"Uncle, will you count me down later, Wanying?" Wesley was concerned about the beautiful woman. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Haha, with the protection of the great Templars, how can you put your queen in harm's way?"

Monsieur Theo, looking at Wesley's anxious look, led him into the abandoned castle.

The castle's once glorious hall was gloomy and dark, with a few stout stone pillars staggering from side to side, and a few bats in the cracked walls were startled by the sound of foreign footsteps, and flew over in a "stunned" manner.

"Uncle, this ......" Wesley's heart went up and down, how could the oriental beauty he loved be in such a terrifying place?

"Oh, my dear nephew, don't be ......in a hurry," said Mr. Theo, who had not yet finished speaking, stretched out his huge wings, and he only flapped slightly, and the hall was suddenly as bright as day.

Monsieur Theor then fanned again so casually, and countless starlights crossed the hall, and everything in front of him changed its appearance!

The collapsed stone pillars stood up, the cracked walls closed to reveal exquisite frescoes, crystal chandeliers lit up by candles, and soft and brilliant carpets covered the entire hall.

The hall was full of people, singing and dancing, changing glasses, everyone was gorgeously dressed and bright, and Wesley saw her at a glance!

She wore a low-cut evening dress that was slightly mopping the floor, glowing with a soft silky sheen that set off her beautiful face and amorous eyes.

She is obviously the protagonist and darling here, and several aristocratic people surround her and flatter her.

She saw Wesley, and he walked over like they had seen each other for the first time.

"Wanying, Wanying, are you okay?"

"Of course, dear!" The corners of her sexy lips twitched with the familiar dimples.

"Guys, may I introduce you, this is Count Wesley!"

The hall burst into applause.

Someone came over and surrounded Wesley and Mr. Theo, Wesley glanced at his uncle beside him, and Mr. Theo only showed that sly smile.

"Wanying, what's going on?" Wesley took Wan Ying's hand, and those little hands were warm.

Wesley was relieved, and the first thought that popped into his mind just now was: Is it haunted?

Now it seems that it is not so simple!

Everyone gathered around Wesley and Feng Wanying to the center of the main hall, the crowd parted and everyone fell silent, and Wesley saw a person sitting on the throne in front of him, who was wearing a crown.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for the good offices of the Countess......," the man on the throne said, looking at Feng Wanying with his eyes.

"If it weren't for Madame's mediation, there would be a resurgence of life and swords here, and thank you to the Earl for coming to the castle in person!" The man on the throne spoke, and stood up.

He pointed into the distance with the scepter in his hand: "From now on Provence will be bathed in the dawn of peace!" ”

After speaking, everyone applauded enthusiastically, and the applause lasted for a long time......

Monsieur Theor stretched out his wings and flapped them twice, and the sight vanished, and the hall became gloomy again, with stone pillars and walls staggering to and fro, and the sound of bats flapping their wings in panic echoed through the empty hall......

"Wanying, Wanying......" Wesley exclaimed, he thought that the beauty had disappeared with the sight, but he clearly felt that he was still holding Wanying's hot hand.

"Honey, here I am!" The melodious voice was really beside it.

"Madam, you are really a master of social networking and a talent of diplomacy, I am convinced!" Mr. Dio applauded.

At this moment, there was a sound of "Xi Xi Suosuo" on the chaotic and dark ground, and many small yellow light bulbs lit up on both sides of the main hall, and those small light bulbs illuminated the way for the three of them.

"Master, how are these wild lynx tamed?" The old crow flew in from outside and rested on Monsieur Theo's shoulder.

"Yes, you did a good job, and I will reward you!"

"Thank you, host!" The old crow flew up and stopped on two of the bulbs, and Wesley could see clearly that the two bulbs were the eyes of the big fat cat shining in the dark.

Coming out of the abandoned castle, in the bright sunlight, Wesley looked at Feng Wanying carefully, yes, it is a real beauty, yes, it's not a dream!

"Uncle, Wanying, I want to know what's going on?"

Mr. Theo and Feng Wanying just looked at each other and smiled.

"My nephew, you haven't seen each other for many days, little Biese is newly married, go back to the red manor and talk sweetly!"

Monsieur Theo spread his wings again, this time with a powerful flapp, and in a moment he was hovering in the air.

"Nephew, you try it too!"

"What?"

"Try as I did, or will you blatantly take Madame back like this?"

"Stand on the edge of a cliff and stretch out your hands!"

"Okay!" Wesley said as he came to the edge of the cliff, and he stretched out his hands, trying to fan them like his uncle, but nothing changed!

"Close your eyes, have no distractions, stop your heart, and fly out bravely!"

Wesley closed his eyes, he tried to calm his mind, and he remembered that there was such a picture in Count Franciske's notes.

He tried to erase all the distractions in his mind little by little, and in the end he was left with only a blank space, which made him forget the whirring mountain wind, and made him forget that he was on the edge of a cliff.

He jumped out of the air, and he felt that he was a free bird, and his hands were the light wings.

"Congratulations to your nephew, you've made it! From then on, the sea is wide and the fish can jump, and the sky is high and the birds can fly! Wesley heard his uncle's voice in his ears.

Wesley opened his eyes, and his uncle was flying right next to him, and he was soaring through the air like a bird!

Wesley flapped his wings in surprise, he flew up and down, the white clouds were near, the earth was at his feet, and he finally understood why his grandfather and father were so eager to fly!

"Alright, nephew, I'll go first! The old crow, the horses are handed over to you! ”

"Don't worry, master!" The old crow's hoarse, pointed neck rang out behind Wesley.

Wesley flew back to the cliff: "Wanying, come up, let's go home!" ”

Feng Wanying lay on Wesley's body, and Wesley's wings, which were as huge and powerful as those of Mr. Theo, flew up steadily.

In just a few minutes, the distinctive red manor in vermilion paint hues was visible in the greenery.

Wesley descended, and he came to rest on the broad platform of a house, and on such a silent afternoon in Provence, a great bird fell from a house in a lonely and empty field, and no one would notice such a thing, only the unbridled strong sun baking the earth, and only the incense of grape seeds and lavender that shrouded the earth without hesitation!