Luo Yu was almost so scared that he jumped three feet high from the spot.

The nerves in the body were tense instantly.

The fingers bent slightly, which was the action of summoning the puppet.

The spiritual power in the body also surged rapidly in the dantian, ready to go.

"Ye Chengfeng, have you woken up long ago?"

He was talking about questions, but his tone was 100% certain.

Ye Chengfeng smiled, and did not answer his words, but walked to the last painting and gently stroked it with his hands.

His movements were extremely gentle and cherished, just thinking that he was touching his most precious treasure.

Then, Luoyu heard his gentle voice: "Do you want to hear it?"

Luoyu really wants to say "I don't want to listen."

But he dared not!

Because he could not beat this perverted national teacher at all.

The most important thing is that he really wants to know who the protagonist in this painting is and how is it now?

Seeing that he was silent, Ye Chengfeng was about to continue speaking as he wanted.

Luo Yu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"

Ye Chengfeng's eyebrows and eyes sank slightly, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

He thought he would wait for curses and rejections that he disliked and coldly.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yu went directly to the outdoor room to drag a chair over, and even took a few plates of pastries, fruits and vegetables on the table.

Regardless of Ye Chengfeng's reaction, he sat down at the table with a loud look.

While gnawing on the fruit, he said, "Okay, now you can start telling stories."

Humph, since he can't resist, he might as well enjoy it!

There are only spiritual fruit pastries here, no melon seeds, and half of the fun of listening to stories is missing, and the negative reviews are!

Ye Chengfeng showed a stunned and at a loss for the first time in thousands of years.

Luoyu ate a bite of the spiritual fruit and kindly reminded him: "Didn't you say you want to tell a story? I'm ready, you can start talking."

The smile on Ye Chengfeng's face slowly bloomed, his expression seemed helpless, and he seemed to be nostalgic and melancholy.

This smile is completely different from the cold and weird smile he usually has.

But the smile lasted for only a moment.

It was covered by slightly lowered eyes.

He began to tell a story that was so long that it was almost forgotten by everyone in a gentle tone that it was almost gone.

===

Ten thousand years ago, the Cultivation Continent.

"Ye Nu, go and pour the night fragrance in my room."

"Little bitch, call you! Did you hear it!!"

The teacup hit the boy's face with a cover.

The hot tea mixed with the tea leaves, flowing along his forehead and on his face.

The originally white and almost transparent skin was scalded red by hot water, and even slightly swollen.

But the most conspicuous thing was a scar that stretched across his forehead and made his face.

The boy's appearance should have been extremely beautiful.

But just because of this crooked scar, like a crawling centipede, looks extremely ferocious and weird, making people unable to look directly at it.

"Little bitch, why do you think I'm the most favored young man who was once the [Drunk and Dreaming]? Haha, pee and look at your face! Who wouldn't say anything disgusting when you see it?"

"The bitch is a bitch. It's dirty all our young master's room. Why are you standing there? Why don't you get out after taking Yexiang!"

...

The boy scooped a bucket of water and poured it down his head at will.

In the early morning of the cold winter, the water is so cold.

But he seemed to be unaware of anything.

Suddenly, the boy paused and looked up suddenly.

I saw a figure sitting on the wall of [Drunk and Death].
Chapter completed!