Luo Yu was so scared that he jumped three feet from the spot.
The nerves of the whole body tensed up instantly.
The fingers are slightly curled and clasped together, which is the action of summoning a puppet.
The spiritual power in the body is also surging rapidly in the dantian, ready to go.
"Ye Chengfeng, are you awake already?"
What he said was a question, but his tone was 100% sure.
Ye Chengfeng smiled and didn't answer his words, but walked to the last painting and stroked it gently with his hand.
His movements were extremely gentle and cherishing, as if he was touching his most precious treasure.
Then, Luo Yu heard his gentle voice: "Your Highness, do you want to hear it?"
Luo Yu really wanted to say "I don't want to hear it".
But he dare not!
Because he can't beat this perverted national teacher at all.
Most importantly, he also really wanted to know, who is the protagonist in this painting, and what is going on now
Seeing that he was silent, Ye Chengfeng was about to continue speaking according to his own will.
Luo Yu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"
Ye Chengfeng lowered his brows slightly and looked at him expressionlessly.
He expected disgusted and cold curses and rejections to come.
Unexpectedly, Luo Yu went directly to the outer room and dragged a chair over, and even took a few plates of pastries and fruits from the table.
No matter what Ye Chengfeng's reaction was, he just sat down at the table loudly.
While nibbling on the fruit, he said, "Okay, now you can start telling stories."
Hmph, since he can't resist, he might as well enjoy it!
It’s just that there are only lingonberry cakes here, no melon seeds, and the fun of listening to stories is less than half, bad review!
For the first time in thousands of years, Ye Chengfeng showed a stunned and bewildered expression.
Luo Yu took a bite of the spiritual fruit, and kindly reminded him: "Didn't you say you want to tell a story? I'm ready, let's start."
The smile on Ye Chengfeng's face slowly bloomed, with a look of helplessness and nostalgia.
This smile was completely different from his usual cold and treacherous smile.
It's just that the smile only lasted for a moment.
It was covered by slightly lowered eyelids.
He began to use a calm tone with almost no ups and downs, telling a story that was so long that it was almost forgotten by everyone.
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Thousands of years ago, the Comprehension Continent.
"Ye Slave, hurry up and pour out the night fragrance in my room."
"Little bitch, I'm calling you! Did you hear me!!"
The teacup hit the boy's face with his head covered.
The hot tea was mixed with tea leaves, and flowed down his forehead and on his face.
The skin that was originally white and almost transparent was reddened by the hot water, and even slightly swollen.
But the most conspicuous thing is a scar across his forehead and face.
The boy's appearance should have been extremely beautiful.
But just because of this crooked scar like a crawling centipede, it looks so hideous and weird that people can't look directly at it.
"Little bitch, what are you doing looking at me like that? Do you think you're still the most favored little prince of [Drunk Life Dreams]? Hehe, let's take a pee and take a look at your face! Who wouldn't say something disgusting when they see it? "
"A slut is a slut, dirty our young master's room, what are you doing standing there? Get out of here after taking Ye Xiang!"
…
The boy scooped up a ladle of water and poured it down his head at will.
On a cold winter morning, the water was bitingly cold.
But he didn't seem to notice it.
Suddenly, the boy paused, and suddenly raised his head to look.
I saw a figure sitting on the wall of [Drunken Life, Dreams and Death] at some point.