"You guessed right, uncle! I found the missing pigeon in Paris! ”

"The pigeons are becoming more and more cunning, and now they not only want to get paid for their work, but they also want to take what should have belonged to their owners!"

"Uncle, you're so right, it's like a butterfly mound full of white bones, but there are still people coming forward to follow suit!"

Mr. Theo hurriedly put his index finger to his mouth and made a "shhhhh Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wesley understood what his uncle meant, and Mrs. Bran was never idle in the boundless darkness.

"Come with me......," said Monsieur Theo, flying swiftly over the wall.

Wesley followed.

On this night, there was not a trace of clouds in the dark blue night sky of Provence, and a full moon hung high in the sky, and two black shadows flapping their wings quickly crossed the large, round moon.

When these two dark shadows appeared under the dark blue sky, the noisy crows of Provence disappeared without a trace.

They were once again in the abandoned castle, walking through the hard-to-walk rubble, and they didn't have to remove the glowing layer of their eye masks, for there were already countless little yellow lights that opened a bright path for them.

A black thing on those little yellow lights jumped: "Master, you have been waiting for a long time, please go inside!" ”

"Old crow, you're getting more and more satisfying to me!" Monsieur Theor complimented the thing as he walked.

"The satisfaction of the host is the greatest honor of my life!" The hoarse little shrill voice flattered the flamboyant.

Wesley laughed when he heard this: "Uncle, you have trained this minion well!" ”

"As long as you put your heart into it, these wild things can be done according to the rules, the only thing that is the most difficult is people, a sincere heart may not necessarily be exchanged for the gratitude of others! The human heart is the least satisfying! ”

"You're absolutely right!"

"Master, please be seated!" In the center of the abandoned hall, illuminated by a myriad of bright yellow lights, there was a throne with a high back, which seemed to be covered with soft fur, and the fur was surrounded by circles of earthy yellow round spots.

Mr. Theo walked over and nodded with satisfaction: "You should invite the Count to sit first, you must understand this rule!" ”

"Yes...... yes" As the old crow nodded, the handful of white hair on its head swayed up and down, very funny.

"Mr. Earl, please!" The old crow flew up to Wesley and flapped his wings.

"Uncle, this ......"

"My dear nephew, there are rules that anyone should follow!"

"All right, uncle!"

Wesley sat on the throne, which was soft and warm, fitting for the cold hall.

"Mr. Earl, my brothers and I are glad to serve you!"

A voice came from under Wesley's buttocks, and Wesley was so frightened that he bounced to his feet.

Wesley saw two yellow light bulbs flickering on the throne, and a cat's mouth moving in those earthy yellow spots!

"Big fat cat, now is not the time for you to be courteous, shut your stinky mouth!" The old crow flew over and the fox faked the tiger.

"Presumptuous!" Monsieur Theor shouted, and the old crow lowered his head, and the funny white hair randomly collapsed and pulled down.

The big fat cat also quickly closed its mouth and eyes.

"Nephew, sit down!" Wesley then sat down again.

Monsieur Theo stretched out his arms, but he didn't use his wings, he just puffed up the black robe!

"Do you still want me to shout?" Monsieur Theo asked aloud into the dark corners of the hall.

I only heard a sound of "fluttering, fluttering", and many black bats flew out of the corners of the walls, cracks in the walls, and between the stone pillars in the darkness, and soon those bats were stacked one by one, and a black high chair was set up next to the throne.

Monsieur Theor sat up steadily.

"How does it feel, my nephew?" Monsieur Theo leaned comfortably against the bat seat.

"Seems like something is missing?" Yes, it really doesn't feel good in such a gloomy ruin, but Wesley can't refute his uncle's face.

"Well, it's almost!" It was too late to say that, and Monsieur Theo flew, this time spreading his powerful wings.

He was silent and meditative in the air, and as his wings swayed narrowly, there was a twinkle of stars between his wings, and those small pieces of starlight fluttered throughout the hall.

The strange sight reappeared, and the hall began to change its appearance, with collapsed stone pillars erected one by one, mottled and rotten walls covered with exquisite murals, and crystal chandeliers illuminating the hall as bright as day.

Wesley stood up, and once again he had learned his uncle's ability to turn decay into magic, and the wild cats, bats, and sycophants were long gone, and he and his uncle sat in real seats, his throne studded with brilliant gems.

"Uncle, didn't you say that it was dangerous to go back in time?"

"Oh, my dear nephew, I have the ability to take full control of this extremely short time fragment!"

"How do you explain that the people here are here?"

"Oh, you sit down and don't worry, what I control is just a short second that happened in this hall, and now the two of us have entered this second, which means that for the two of us at this moment, this second is in an infinite loop!

The time I can control now is extremely short, but I can be safe, for others it is a fleeting second, but for the two of us in the moment it is an infinite amount of time, can you understand? ”

"Uncle Haha, you are so clever! What else could she hear this time when Mrs. Bran's ears grew? She craned her ears to hear an incomplete syllable! ”

"I'm glad you understand! With your cultivation, you will be able to master this ability in the future! Well, although we have an infinite second here, there is a lot more waiting for us beyond that second, so tell me in detail about the meeting of the pigeons in Paris! ”

"Okay uncle!" Wesley then told Monsieur Theor in detail how he had met Zhongli in Paris, what Zhongli had done, and what he had said about the process of finding Longper.

Mr. Theo listened thoughtfully: "Well, I see that this kid has a lot of doubts! Since the people of the Blue Realm never saved the Gentiles from the Butterfly Mound, why did the princess save him? And the chip in his head was given to the princess, he can locate that the princess was sent to the beach by the ocean current, why is there no information in your computer? And he went to great lengths to return to Paris, but he avoided you and killed you, which is a bit too far-fetched to use the word 'hate' he said! Besides, Feng Wanying had already admitted that Long Po was not in Ma Weiguo's fragrant tooth treasure box! ”