Chapter 465

Sophie's words alone aroused Monica's reaction. It turned out that what the witch said was true. Her aunt was such a selfish existence!

Monique looked back, looked at Sophie's face strangely, looked up and down. It seemed that she saw it for the first time. She carefully examined it for a long time, nodded hard and dull, and responded to her question, "yes, I died once."

Moni, who came back from the dead, was different. Maybe she was really frightened or something. Sophie found that the innocent little cute didn't like to smile at her anymore.

However, Sophie doesn't mind these little details at all. Monique can revive. This alone is enough for her to be grateful all her life. Yes, Sophie, she just knows that her only relative, her niece, has survived.

There was no more unnecessary request for Monica. Sophie avoided the sad topic before, "but now that you live, we can start a new life, my baby..."

Monique nodded. She looked around and always felt that something was missing. The dull brain cells returned to normal bit by bit. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Sophie's busy figure suspiciously, "Aunt Sophie, where's my mother? How's mom? "

Sophie trembled. She didn't answer immediately. She just looked at Monica and hugged her little body tightly. "Listen, your mother loves you very much. She firmly believes that she can use magic to complete the harvest sacrifice and bring you back to life. Finally, she sacrificed to save you... Do you understand? My dear, all our witches are for you and your resurrection! "

Sophie was as secretive as another person. She began to believe in these inexplicable powerful forces.

Monique is still very happy about her identity. She goes too far and hugs Sophie. There is a deep sense of honor in her rigid tone. She knows what her resurrection represents for the witches. "It turns out that this is the case. Mother has returned to the dust. Then, Aunt Sophie, do you believe it?"

Sophie pondered for a moment. She didn't know how to tell Monique about her various experiences after she died, so she could only avoid this, "yes, I lost my faith, and then I realized that if I didn't believe it, I would disappoint you. I only have you left, so I can't disappoint you, can I? Believe me, Monique, I'm a witch. I'm trying to find my faith, really! "

Monique nodded contentedly, she thought, and finally went home. Even if she didn't understand a lot, she would follow her ancestors' orders and go down step by step to the glory of the witch.

Monica stayed at home and rested for a few days. Their life seemed calm. In fact, the waves couldn't flow. Another day, Sophie came home and saw Marcel and monelle who were facing each other.

She rushed in quickly.

Marcel is trying to communicate with the dead and resurrected little witch. He always cares about another thing - Davina. Since Monique is alive, they are not hopeless.

Monique glared at the vampire in front of her. Sophie stopped her behind. Marcel spread his hand and stepped back. He didn't come here with malice, "Monique, you know? The whole French district is talking about you, and the witches are crazy about you. "