he minded this inexplicable rejection.

"You're blocking me. In the corner of the stake, a voice appeared.

Sloan looked back in surprise, thinking that the only people who could see him here were Sbella and Corden.

The one who spoke was Ike, yes, who had died once, and was now the vessel of Camille, the angel of the saints. Although the tone is a little cold, it is very strange with a smile on his face.

"Who are you??"

"You don't have to know. No one, but you're holding me back. As he spoke, he moved to the side, smiling as he watched Sbella be burned at the stake.

Sloan frowned, and raised his hand to brush it over Ike, "You're a vessel, an angel. Are you a saint?"

Ike didn't answer, and continued to be on the edge of the stake, smiling at what was happening on the stake.

Sloan pursed his lips, "Are you playing any role too?"

"Yes. ”

"Who? onlookers, oh, the crowd cursed by the Black Witch!"

"No, I play Zach. Glancing at Sloane, "Don't you know that the Salem Trial was a scene orchestrated by Zachary Torredo and the Black Witch. turned Salem, where the Black Witch was the hardest to survive, into a safe haven for the Black Witch, which continues to this day. Ike retracted his gaze and continued to smile, "Now, don't disturb my Zach from admiring his work." ”

Sloane's face was gloomy, and it didn't take long for him to disappear. It's back to the basics.

Nou's home.

After confirming that Nou was still crouching in the tub, Sloan sat irritably on the couch.

"Do you need some tea, sir?" said the fat maid Miuna.

"No, thank you. Sloan turned on the TV. The mood didn't get any better, because they were all covering Barton's cultural feast, carnival. To make matters worse - the Colonial War was supposed to be a big show, and the witch trials in Salem could be performed back and forth a few times, and the Colonial War ended and entered the process of Union independence. Sloane, on the other hand, saw thirteen people on the edge of the stage, picked back and forth by someone who kept smiling, and finally split and turned away.

"Tsk! What is this! Barton finally has a cultural event to commemorate the guy who was killed by humans!"

Naturally, with an irritable complaint, it was the cyan figure that had already risen from the sofa. The body, already tilting his head, continued to press the remote control to change the channel.

"This is actually ......" I don't know where to come from, "Very, well, very heartwarming~"

"Who's talking?!"

It's not Sloane, what Sloan did was to distance the two selves in an instant, and be vigilant to maximize his vision.

"Who's talking?!!" The panicked voice came out of Miuna's mouth again.

The third time she couldn't ask, Miuna fell to the ground. Behind her broad, fallen body was a stranger.

Leather boots with rivets, open leather coats, and hands full of tiger fingers and rings that were hard to tell whether it was the murder weapon wiped the blood from the black lips. Red eyes, raised in the smudged black circles, "Interesting, Soul Walker." ”

"Who are you!" Sloane said, glancing at Muna on the ground.

This action was captured, "Don't worry, she's still alive, I don't have the habit of eating only one kind of food at a meal, I'll get tired of it~I like feasting~" silently, already occupying Sloane's side, black lips grinning, "like this~feast~" The little thumb smeared with black nail polish, hooking the picture on the TV, carnival, "but it seems to be very unsafe there~"

"Eli Toredo!"

"You know me?" as if delighted, his fingers touched Sloane. Noumenon.

Sloane's body instantly softened, and another cyan figure had stepped aside, pulling away, staring gloomily at the intruder!"Go on, touch me!

"Woo~It's so cold~" Eli didn't touch, but retreated. Yes, the soft Sloan is a corpse. "I like you~" Eli began to walk towards the house, in the direction of the bathroom, "Relax, I'm not here to trouble you, I'm here just to confirm one thing, hehe, my ability to analyze blood is not as good as Lesenbra, so, I need more hehe, eyewitness ......"

Before he could finish that, the bathroom door opened. Wet with a wine bottle, he looked at Eli Toredo and calmly, "What do you want?" ”

"Facts. Zachary Grande, is he really dead? Eli looked at the person in front of him with a strange expression.

Because Nuo turned around and went back to the bathroom, this was not ignorance, it was emotion......

Eli raised an eyebrow and looked around. Like what, the lost guy can't find the help of enthusiastic passers-by and stands at the crossroads in a daze.

"Okay. I think I confirmed. Eli walked to the door, "Oh ~ yes ~ I don't know if any of you care, Alan is in my hands, tortured, paying the price for his crime of killing Zachary Toredo, forever." Spread the word to Barton's aliens, the new Toredo is here, be sure to welcome~"