The whole room became extremely quiet and silent.

Only the candlelight burning in one corner of the room occasionally makes crackling sounds.

Luo Yu was surprised to find that Ye Chengfeng actually leaned against the window frame and slept with his leaves.

His sleeping position was like a child who lacked a sense of security.

Hold your knees with both hands.

He was still holding the leaf tightly in his hand.

The night wind outside the house blew in, wiping his thin clothes and his casually loose long hair.

He seemed extremely weak and lonely all over his body.

The rain moved my numb hands and feet.

I couldn't help but throw a stone not far from the house.

The sleeping person inside did not respond.

Did you really fall asleep?

Then if I kill him now, wouldn’t it be easy to win with just a backhand?

But what if this pervert is pretending to be asleep?

In the end, the idea of ​​"How can you get a tiger's son if you don't enter the tiger's den" prevailed.

The rain quietly jumped off the eaves of the corridor and flashed into the house.

The candles in the house had already burned to the end.

At this time, the night was dark and the whole room became dark.

But Luoyu is a golden immortal after all.

Even if he just took advantage of the little starlight outside the window, he could see clearly the table and chairs in the room.

He approached Ye Chengfeng carefully.

The wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, and the leaves and vines outside made rustling sounds.

Several leaves were even blown in and fell on Ye Chengfeng.

Luo Yuhun was almost scared and hurriedly hid aside.

However, the wind blew for a while.

Ye Chengfeng leaning against the window ridge never showed signs of waking up.

Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the moment of shock just now made him take back the idea of ​​killing Ye Chengfeng directly.

The most important thing now is to rescue the eldest brother.

If he failed to kill Ye Chengfeng and instead alarm Ye Atian and the others, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

Watching the night riding without sleep in the cold wind.

Luoyu couldn't help but reach out to him to wipe his neck, and silently made a "click" lip shape.

Then he bared his teeth, turned around and walked into the inner room quietly.

Not long after the rain left, Ye Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the leaves falling on his body, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

For the first time, starlight lit up in those eyes, which had always been as deep as the abyss.

...

As soon as Luoyu approached the inner room, he found that it turned out to be a study room.

No, it is better to say that it is a studio than a study.

Except for the door leading to the outer room, the whole room is completely closed and there is not even a window.

But there is a wooden table of yellow rosewood in the middle of the house.

There was nothing on the table, only a huge lighting crystal, revealing the entire room.

Even though Luoyu was anxious at this time, he wanted to find Yun Ruhan's whereabouts, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the content in the painting.

Calculate from the wall on the left side of the door as the first painting.

Turning counterclockwise, a total of sixteen paintings were hung in the room.

And these sixteen paintings actually tell a coherent story.

As the paintings come into view, I slowly understand the meaning of the painting.

The heart of falling rain was unconsciously moved by the story in the painting.

When I finished reading the last painting, I even felt an indescribable sadness and concern in my heart.

Who are the two protagonists in this painting?

Are they still alive now?

"Your Highness, would you like to listen to me tell you a story?"

Just as I was feeling sad, a familiar feminine voice suddenly came from my ears.
Chapter completed!