The simple wooden fork hadn't yet been plugged in with the green thing that had replaced the fried chicken that Anthony had requested, and Crowley stood up, her long hair that turned to stop, her long blond, slightly curved waves, swaying in the air with her turned face brought back by her stopped body, the tips of her slender fingers, reflecting a faint sheen of her nails, snapped into the cushioned back of her Roman seat.

There seemed to be huge wings spread out in the closed office, and the paper on Anthony's desk was lifted in an instant! The sound of overlapping traffic filled Mayor Barton's ears in an instant! The inky shadow seemed to have a real object, and it shattered the light in the office hard, and the chaotic light and shadow in Anthony's eyes had not had time to calm down, and the light seemed to light up on Crowley, who had her back to him!

Anthony closed his eyes tightly, and the sudden 'storm' had already toppled Gina's 'tampered' lunch. Anthony didn't care about the food scattered on his clothes, and instead of stupidly holding the gun at his side, Anthony immediately grabbed the plate in front of him and blocked it in front of his face!

There are certain things that do not exist in this world that cannot be seen with the eyes. Anthony doesn't have the self-healing powers of a vampire.

Perhaps some faith fanatics will see this as proof of strength. In fact, it is just like the vampire will burn when they step into the homes of the Indons, which is a manifestation of certain boundaries that cannot be crossed. This is the boundary with the soul, and as for whether the person who can set such a boundary is strong or not, well, if you take Papa Midnight as a reference, it seems that it is indeed powerful.

Her long blonde hair fluttered in the sparkling glow, and Crowley's face was completely submerged in the light, and inky black things swam in the light.

The process is not long.

With his eyelids slightly open, Anthony looked at the side blocked by the dinner plate, and the light and shadow had returned to normal. The mayor of Barton slapped the plate back to his desk and stared at Crawley, who was still standing with her back to him.

The clothes that seemed to have been pierced by burning covered Crowley's body, but the burn marks of light and extinction were not expanding, but shrinking, and the gray ash floating in the air slowly gathered on her body, and the smooth back was gradually obscured by the constantly recovering shirt and coat.

"You'd better have a good explanation!" Anthony cranked, slamming his rough palms from his military days on his desk, and the innocent broccoli turned into a green paste.

Crowley's hair swayed, and her jet-black eyes closed as she turned back to look at an angry Anthony.

"One of my people. Crowley seemed to be pondering the words, "Dead." There was no emotion in her tone, and in the blue pupils, the inky black pupils slowly contracted, dilated, contracted, and diated like breathing.

Anthony snorted, well, James did a good thing, at least let one demon roll back to hell.

Crowley looked at Anthony's indifferent expression, shook her head, and turned back to him, "You didn't understand, 'dead', his soul is gone." ”

Anthony's love has a hint of fluctuation, Zach has made a move?

Crowley tilted her head sideways to look at Anthony's expression, and she confirmed that the mayor was unaware of the situation.

"Now, I really need to go somewhere. Crowley said goodbye again, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk. Because she suddenly appeared in her real body, the messy desk, as if pulled by some force, all kinds of debris floated in the air and returned to its original position. Even the food that stained Anthony returned to the plate.

Anthony frowned at the back of Crowley pulling the door open and disappearing, looked at the plate again as if nothing had happened, pouted, and threw the plate in the trash.

Crowley's slender, androgynous body under men's formal attire attracted countless pairs of 'curious' eyes in the town hall, and she turned into the stairwell.

When the man who had the initiative tried to catch up and talk, the stairwell was empty. Of course, these men who are good at words don't feel weird, they only feel that such long legs really go fast.

A pinprick-like pain crept through James's brain. James's consciousness began to recover, he already felt his hand being pulled away by something, and his fingers were clenched subconsciously, and James's mind remembered that he had a gun on one side and a saber on the other as soon as it began to work.

James, who had no idea what was going on, wasn't prepared to let go of the two only things that could keep him safe.

James's newly opened eyes, the scene was spinning rapidly, still the dark alleys between the buildings, still the same turn, and even he could already feel the breeze from the vent on one side of the air into his neckline.

And then everything started to sink! No, it was James's gaze moving upward!

As if gravity had been split between the wall and the sky, James's back pressed against the wall and began to slide upwards! Further up, the buttoned dress jacket was held up by something when it reached the middle, the inner shirt button was a little difficult to restrain the things inside, and the long blond hair was on the bulging part, and James already had a bad premonition.

The delicate chin, the lips, the nose, the blue with two jet-black pupils, until James's body hung completely against the wall. Crowley's brows were furrowed, her fingers swinging in both directions, and James's arm seemed to be equipped with a mechanism that was not under his control!

James is plastered in large letters on the wall.

Crowley moved to the left, James's hand pressed against the wall by an invisible force was at the level of Crowley's gaze, "Silver bullets." Crowley observed, "Silver represents blocking, has the power to harm any alien, good choice." She seemed to be talking to herself.

Crowley's finger flicked at James's wrist, and James watched in surprise as he turned the muzzle of the gun toward Crowley. Crowley tilted her head sideways, looked at it for a while, and found no traces of the use she had just used, and straightened her fingers expressionlessly, and James's wrist was pressed back against the wall again, and the joints on her arm were hit painfully!

Crowley walked to the right, and James watched his neckline run in front of his eyes.

Crowley frowned as she looked at the saber clenched in James's left hand, the saber was typically made of steel and had no use in the slightest, at least to the demons. The demon's container does not require the joints to be intact, their actions and regeneration do not rely on the power of *, but on the soul, and the damage to the container has no effect on their actions as long as it is still within the scope of repair.

If you see someone with their back to you and their face facing you, don't think of them as an alien who has failed to portray. Don't think it's a walking corpse, Papa can't even make a move at midnight, and it's hard for him to get his 'men' to do it. It's just a demon who doesn't care much about his container.

Crowley was facing James, looking at James's confused expression, "So you weren't the one who killed me?" What do you see?"

James stared, looking at the demon in front of him, and after such a brief silence, "Let me go!" James said the first words to the demon!

The first time he met Crowley, he had been talking under the guidance of Zach and Anthony, and the real object of the conversation was not Crowley, and he now knew how lucky he was at that time, and if he could, he hoped that he would never be able to talk to this woman!

Crowley raised an eyebrow, she wasn't very interested in the two humans, and in comparison to James. In her opinion, this is the worldview that ordinary human beings, whose beliefs are not obvious, are still shaping. It's just a guy who is involved in the real world, and the only thing to see is that he is still resolute, and he doesn't show fear and collapse because of being in a strange situation.

"Why?" said Crowley grinned, "I don't need to put my posture down with you. You're just an educated human being. ”

James's chest was heaving, gravity wasn't feeling good, James's senses were struggling to adjust to the gravitational pull that enveloped him from three directions, "Put me down!!" he raised his voice and shouted again!

"Do you want to attract other people?" said Crowley, looking at James, curling the corners of her mouth.

James's open mouth closed.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Crowley's eyes began to look at the human seriously, "I can see that both the vampire and the mayor value you, and I don't want to anger them." ”

"What do you want to do!" James lowered his voice, his chin was already on his chest, it was the easiest way to bow his head, but in just a few seconds, James could already feel the pain in his neck.

"I've already asked. Crowley sighed and waved her hand, and James felt the power from the sky disappear and feel a lot more comfortable. No, how can it be comfortable to stick to the wall in the air!

"What do you see?" was Crawley's most concession.

"No! I didn't see anything!" James whispered, it was true, he wasn't sure what he saw, did he see a man like a priest stepping over his head?

"You know, I can see the memories in your soul, right?" Crowley pulled her blonde hair back from her forehead, "Do you want me to pull out your soul and take a look?"

James's face turned blue, which was not what Anthony had said! Anthony had reminded him of something to watch out for when he left, but he didn't mention anything about the devil pulling out his own soul!

"Huh. Crowley ran her finger across her lips, "Interesting." Just listen to others, vampires, how are they going to educate you?"

James's face is greener! Crowley is lying to him!

But James didn't have a chance to get angry, Crowley's body disappeared, and the inky black rushed towards James!