Noble Villa [Whistling]

When he woke up again, Edgar was already lying on the bed. It was a rather dilapidated small room.

"Where is this?" Edgar just woke up, feeling very confused.

"As you can see, it's a small country hotel." Ala sat on a chair beside her, tasting the food.

Looking at the dimly lit surroundings, Edgar knew he had slept for another day.A deep sense of guilt enveloped him, and he even felt a little depressed.

"You've slept enough, do you want to eat something?" Ala said generously, "The food is actually not bad, there is absolutely no such game in London."

"Thank you for your concern, no need." Edgar replied.I was born again, time is the most precious wealth, Edgar is very unhappy about wasting time now.

"Good food is good for improving your happiness, especially strawberries, which are very healthy and won't make you fat." Ala continued to recommend, "Do you want me to bring it to you?"

"No, thank you." Edgar stepped off the bed, took a look and said; "It looks a bit like girl's food."

"To me, you are like a girl," Allah said.

"You should be thankful that I am a calm person, otherwise I would definitely want to kill you." Edgar said, "But with your temper, one day someone will chase you down."

"You just think about it, because you can't kill me." Allah said, "As for other people, you don't have to worry about it. After all, I have been hunted down all the time, but I have survived until now."

"I regret it now." Edgar sighed, "It sounds like you are too dangerous."

"But I'm also strong enough, Edgar, if you're really that scared, you can live with me, I don't care." Ala smiled.

"We're living together now." Edgar looked around the shabby house, "So, it's too late to choose."

After speaking, Edgar picked up a piece of pastry and ate it.

"Why do you have such an expression when eating, you think it's hard to eat?" Allah asked.

Edgar's expression was a little confused, he chewed slowly, without speaking.

"Pay attention to your gentleman's etiquette, Edgar. Isn't this attitude towards seniors bad?" Allah said dissatisfied that his words were ignored.

"No, I'm just a little weird." Edgar explained, "The top cheese from France, the sausage from Holland, the flour from Switzerland..."

Edgar did not explain, Allah already understood what he meant.How can so many high-end foods appear in a small country hotel?

"Squat down." Ala suddenly roared, and quickly pressed Edgar, who was still holding the pastry with a strange expression, under him.However, the speed was still not fast enough, the ground shook greatly, and the so-called 'hotel' collapsed instantly.Ala hugged Edgar tightly in his arms, blocking most of the rocks and flying sand for him.

But Edgar didn't know the reason, and passed out completely at that moment.Not completely comatose, his consciousness is very clear.To put it simply, it's like the soul has left the body and transformed into something else, lighter and smaller slowly floating in the air.

Edgar didn't know what he should look like. While blaming his body for being too fragile, he also enjoyed this wonderful state of freedom.

"Damn it!" Allah cursed fiercely, but he didn't know who he was scolding.Edgar, the hotel, or himself, probably a bit of both.

"Come out." Allah put Edgar flat on an open space, and shouted angrily to the surroundings.

Some black mist that couldn't be seen clearly moved quickly, as depicted in ancient legends.

The maiden's gaze, the noise of the jungle,

The song of the nightingale at the end of the night,--

Times of hope and joy,

Overshadowed by sudden troubles.

Beautiful story, where did you see it?Edgar felt a splitting pain in his head.He tried his best to recall, and unconsciously read slowly in his mouth.

Then, there was a wicked ghost

Just started to call me quietly.

It's sad how we met...

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The theme is taken from Pushkin, now no one does not know who Allah is.