v2 Chapter 388： Here is France (1/2)

Ai Wen didn't know what to say. This crimson nameplate was absolutely crazy. He wanted him to go thousands of feet deep in the sea and look for a dead god.

He won't do it this way, he doesn't want to go to death.

Who knows that in addition to this dead evil god, there are no other monsters in the depths of the sea. Let’s not say the horrible oppression from the endless abyss. Just look at the dementors that are constantly coming from the eye. I don’t want to be close.

In particular, he has not yet studied to understand what the nameplate is. It is a strange thing that the despicable Haierbo created the evil spirits left by the evil spirits.

Don't let him help the other person absorb the essence of the dead evil god, but in turn help the resurrection of the evil spirit on the nameplate, the situation can be terrible.

As time passed, the soul of Ai Wen was solitary in the depths of the ocean.

When he was bored with the huge octopus in front of him, the crimson nameplate re-emerged, and he once again experienced the experience when he came here.

But this time, his soul is returning to his body quickly.

He can finally leave here and return to the real world.

The scene in front of him swiftly passed, and Ai Wen, under the traction of the nameplate, swung around the huge octopus in the dark water, and then approached its head.

In the deepest part is a rock gap, and Evan faintly sees a seemingly sunken city.

Not waiting for him to see clearly, everything has become distorted.

When I woke up, Ai Wen found herself not in the dark and dark Azkaban.

He is now lying in a luxurious, French-style room, the mattress underneath is soft and comfortable, and the room is decorated with noble and elegant aristocratic style.

There is a faint scent in the air that smells like a strawberry.

A string of Mianyang-shaped wind chimes hangs by the window, and the breeze sounds like a breeze.

In the afternoon, the golden sunlight shines through the beautifully carved windows, and the outside temperature is radiated.

The colored magic hanging lights are constantly rotating, and everything is full of warmth and dreams.

”Where am I, where is this place?” Ai Wen sat up and couldn't believe it. ”Is it a dream?”

Everything in front of you and Azkaban’s dark style are too much difference, so that Ai Wen has an unreal feeling into the dream.

”This is France!” The voice of Sirius came over.

He walked in from the outside living room and said with delight, ”Thank God, you finally woke up.”