A boring day starts with a down-to-earth start. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The hunchbacked ugly woman raised her cane and tripped over the child who was about to cross the road, "Do you want to be hit by a car and die?" The tip of the hook-like nose just skipped over the child who was holding his knees and showed signs of starting to cry, "Cry, I don't know how to thank the little human, cry out of a river, and drown yourself." ”

"Wow-"

The hunchbacked ugly woman had already walked away under the surprised gazes of passers-by.

The ugly woman was Mrs. Sheila, hunched over and dangling her cane, "Old woman passes, get out of the way." "Knocking on any creature that stands in its way—here, in the Federation, in Massa, in Barton, in the West, creatures equals humans.

Pedestrians began to consciously avoid this indescribably ugly old woman. For the painful faces of the passers-by she had passed proved that the black, gold-rimmed cane was no joke, and that it would hurt if it was struck.

But Mrs. Sheila was satisfied? She occasionally twisted her shoulders, suppressing the urge to take to the sky. The sky, that's the boundless sky, how can this flat road, blocked by buildings, crowded by humans, restricted by all kinds of signs, compare to the sky?

Even if the whole street was bulldozed for her, she would not be satisfied if she walked, and this winged man, Lady Sheila, would still be dissatisfied that she could not move up and down.

Mrs. Sheila hates being down-to-earth. But alas, as a citizen of Barton, Mrs. Sheila must be down-to-earth. Otherwise, some vampire would probably make her never fall off when she flew into the sky.

Lady Sheila shook her head in annoyance, it was a simple matter of trust, and the Toredo vampire had made such a pact to make sure she wouldn't fly away and divulge Toredo's secrets at Barton. Now, it's just a deal that's good for Toredo and it's meaningless, but Sheila still can't take off casually - Toledo in Barton is not a secret, everything else is a secret, such as Sbella's small actions, such as the small actions of the saints, such as the small actions of the fallen angels, hey...... Why did she choose such a seaside city for retirement, Mrs. Sheila can only blame herself.

“...... Good morning, Patton citizens, good weather, may you all be in a good mood......"

Mrs. Sheila passed by the window of an electrical appliance store, where the television was showing a morning news talk show. It's to ask a few guys who will never be favored by the Stone family to comment on and analyze the 'big events' in Barton, such as-

“...... Oh, xx, I have to ask, did you watch the debate between our two mayoral candidates yesterday, what a ......"

Mrs. Sheila, of course, didn't care about any of this and kept walking.

“...... Very exciting!xx, haha, very exciting!but xx I think we should wait to talk about this, and now, I'm going to give you, our audience, a scoop......"

"Really?xx?What's more important than our mayoral race?What's it, xx?"

"Don't be in such a hurry~xx, be patient!"

"Oh, don't whet us, xx......"

While a few guys were inking on the TV, Mrs. Sheila had already walked past two storefronts.

“...... Our only Bisharp, we're getting married!"

Three storefronts.

"Wow! married? just in his whole family, I mean, children, ex-wife, parents, heh, (whispered but to the camera) mistress and illegitimate child, (recovered) a few months after he died? married again? wow!xx This is really worthy of the scoop, really, hehe......"

Four storefronts.

"Hehehe, I know you're interested, xx, I've got more!Wedding, it's going to be at Bishop Manor......"

At the fifth storefront, Mrs. Sheila turned her head and raised her eyebrows, rounding her owl-like eyes, turned, and began to walk back, and, of course, "Old woman passes, get out of the way." ”

The guy on TV continues.

"Okay, xx, I really didn't expect that! In Bishop Manor? Wow! As we all know, Bisharp Manor has been closed for months, and is it finally going to reopen?"

Barton's largest and oldest manor in existence, since the tragedy of the Bishop family, dismissed all servants and completely closed ......"

Mrs. Sheila, who had just walked to the second storefront, raised her eyebrows and was transferred, probably because the owner realized that this kind of show that ridiculed the people of the West End was not suitable for this place.

Mrs. Sheila glanced at her lips and turned around again, "Old woman passes, get out of the way!" The extra emotion was that Mrs. Sheila was angry - why didn't Lylie inform her?!As the supplier of supplies to Bishop Manor, why did the bewitching Lylie not tell her that the manor was about to hold a wedding?!

"Old woman passes!Get out of the way!" said Lady Sheila's cane, striking at the two 'bamboo poles' that stood in front of her.

The 'bamboo pole' was not moved.

The hooked nose began to move upwards, and so did the line of sight, and the two bamboo poles seemed infinite.

By the time Lady Sheila was looking up completely, the back of her head almost reaching her arched hunchback, her eyes were really round.

"You ......" Subconsciously, Mrs. Sheila stared at the republican man who looked down on her, "It's really high...... the corners of her eyes twitched, "You're blocking me, sir, get out of the way." ”

The republican man didn't move, but leaned forward slightly over his slender body, and actually went over Mrs. Sheila's head and looked at her hunchback.

Mrs. Sheila frowned instinctively, raised her cane, and poked directly at the other party's 'middle man', "I said you blocked my ......"

The cane was caught, firmly, and Mrs. Sheila pulled hard, a little stunned, but the other end of the cane remained motionless in the other's hand.

"Let it go!" said Mrs. Sheila, hunched over and slightly agitated.

"......*&%*......" spoke to the man like a bamboo pole and didn't let go.

Mrs. Sheila did not understand, but did not feel malice. He frowned and stared up at the other party, "What are you going to do?"

The republican man let go, and his bamboo-like arm lifted his unusually wide palm and actually placed it directly on Mrs. Sheila's shoulder.

Lady Sheila was stunned for a moment, and then, without any hesitation, the freed cane poked at the other's 'man's!

Poke halfway. Mrs. Sheila rolled her eyes that were not out of her control. It's comfortable, so cool that you roll your eyes-

The wide palms attached to the bamboo poles were unusually powerful and flexible, sliding back over Lady Sheila's shoulders, kneading and stimulating things that were not part of the human skeletal structure. Mrs. Sheila, who had not spread her wings for an unknown amount of time, felt the sensation of flapping her wings with all her might.

Refreshing.

It's just two seconds.

Mrs. Sheila's wrinkled face suddenly became gloomy, and she took a step back sharply, clutching her cane, staring at the republican bamboo pole man who was still holding a posture of raising her hand, "You!

If it weren't for Sheila's question on the street, it would be, "What the hell are you!"

The bamboo pole man actually laughed, shyly, and withdrew his hand in the air to grab his short thick black hair that could barely reach the store's sign.

Still, Mrs. Sheila felt no malice, her hand holding her cane tightened, and her mind was in turmoil. No way, it was too cool just now.

The man with the bamboo pole moved, and his hand dug into the cloth bag at his side, and took out a red, uh, pimple—a knot. Spread his hands and hand them to Lady Sheila.

Mrs. Sheila stared at what was in the other's hand, a little distracted, she couldn't control her mind and was all about observing the other's hand, the hand that had just given her the feeling of 'taking off'.

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

Mrs. Sheila wrinkled her ugly face, "What is this?!"

The bamboo pole man still just smiled, and his hand moved closer to Sheila.

No matter how stupid she is, she should understand, Mrs. Sheila is looking at what is in the other party's hand, and she is looking at the other party's republican face, which is honestly very inconsistent with the aesthetics of the Federans...... Heh, but what qualifications does Sheila have to talk about aesthetics, and she pouted, "Give it to me?"

It was also obvious that the bamboo pole man did not understand what Mrs. Sheila said at all, so he continued to shake his palms dragging the knot with a simple and speechless smile.

Mrs. Sheila hesitated for a moment, noting that not feeling malice was the key. Mrs. Sheila raised her hand, fiddled with the knot in the other party's hand, and rolled her eyes again for some reason, "Uh, I swear, if you're scam me into buying your things, I'll ......" automatically muffled her voice, staring at the other party's still smiling face, "You'd better really not understand me!" took the knot from the other party's hand.

The bamboo pole man withdrew his hand, smiled and leaned forward gently his slender body, as if to salute, looked away from the top of Sheila's head, and left.

Yes, let's go.

Lady Sheila was left with a knot in her hand that she didn't know what to do, looking confused. What just happened?

Suddenly remembering something, Lady Sheila suddenly turned around and walked in the direction of the bamboo pole man, and at the same time, she couldn't care about still being on the street, "If you are a republican 'thing', this is not the place for you to stay......" Patton's interracial consensus, resist the entry of republican interracial races, isn't it. However, the bamboo pole man has disappeared.

Mrs. Sheila looked at the Federalists all over the street, twitched out of the corner of her eyes, turned around, and continued, "Old woman passing!! Get out of the way!!"

Needless to say, everyone has already begun to avoid automatically. The typical old, crazy, ugly, old woman who hates the world, isn't it, as if anyone would come near her.

Moving on, I don't believe in any casualness, Mrs. Sheila's trip today is for an appointment, this kind of appointment with work and friends. The location was chosen by the other party, and there was a market one street away. For some 'magical' reason, the other party likes the noisy atmosphere there, and every time such a date is made, he has to go to that place and sit for a while.

Mrs. Sheila could get there by car, but what she despised more than her down-to-earth way of moving was what metal box she sat in and let the metal box move for her, so ......

Mrs. Sheila now regretted that she should have used a means of transportation, at least not in this kind of distracting and inexplicable thing.

When you pass through an alleyway, turn around decisively and take the path! If you encounter a dead end, you can 'jump' over it, as long as it does not exceed the range of the building, it will not take off, right?! Uh, Mrs. Sheila wants the other person's hand to stay behind her shoulder for a little longer! Uh, didn't she retreat on her own! Uh, no, didn't she want to encounter this inexplicable thing......

Distracting......

“...... Man, I'm telling you, it's new! It took me a lot of work to get it......."

"Shhhhh

Mrs. Sheila looked at the two young men who had stuffed their pockets back into their pockets in a panic, and then at the dead end behind the two young men, and pouted. It's good that she's obviously running into two guys who are making some kind of secret deal. Troublesome.

Mrs. Sheila's gaze was large and hesitant to look around the dead-end building, it was a perfect place, with buildings on the left and right, leaving only a concave gap in the middle that allowed something to pass through that could break out of gravity by 5 meters. Perfect!

What was not perfect was the two young men with their heads bowed and their pockets in their pockets, quickly glaring at each other.

Mrs. Sheila began to seriously consider the various factors.

was interrupted.

"Old woman, get out of here! Don't you see you're disturbing our 'business'! If you don't want to get into trouble, ......"

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

Well, that's convenient, what do you think so much, do you really think everyone is a vampire of Grande, a model citizen?

At the same time that one young man rolled his eyelids and fell to the ground, the other staggered, and the dagger that he didn't know when he felt also fell to his side.

Mrs. Sheila withdrew her cane and glanced at the bottom of it. It's good, the dust that just came all the way was wiped clean by the head of the guy who fell to the ground.

"*!*!*!You, you old madman!You, you kill him......"

Mrs. Sheila didn't bother to answer, if the guy's mood could have stabilized, she could clearly see that the guy with a round mark on his head was still heaving his chest. Lady Sheila's cane rose horizontally again, with the whistling of the air current, and it was directly struck sideways.

The howling young man spun twice in the air, landed on the ground, and was quiet.

Mrs. Sheila looked at the body of the staff with satisfaction, and it was clean, not bad. Glancing at the young man on the ground, "If you are quiet and don't attract the attention of other people, you can avoid fainting for two days." At the same time, he saw something coming out of the other party's pocket, which seemed to be the packaging of cigarettes.

Mrs. Sheila picked it up and looked at it a few times, it was not smoke. Pouting, shaking his head, he continued to look at the unconscious young man, "It's all this kind of fuss about doing this kind of business, uh, Smith's ability to choose people is getting worse and worse." ”

Mrs. Sheila's shoulders trembled, and the sound of zippers being stretched along her arched hunchback. Without further description, Mrs. Sheila looked at the gap surrounded by buildings with excitement and anticipation.

The air flow is being pushed and spreading, converging.

Three seconds.

Lady Sheila was standing on the other side of the alleyway with a gloomy face. It's a desire for dissatisfaction, and she wants more...... (To be continued.) )