"What are you going to do, you can't go in!" Outside the window, the old crow's shrill gong voice sounded. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Monsieur Theo turned around and turned out the lamp.

"I know he's here, you let me in!" A rough voice "buzzed" through the dark night.

"No! Ahh......h Help me! The old crow screamed, a sound as piercing as the sound of a blade cutting through glass.

"Stop! Who dares to be presumptuous in my manor! Monsieur Theor's robe shook and flew out of the self-opening window, and Wesley followed suit, the window closing silently behind them.

I saw a huge hand pinching the old crow under the hazy moonlight, the old crow's wings fanned wildly, and the bird's claws kicked wildly!

"Help, master! Help, host! ”

"You let it go for me!" Mister Theo shouted angrily, spread out his huge wings and flapped them, only to see a string of ice blades with a cold light fly from under his wings.

The string of skates collided with the flaming fireballs flying from the opposite side, making a "crackling, crackling" sound, and in this continuous sound, the skates and fireballs were like fireworks after the festival burned, and the last sparks appeared, and the colorful sparks disappeared into the night sky.

"Dio, why bother? Can you make a fuss about a minion? The huge hand let go of the old crow he was holding, and he looked like a black mountain in the moonlight!

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't I hear something happened to you, come and see!" The man spoke like a muffled thunder rolling out of his mouth.

"Haha, I knew you were here to see the joke! There are quite a few people in Provence who are waiting for you to bring back the news that I am dead, right? ”

"Theo, you can't say that! We're all family, how can I be a joke? I heard that something happened to you, don't I care about you? ”

"Family? When did we become a family? You will always be sinister and cunning vultures, and no amount of intrigue and trickery you use will change the fact that you are the ones who are the ones who are defeated! ”

"You...... Yes, yes, Dio, you confess the thief as your father! Do you really think you are a descendant of the Jean Ninevie family? Don't you know that Elio is your grandfather? ”

"Joke, how could he be my grandfather? The portraits of my grandfather and my father still hang in Ninivi Castle! ”

"And what about your gray-blue eyes, your wings between your ribs, and your abilities?" As soon as the thunderous words fell, the black mountain rose into the air and quickly descended in front of Monsieur Dior.

The moonlight was dim, but Wesley could still see his big hooked nose and ricketed back like a dromedary!

Wesley saw his uncle raise his other wing, and there was a flash of electricity in it.

"Do you really want to know what's wrong?" Ben Shamin, the strange old man at the top of Mount Labaud, gasped, and he also raised his other wing, and there was a "boom" thunder in that wing.

"Aha, ahahaha, it's so exciting, a group of old vultures are in the nest! Aha, ahahaha......" A burst of woman's laughter pierced the sky.

Everyone looked in the direction of the laughter at the same time, and saw a white shadow floating in and out.

"You're coming to see my jokes too?!" Mr. Dio angrily pointed at Madame Bran with the wings of the strange old man.

"The Jean Ninevi family is not as uncultured as you! I raised you, but you talk to me in such a tone! ”

"You raised me and my brother, but you never gave us love! You look at us like monsters, you are always so arrogant in front of us, aren't we your own grandchildren? ”

"You're all like Elio who has no conscience! Do you know how I raised you with the hard work of other people's cynicism? Mrs. Bran nodded sadly.

"Well, I don't want to say more about the past! But tonight, I've brought someone with me,......" she said through gritted teeth.

With a wave of her hand, something floated from behind her, and it floated to the crowd following Madame Bran's gesture.

"Wanying! Wanying!! Wesley shouted.

I saw Feng Wanying lying motionless, floating in the air.

Wesley was about to rush over when Mrs. Bran shouted, "Don't move, boy! All you have to do is move, and I'll make her crush her in no time! ”

Monsieur Theo tugged at the corner of his coat and whispered, "She hypnotized her!" ”

"Great-grandmother, what do you want? Wanying has never provoked you, why do you want to attack her so often? ”

"At first, I was not used to seeing the little vulture in her belly, but now I want you and this oriental woman to hand over the dragon po!" Madame Bran said coldly, two cold lights shooting out of her eyes!

"What do you want that dragon to do? You are already an underground person, and the Extreme Yang Qi of Long Po will destroy your Extreme Yin Qi, great-grandmother, you will be gone! ”

"Of course I know better than you kid! But all the people of the Jean Ninevi family are dead, and only me, the old woman, is still alive, and I have to do this for the sake of the Ninevi family! ”

"Aren't my uncle and I from the Jean Ninevie family?" Wesley gritted his teeth in anger!

"Joke! I don't have much to do with you kid, just hand over the dragon and I'll show you how the Jean Ninevie wake up from the ground, and you'll know if you're from the Jean Nineville family! ”

"But great-grandmother and I don't have Long Po in our hands, so you can let her go!"

"What can't I hear in the dark night of Provence? I heard the word Longpo so well! ”

"Great-grandmother, that's Wanying lying, I don't believe you woke her up and asked, and it will be clear!"

"Well, she can't escape my old woman's palm anyway!"

Madame Bran turned her dry hands down to face Feng Wanying's face, and when she moved her palms slightly, Feng Wanying opened her eyes.

Seeing this, Wesley flew over and caught Feng Wanying.

Feng Wanying looked around, and she immediately understood: "Which play is this singing?" ”

Except for Mr. Theo, these few people present had a quarrel in her Ninevi Castle once, and this time it seemed that it was almost the same, Feng Wanying was very angry, every time she was a bargaining chip in someone else's hand.

"Wanying, great-grandmother asked you to hand over Longpo!" Wesley whispered.

"Joke! Why should I hand it over to you? Am I, Feng Wanying, controlled by others? Feng Wanying straightened her waist and held her head high, looking at Mrs. Bran with disdain.

Madame Bran glanced up and down at Feng Wanying a few times, and she applauded with her withered hand, but there was no sound when the two palms collided together.