"Really? I asked Miss Lawrence, and she told me it was the call of a wild lynx, and I didn't care! ”

Wan Ying remembered the eerie laughter that floated over Ninevi Manor in the dead of night. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

At that time, I didn't know the secrets hidden in the castle, and it would be creepy to know.

However, the things in the world are afraid to poke open that layer of window paper, and they are not afraid to poke it open, just like if they really saw the resentful spirit of Madame Bran tonight, their hearts will not be so terrible, and human fear often comes from their own endless imagination.

"That's what we say to the people at the estate, otherwise who would be working here? And there were indeed many provençal wild lynx living in the Ninevi Manor, so the people in the manor were not bothered by the sound. Wesley explained.

Yes, where will there be any business if these strange things are spread out of Ninivi Manor?

"Well, that's a good way to handle it! But Miss Lawrence seems to know a lot about the castle? ”

Fung remembered Miss Lawrence's persuasion not to move into Mrs. Bran's bedroom.

"After all, she's worked for the Jean Ninivi family for ten years, and she knows more or less about it, but she's a very measured person!"

Feng Wanying listened and nodded.

"Wesley, one more thing, if I'm not mistaken, Madame Bran's gray-blue-eyed child, your grandfather, must be a descendant of the Vulture Clan!"

"The gossip of Provence for many years says that he is a descendant of the Vultures.

But Wanying, I don't think so, no matter how my grandfather has the blood of Madame Bran, no matter how Madame Bran has been in charge of the Jean Ninivi family for many years, this is undeniable and irrefutable by anyone, until today my grandfather, my father, their portraits are still hanging in the castle of Ninivi, those gossips are just the ulterior motives of the eagle people, Wanying, you have to peel off the skin to see the facts!

How can we be the descendants of a defeated general? My children and I will always belong to the great Jean Ninivi family! ”

"Yes, my Count, you're right, but have you ever thought about what Count Francisk cut off the head of the Vulture Clan for?"

"It's for honor, but also for the unification of the world!"

"Yes! So what our children are going to do is to do the great thing in the history of the Jean Ninivi family! He will open a new chapter for the Jean Ninivi family! Feng Wanying's face showed red clouds one by one.

"Yes, dear Wanying......" Wesley kissed the standard Oriental beauty on the cheek.

"But what we have to do now is to preserve our strength, I really don't feel at ease if you live here, you see that crazy old woman always wants to attack our children!"

"Well, what do you mean ......"

"Honey, you move to my red manor, where I can take good care of you and our children!"

"No, Wesley, it's not good to let Ruyi know that I live in the Red Manor, after all, he's growing up day by day! Didn't you always want to go back to Paris with me? ”

Feng Wanying considered that if she lived in the Red Manor, Wesley would definitely let Long Po go, and she would not be able to take Long Po anyway.

If you're going to Paris, you'll find plenty of excuses.

"That's fine, dear, we won't attract too much attention when we go back to the Ritz."

It was another sleepless night, Wesley was thinking about how to make Feng Wanying willingly hand over the long-awaited Long Po, and Feng Wanying was thinking about where Long Po was?

In this dark night where the crows were noisy and the wild lynx howled, it was not only Feng Wanying and Wesley, but the whole of Provence had an unquiet night.

A black crow broke away from the noisy crow and flew in the other direction, and in a moment it stopped in front of a window with a faint light, and pecked it three times with its beak, and the window opened, and it flew in, and the window closed quickly.

"Master, tonight is very chaotic, you still have the leisure to fiddle with these ......"

In the dim light, a man in a black robe weighed something on the scale, and then he put the weighed thing into a boiling beaker next to him, which emitted puffs of colorful smoke.

"Uncultured thing, is this the tone in which you should speak to your master?"

The man raised a hand and shook the black robe and suddenly turned around, a powerful wing stretched out from under his black robe and fanned it, only to see the black crow roll to the ground all of a sudden.

The man ignored it, and poured a few drops of liquid from a test tube into the boiling beaker, which emitted a thick puff of smoke with a strange musk mixed with leather and rust.

"You don't care about your crow's beak anymore, you'll be the one who enters the beaker next time!" The man's voice came out of his calm voice, and the crow rolled in fright and got up from the ground trembling.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry master, I was wrong!"

"Hmm......" The man didn't look at the crow, and continued his complicated experiment.

"Tell me, what's going on out there? The old woman is in trouble again, right? ”

"That old woman wants to kill!"

"Murder? Don't exaggerate, how can she have such courage in this god-lit Provence? ”

"No, no master, what I said is true, she wants to kill that beautiful Chinese woman!"

"What?" The man turned completely to look at the crow this time, and the faint light could not hide his sharp gray-blue eyes.

"Mr. Di, Mr. Theo, I, I'm telling the truth, you can go and ask the Count!"

"What the hell did that kid do?" Mr. Theo, dressed in a black robe, looked gloomy and frightened.

"The Chinese woman was pregnant with the earl's child, and when the old woman found out, she wanted to kill the woman to get rid of the fetus......"

"They're all bastards!!"

The crow stood on the ground with its wings flapping up and down, it didn't want to fly, it was so scared that it couldn't stand on its feet.

"And then?"

"Later, later, the old monster on the top of the mountain came, and the old woman was scared away!"

"Uh-huh......" A puff of colored smoke came out of Monsieur Theo's nostrils, and he let out a long breath.

"Tomorrow, you call that kid to me, I'm going to ask him properly, what a bad thing!"

"Okay, okay, master!"

"Let's go......" Monsieur Theo turned away from looking at the crow, he just shook his robe slightly, and the window seemed to be blown open by the wind, and the crow flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

"Goodbye master!" After a while, the crow disappeared into the night.

As soon as Monsieur Dior put away his robe, the window closed softly again.

He picked up the hot beaker on the alcohol stove and poured all the colorful smoke into his mouth.