Chapter 3795 Listen to the story, no melon seeds, bad review! (three)
The rain almost jumped three feet from the spot without being frightened.
The nerves in the whole body were instantly tense.
The fingers are slightly intertwined, 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, have you woken up long ago?"
He said a question, but his tone was 100% sure.
Ye Chengfeng smiled and did not answer his words, but walked to the last painting and gently stroked it with his hand.
His movements are extremely gentle and cherished, just like he is touching his most precious treasure.
Then, Luo Yu heard his gentle voice: "Do you want to hear it, Your Highness?"
Luoyu 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 really wanted to know, who is the protagonist in this painting, and what is going on now?
Ye Chengfeng saw that he was silent, and was about to continue speaking according to his own wishes.
Luo Yu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"
Ye Chengfeng frowned slightly and looked at him blankly.
He thought he would wait for swearing and refusal of disgust and indifference.
Unexpectedly, Luo Yu went directly to the outer room and dragged a chair over, and even picked up a few plates of pastries and fruits on the table.
Regardless of Ye Chengfeng's reaction, he directly sat down at the table.
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!
That is, there are only Lingguo pastries here, no melon seeds, half the fun of listening to the story, 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 spirit fruit and kindly reminded him: "Didn't you say you want to tell a story? I'm ready, you can start telling it."
The smile on Ye Chengfeng's face slowly bloomed, and his expression seemed helpless, but also seemed to miss him.
This smile was completely different from his usual cold and treacherous smile.
But the smile only lasted for a moment.
It was covered by slightly drooping eyes.
He began to tell a story so old that it was almost forgotten by everyone, in a gentle, almost unwavering tone.
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Ten thousand years ago, the Continent of Cultivation.
"Ye slave, go and pour out Ye Xiang in my room."
"Little bitch, calling you! Did you hear me!!"
The tea cup smashed the boy's face with his head covered.
The hot tea mixed with tea leaves flowed down his face along his forehead.
The originally white and almost transparent skin was scalded red by the hot water, and even slightly swollen.
But the most conspicuous thing was a scar across his forehead and face.
The boy's appearance should have been extremely beautiful.
But just because of this crooked, crawling centipede-like scar, it looked so monstrous and strange that it was impossible to look directly at it.
"Little bastard, what are you doing looking at me like this? Do you think you are still the most favored little boy in the past? Hehe, take a piss and take a photo of your face! Who wouldn't say something disgusting when he saw it? "
"A slut is a slut. It's dirtying our son's room. What are you doing? Get out of here with Ye Xiang!"
...
The teenager scooped up a ladle of water and poured it down his head at will.
On a cold winter morning, the water is piercingly cold.
But he didn't seem to notice.
Suddenly, the young man paused and looked up abruptly.
I saw a figure sitting on the wall of [Drunken Life and Dreaming of Death].
