"Whoa, whoa, whoa......" In the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, a flock of crows chirped and flew over Ninivi's manor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Of course you are right, my dear Wanying, our child must be the unification of the world in the future, he has this bloodline, and I believe he also has this ability. But now that you are pregnant with Rokka, it is too dangerous and dangerous to hold the dragon po, you don't know how many people are eyeing it, and how many people have become ghosts under its sword! ”

"Oh, dear earl, you underestimate me too much, just now the old woman came too suddenly and I was defenseless, otherwise I, Feng Wanying, held up Long Po, what could she do to me? The light that made the sun god fear three points had already made her soul fly away! ”

"That's right! Only my queen is worthy of holding up that dazzling dragon! Wesley praised, he didn't want to force Feng Wanying to be too anxious and cause her disgust, as long as Long Po was in Feng Wanying's hands, as long as the gray-blue eyes child was still in her belly, then Long Po wouldn't be the Jean Ninivi family sooner or later?!

"Wesley, one of the things I still want to know is what happened to Ninevi Castle when Madame Bran was young?"

"This ......" Wesley hesitated, such a family scandal is a disgrace to the Jean Ninevi family, how can it be publicized?

Looking at Wesley's hesitant appearance, Wanying was a little displeased.

"Do you still think of me as an outsider?"

"No, don't get me wrong, I really don't know where to start......" Now Wesley doesn't want to offend Feng Wanying.

"Since giving birth to your grandfather, this castle has been full of strange things, let's start here!"

"Okay, Wanying, you have to be mentally prepared, these are not good things......" Wesley could not speak, his face became gloomy, and the sparkle in his eyes disappeared when he talked about Count Francisk just now.

"Since my grandfather was born, the four blonde children born to Mrs. Bran have died one after another......"

Wesley's face began to look ugly.

"Died of murder? That is the Elio that Madame Bran mentioned? ”

"Not quite like it, but the truth is unknown...... One of the four children died of smallpox, one fell from a frightened horse and died, one was found by a servant in the lower reaches of the Mayflower River to have drowned for a long time, and the last dead child was found in the bedroom, his eyes wide open in horror, his small mouth wide open, and his stiff body without a single bruise......"

Wesley paused for a moment, and although it was a hot summer night and the valley was damp, there was an eerie smell in the air.

"In the castle where death is wandering, Mr. Bran could not restrain his hysteria, and he loudly reprimanded Mrs. Bran for the disloyalty that had brought disaster to the family.

His eyes were viciously fixed on the unlucky baby in Mrs. Bran's arms, and without saying a word, the baby who had snatched the gray-blue eyes from Mrs. Bran's arms rushed to the river, and threw the baby into the river with a heavy blow.

When Mrs. Bran hurried to arrive, she did not see Mr. Bran, and the servants scrambled to retrieve the baby, who was still breathing, and Mr. Bran was missing......"

Feng Wanying saw Wesley's face turn pale again, and she slowly got out of bed and closed the bedroom window, in such an atmosphere she hated the sound of night birds.

"That night of fierce winds and thunderstorms, the servants who had gone out to look for Mr. Bran came back one after another, but none of them brought back news of Mr. Bran.

The next day, after the rain had passed, the farmer who was working in the vineyard deep in the valley brought news of Mr. Bran, and Mrs. Bran hurriedly rode on a fast horse and followed the farmer to the depths of the valley, and the scene before her frightened Mrs. Bran!

It turns out that in the depths of the valley there is a small stone church, where the Jean Ninevie family worshiped God for hundreds of years, whether it is a Sunday, a festival, a harvest in the vineyards, or a day when the cellars are opened.

However, after a night of storm, the huge cross that had been standing on the top of the church for hundreds of years was planted on the ground, and on the cross was a person strung like a sugar gourd, and that person was Mr. Bran, who had been desperate for a long time. ”

Wesley's pale face made people feel like that scene was right in front of him!

"Since then, Madame Bran has been the new owner of Ninevi Manor, and she has raised her gray-blue-eyed child alone, and no one knows who the child's father is.

When the child was twenty-five years old, she had her child take over the Ninevi estate, but the child was only interested in a glider, and when he was thirty years old, the glider crashed into a cross on the roof of the church, which had been reattached for many years, and the plane was destroyed.

Within a year, his wife left their two children behind and ran away, and when he heard that he had gone to Morocco, he was never heard from since.

Mrs. Bran had no choice but to take reins of the estate and raise her grandchildren, my father and uncle, on her own.

But one year my young father found a wooden box in a storeroom in the castle, which was full of drawings and notes for making gliders, and since then my father has also become obsessed with glider manufacturing, even to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.

Of course, by my father's time, gliders were very well established, and when my father took the helm of the estate, he was not only keen to build and fly gliders, but also used them for the management of modern farms.

At that time, the old and sick Madame Bran tried to stop it countless times, but she was no longer able to do so.

One day the bad news came again, the glider crashed again, and the servants found fragments of the wings and corpses in the river.

Looking at the body of the eldest grandson, Madame Bran did not weep, but stretched out her arms to the sky and laughed so horribly that none of the people present dared to persuade him, and the laughter under the clear sky of Provence was more sad than crying, and it made people shudder.

The maniacal laughter came to an abrupt end ten minutes later, and Madame Bran lay straight beside her eldest grandson and died!

From then on, from time to time Madame Bran's chilling laughter could be heard in the castle, in the vineyards, by the Mayflower River, and in the depths of the valley, and this laughter hung over the estate like a terrible specter.

Since then, the Ninevi estate has decayed, and the lively harvests, cellar openings, and festive spectacles have disappeared, and the few remaining descendants of the Jean Ninevi family have moved out of the castle one after another. ”

Wesley said with regret.