Just when Feng Wanying and Wesley were about to fall asleep in a daze, Feng Wanying felt something strangled on her neck, and her breathing was a little unsmooth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Honey, what are you doing here?"

Feng Wanying turned on the bedside lamp.

"Ah......" Feng Wanying exclaimed, she pushed with her hands and kicked wildly with her feet.

"What's going on? What's going on?? Wesley hurriedly opened his eyes, and he was also stunned by the scene in front of him!

Feng Wanying was pinched by the neck by a fluttering person, who floated in the air in a translucent shape, and it could be vaguely seen that this was an old lady!

"You, you let her go! I thought you were in my dreams, but I didn't think you were really here! Wesley's voice trembled.

Wesley had the courage to reach out and push the old lady away, but his hands only passed through the man, and he couldn't touch her.

The man's withered hand slowly strained on Feng Wanying's neck......

"You let go of her, you let go of her......" Wesley cried out, waving his hands vigorously over the translucent man, but to no avail, Wesley's hands were just empty.

Feng Wanying's face had turned purple, and she could no longer say a word.

"I beg you, great-grandmother! For the sake of the child, you can let her go, she is pregnant! ”

Wesley had nothing to do and began to plead!

"Kid? Gray-blue eyes kids, right?! The translucent figure began to look at Wesley, her hand not letting go, but not again.

On her translucent body, a pair of lifeless green eyes stood out.

The green eyes began to shoot two cold rays of light!

"I'm here for my children! This is a child of the devil! How can a child of the devil come into this world? The abominable devil has cursed Ninevi Manor! I'm going to kill this child, kill this child! "While talking about those dry hands, I made a lot of effort!

Feng Wanying's legs kicked weakly......

"No, no, no! Great-grandmother, kill me first! I'm also a gray-blue eyed child, so kill me first!! Wesley prayed aloud!

"Stop! You crazy old woman!! ”

A gust of wind blew outside the open window in the hot summer, and the wind lifted the curtains, and with this low, thunderous roar, the earth seemed to tremble!

A mountain with wings came in as light as a bird through the window, and with lightning speed it fanned the translucent old woman to the ground with an outstretched wing!

Then the mountain fell silently and steadily on the carpet.

"You old immortal, what are you doing here?" Although the translucent old woman was pushed down, she rose into the air in an instant.

"Lady Bran, stop making trouble! You've been making Provence restless all these years, what's in it for you? What's in it for the Jean Ninevi family? ”

Feng Wanying, who was relieved, saw the outline of the mountain clearly in the dim light of the bedside lamp: this is an incomparably strong person, with a pair of tightened bird wings on both sides of his stiff back, and his heavy eyelids almost cover his eyes, and the most special thing is the strange big hooked nose like a dromedary!

It's him? That weird old man at the top of the hill named Ben Shamin! When did he grow wings? It's like a dream!

"If Elio doesn't come out, how can I die in peace? As long as you tell me where your brother is, I will leave Provence forever! ”

"Didn't I tell you when you were still alive? My brother is dead, dead for many years! ”

"You abominable vulture! At that time, I believed your words, and I thought that I could get revenge underground, but I have been dead for so many years, and I have not found him! And you're still alive and well, and he must not be dead, right? "Madame Bran floated up to the strange old man and looked at him viciously, with a green glow in her eyes!

"I won't leave Provence! Unless Elio comes out to see me, I won't be blind to this vendetta! ”

"There are divine laws of life and death, so why should you bother with it?"

"He's a liar, he's a murderer! He cheated on my feelings, he killed my children! I'm left with a walking corpse when he's gone, you know? ”

"Lady Bran, I swear my brother didn't kill your children, he would never do anything like that!"

"Then why did he take advantage of my innocent feelings? He was premeditated! He made me pregnant with your eagle gray-blue-eyed child, and then killed all the blondes and blue-eyed people, so that the Jean Ninevi family would be all yours! In this way, you will have avenged the vultures once and for all! ”

"I'm so sorry for what he did to you, but he didn't kill the people of the Jean Ninevi family!"

"I don't care, they're dead, they've all been dead since the gray-blue eyes baby was born! Now that the Jean Ninevie family is all controlled by the gray-blue-eyed people, I am sorry for the Jean Ninevie family, I brought the devil into the Nineville manor, and I want to avenge the Jean Ninevie family! ”

Mrs. Bran rushed to Benshamin, stretched out her withered hands and choked him by the neck!

The strange old man's heavy eyelids finally lifted, and Feng Wanying saw his eyes clearly for the first time, which were a pair of gray-blue eyes that were exactly the same as Wesley's!

The strange old man raised his powerful wings!

"Mido instigated ......"

At the moment when the two were about to have a fierce conflict, a melodious music sounded, the music passed through the fields of Provence, through the ancient castle of the Ninivi estate, the music was magnificent in loneliness, vigorous in desolation, sometimes like the great rivers and mountains of Provence, sometimes like the thousands of armies at the feet of Leibo......

"Elio, my Elio, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for so many years, from green silk to white head! You see your little beauty has become unrecognizable, Elio, you're finally back......"

Mrs. Bran withdrew her dry hand and looked eagerly out the window, her fierce, cold gaze now shining with tenderness.

I saw a little boy with a big hooked nose sitting firmly on the windowsill with his wings flapped and a pan flute in his hand playing as if nothing had happened.

"You...... Another immortal vulture......" said Madame Bran coldly in disappointment.

"Good, good, great, this room is full of you vultures! Make waves in my house! One day the people of the Jean Nineville family will cut off your heads, just as the ancestors of the Jean Nineville family cut off the heads of your ancestors! ”

Madame Bran said as she flew up and over the flute-playing child into the night of Provence.