The rain almost made me jump three feet from where I was. The nerves of the whole body are tense for a moment. The fingers are slightly bent and clasped, which is the action of summoning the puppet. The spirit power in the body is also surging rapidly in the elixir field, ready to go“ The wind at night, you wake up long ago? " What he said was a question, but the tone was 100% sure. Night Chengfeng smile, did not answer his words, but went to the last painting, gently stroked with his hand. His movements are extremely gentle and precious, just like touching his most precious treasure. Then, Luoyu heard his gentle voice: "does your highness want to hear it?" Luoyu wanted to say "don't want to hear". But he didn't dare! Because he can't beat the abnormal national teacher. Most importantly, he really wants to know who the protagonist in the painting is and what's going on now? Night Chengfeng see his silence, is about to follow his mind to continue to say. The rain suddenly raised his hand and said, "wait a minute!" Night by the wind, eyebrows slightly sank, looking at him without expression. He thought that he would wait to curse and refuse coldly. Unexpectedly, Luoyu went to the outside room to drag a chair, and even took a few dishes of cakes and fruits on the table. No matter what is the reaction of the night breeze, I sit at the table directly. While chewing the fruit, he said, "OK, now you can start telling stories." Hum, since he can't resist, he might as well enjoy it! There are only lingguo cakes here, no melon seeds, half the fun of listening to stories, bad comments! Night Chengfeng, for the first time in thousands of years, showed a stunned and at a loss expression. Luoyu chewed a mouthful of lingguo. Fortunately, he reminded him: "don't you mean to tell a story? I'm ready. You start At night, the smile on Chengfeng's face blooms slowly, with a look of helplessness and nostalgia. This smile is quite different from his usual cold and treacherous smile. But the smile lasted only a moment. He was covered by the slightly drooping eyes. He began to tell a story that had been forgotten for a long time in a gentle tone with almost no ups and downs=== Ten thousand years ago, Xiuzhen land“ Night slave, go and pour out the night incense in my room. "“ Little slut, call you! Do you hear me The cup of tea hit the boy in the face. Hot tea water mixed with tea crumbs, along the forehead hair flowing in his face. Originally white almost transparent skin, hot water red a large, even slightly swollen up. But the most conspicuous scar was between his forehead and his face. The youth's appearance should have been extremely beautiful. But because of this crooked scar, like a creeping centipede, it is extremely ferocious and strange, which makes people unable to look directly at it“ What are you looking at me for? Do you think you are still the most beloved young man in the past? Ha ha, take a look at your face! Who doesn't say disgust when he sees it? "“ A slut is a slut. It's making our childe's room dirty. What are you doing? Why don't you go away with the night incense The boy scooped up a scoop of water and poured it down his head. In the early morning of cold winter, the water is chilling. But he didn't seem to feel it. All of a sudden, the boy suddenly looked up. I saw a figure sitting on the wall.