At midnight, Cyrus called from his house and said that Mrs. Quinn had been sent back to Bourges.

"Wait will follow our topic ~" Zac sorted out his appearance and said goodbye to Louise temporarily.

Louise smiled and went to find Mo Wan.

As soon as Zac left Grand's range, he saw Mrs. Quinn standing in the backyard of Pooch and dancing in the moonlight. She seemed to be in a good mood ~

"Do you need a partner?" Zac smiled.

"Please ~"

Mrs. Quinn had already posed, and Zac filled her vacant position perfectly. Front, back, left, right, uh, the dance of the two vampires is only the simplest waltz. The most basic ballroom dance.

"Uh, my God." Poach's wordless sigh came from the room. "Am I going to put you some music?" This is a mockery.

"Please ~" Mrs. Quinn looked back.

No matter how good the mood is, the fact that Mrs. Quinn's face is old and wrinkled cannot be changed. Looking back, not beautiful. Boqi stunned and lifted the account book in his hand, "Whether do you want to see this!"

The male character as a leader suspended this basic dance step, "Is that account book?"

"if not!"

Mrs. Quinn also turned her head, glanced at the book in Pooch's hand, "Take it."

Need to explain:

This account book was taken back by Dal Walker at Quinn Manor at night, and Zac sent him directly to Portage. After all, it was useless to stay in Grande. Mrs. Quinn went to visit Mokawi and Benjamin when the sun went down to visit Mocavi and Benjamin, and did not see this return to the original owner's account for the first time.

Poche came unhappily with the account book and was confused when he handed it out, and was finally taken by Mrs. Quinn. I turned directly to the last page and looked at the last item on this account, "Make my death." Of course, the position she was looking at was "maintenance", "I was not going to keep accounts." Impatient Poki, "If it's not for you to calculate your heritage, I'm too lazy to count these things."

Forget about the absurd reality in this sentence, the word 'legacy' annoys Pooch.

"My legacy ?! You didn't even leave Quinn Manor to me !!"

"Something good, my dear grandson!" Mrs. Quinn's good mood may not be over yet, just pause for a while, "You already have your home, do you still remember the house of the senior, hum." Strangely, he looked at Zac, "I should have burned this thing, I didn't expect it to be troublesome."

"It's nothing." Zac felt relaxed, "Amanda's cousin only."

"Cousin. Huh." Mrs. Quinn shook her head and turned the book in her hand. "I have never heard Amanda and her family mention this cousin. If it wasn't for me this time, I would leave Amanda a sum of money. , This person probably won't come over. Huh, human. "

Zac just turned his head, of course, would not comment. Boqi, pouted, and kept silent.

Mrs. Quinn turned pages a little bit faster. When she stayed on one page, she glanced at Poki. "Your parents." The book was handed to Poki.

Boqi took it, glanced at the list of accounts, the largest amount, but the most ambiguous record of ‘maintenance’, “What!”

"Look at the date, don't you think what it is." Mrs. Quinn looked impatient and raised Zac's arm to continue dancing.

Zac is naturally cooperative, front, back, left and right. Zac is also intimate, feeling that Pocci will have something to say, this simple waltz dance is flying all over the field and always stays around Pocci.

Poki's face finished once from irritability to calmness, "It was the death of my parents." The lead dance did not affect Zac's listening. Although the words were not meant for him, the speaker did not care about the audience, did he? "You forged the truth about my parents' death, turned them into martyrs in war, turned me into war orphans, and started the orphanage business."

"That's exactly what happened." Mrs. Quinn followed Zac's dance steps. "It started with you and should be continued by you. So, the orphanage in the Southern District has given you, plus the nursing home you already have." Quinn Madam seemed a little dissatisfied with this overly basic dance step, gave Zach a look, and his body began to spin, "As long as you are not too incompetent, you can have a rich second half of my life. My responsibility for the surname Quinn is completed. Now. "

Perhaps it is the relationship of moonlight. The gentle moonlight minimizes the shortcomings of human age and increases the posture that is not limited by age. Mrs. Quinn has a moment of beauty. Of course, at the end of the spin, when Zac's hand reintroduced Mrs. Quinn back to the front, back, left, and right, this beauty returned to the prototype.

Pooch blinked. "That's what you care about? Responsible for Quinn?"

"Oh, Poch. I'm dead, Mrs. Quinn, dead." Mrs. Quinn seemed to be thinking about the skills that can be performed in this dance, "Look at me, no matter whether I am a vampire, Will continue to maintain my identity as Mrs. Quinn for longer, do I need to care about anything else. "

Irrefutable argument.

"Uh." Pooch closed the ledger in his hand. "So what are you going to do next ?! I can't let you live in my house forever!"

Mrs. Quinn smiled and smiled at Pozi, "This is my familiar and dear grandson." The irony should not be too obvious ~ "Relax, wait for me to master the ability to move freely, and then I'm tired of my great-grandson . I wo n’t disturb you. Believe me, it ’s almost time. ”

Zac recalled that the mass in the mirror at noon had no outline, no humanoid black thread, and kept quiet cunningly.

Mrs. Quinn looked back at Zac. "Look how long you can hold Patton. If enough, I still have friends I want to hold."

Zach was 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 that my appearance limits my place in human society. I will not have the freedom of other vampires. Then, I need my friends to accompany me."

This is the truth. In the image of a middle-aged man, Zac can stay in an identity in human society for 10 to 20 years. Mrs. Quinn, in her current state, has been in the sky for about five years. People will begin to wonder why the old woman next door has never been sick, visited by family members (children, grandchildren), or still alive ...

"Okay." Zac nodded. "You make your own decision." Seriously thinking, "Half a year, at least." Listen carefully to Zac's next words, "This time I go to the west, I am sure to use Zmiche and Cappadocia is fighting for Patton's stability for half a year. "

"More than enough." Mrs. Quinn accepted the answer.

Pooch did not accept, "Only half a year ?! You can't do this ..."

Interrupt early, "What are you excited about?" Zack pouted, "I'm talking about the stability of the vampire in Button. It's not you, not the wizard, or Papa midnight. Spella and the feast have a 10-year agreement, You, a beneficiary who has done nothing, do n’t be verbose. ”

"Hehehe." None of Pooch responded, and Mrs. Quinn smiled in Zac's arms.

Boqi burst into a swearing and turned away.

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

"I thought you would be destroyed this time by the Feast," Mrs. Quinn said.

"So you anxiously faked death." Zac was very relaxed. "I thought you would still enjoy human life for a year or two."

"That's right, something happened, just right." Mrs. Quinn paused. "Pyne, propose."

"What?" Zac was so surprised that he missed a step. Fortunately, it was just a basic dance step, which was quickly completed.

"I didn't expect this to happen so fast to control his son Nate." Mrs. Quinn's face was a little difficult to interpret.

"You are rich, powerful, beautiful, and rich." Zach turned his head, "I don't think Mr. Pine is 'fast'."

"Uh." Mrs. Quinn's face was more difficult to interpret, "but let's face it, I can almost be his mother!" Mrs. Quinn snorted, "Everyone just thinks we are old guys, In the eyes of young people, there is no difference between a wrinkle and two wrinkles, and they do n’t care about this problem. But in fact, we all know that he is just a vigorous teenager, fascinated by a mother-like mature-female-. "

Mrs. Quinn's wrinkles in front of her eyes, Mr. Pine's wrinkles in the impressions of several meetings, and, teenagers, milf-female-. The four images are spinning in Zac's mind. Indescribable feeling. Zac decided not to comment with a smile.

Mrs. Quinn also shook her head, "I hope to give him Quinn Manor as compensation for him."

Zac raised his eyebrows. Did Quinn Manor give Pine? Zac knew for the first time!

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

"Oh, don't sympathize with Pooch." Mrs. Quinn continued. By the way, Zack did not. "About a month ago, the property of Quinn Estate was transferred to him." Mrs. Quinn rolled her eyes. "That was an act of arrogance. I don't want to hear Barton (Mrs.) keep talking to me My relationship with Pine. "

Zac was more surprised, "So you gave your home to Pine, just to block your friend's mouth?"

"Yes." Mrs. Quinn looked away.

Mrs. Quinn should have been wrong. It wasn't Mr. Pine who proposed to marry, but herself who had released too ambiguous signals ...

Zac hesitated, and said, "Mr. Pine is now in the tomb, visiting you."

Mrs. Quinn looked back at Zac, with a surprise on her face, "So late?"

"Well, he arrived at about ten o'clock. I sent him to the cemetery. He said he couldn't sleep, and Nate disappeared as usual at night. He didn't know what to do, so he came to see you. I left him. It's there, he should still be there. "

"Huh! Didn't he know that Barton's night was not safe!"

"He didn't know. The police said that in the terrorist attack on the city of Barton, the self-explosive case has been solved, remember."

"*!" The old woman swears.

Zac ’s lead dance was lost in a single step. Mrs. Quinn had left Zac ’s side and had just taken two steps at the speed of a vampire. She turned back and stared at Zac. far??"

Ah, this is also the question that only new vampires will ask during the adaptation period-remember how we humans judge the line of sight at any time, simple, I can see you, you can see me. Now this basic rule of survival does not apply to Mrs. Quinn. She may be wasting the vampire's vision farther than humans because of the "what the heart wants", or she may not be able to satisfy the desire at this time because she is standing too far.

Understand it.

"You can stand in front of him, just use ..." Zac pointed his eyes. "No modification, just remember to leave this part blank." Torredo still has a bit of an advantage.

Mrs. Quinn tried it in place, and her eyes were red once after her drooping eyelids. Nodded, turned around, walked two more steps, turned back, and pursed his lips, "The Northland's Zmirch still manufactures Banlin in Barton, and Mokawi received two more commissions to eliminate the time loop."

Zac has no emotions. "Congratulations to the ancestors' office and the business is booming." Zac just knows that, Cyrus will report on the actions of several great gods at home.

Mrs. Quinn took another two steps, and then turned back, "You are angry at my death, did I find Benjamin." Waving, "I don't know any ancestors' office, but I just found him, but not you."

"No." Zach smiled and shook his head. "Actually I am very, well, appreciate, you found him." Zach said the truth again, "You understand a group formed by Alpha and Mokawi to help Torre Making more descendants, how important is the significance of this matter. Ha ha. "Zach's thinking is a bit floating," This is the kind of event that will change history. "

Mrs. Quinn was quiet for a while, "I didn't think so much, I just thought you would block." Then Zac gave a smile, "but I'm happy to teach me how to change history, you have time to teach me "" Mrs. Quinn's good learning, we have already seen, she did not ask Zach Mokawi, so don't be surprised here.

"Tomorrow?" Zac also smiled.

"Tomorrow, the same lunch time."

It was so easy, the invitation of the Grande group was confirmed tomorrow.

Mrs. Quinn had no more problems and disappeared quickly after turning around.

Zac also stepped back to Grande, and Louise was still waiting.

"Hah! You're back!" Louise was still with the ink, "Mo remembered where she had seen Miley!" Louise was very happy.

"Really." Zac smiled with him, but he didn't care much.

"Look! That's it!" Louise pulled Zac toward the TV.

Zac watched it for a while, but it was just a normal late-night show, and the timing was not right. Zac is not seeing the feature film right now, it is an in-stream advertisement. A republican woman who cannot be said to meet the aesthetics of that country, holding a bottle, er, something, saying that this is the source of a happy marriage.

Zac glanced away. "Did you do anything better at night." Meaning don't look at these things all the time.

"My cultivation is over." Say a word that Zac has never understood. It's not important. The focus is on the back. "It's this advertisement! There are also in the Republic! The same lines and the same scene! But the person is that Miley. ! I finally remembered! The advertisement in the Republic was taken 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 the laughter.

"Must! But how to do it ?? He doesn't contact any of us!"

"I will think of a way ~"