The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The rain almost didn't jump three feet from where it was.

Nerves all over the body are instantly tight.

The fingers curl slightly, which is a summoning puppet.

The spiritual power in the body also flourishes rapidly in the Dantian field, and the momentum is ready.

“Night wind, you awake long ago? ”

He's talking about a question, but the tone is 100 percent certain.

The night wind laughed and did not answer his words. Instead, he walked to the last painting and caressed it gently with his hands.

His moves are incredibly gentle and precious, and he wants to touch his most precious treasure.

Then it rained and heard his gentle voice: "Your Highness, would you like to hear it? ”

It rained very hard to say "I don't want to hear”.

But he wouldn't dare!

Because he can't beat this perverted statesman at all.

Most importantly, he really wanted to know who the hero was in this painting, and what's going on now?

The night wind saw him silent and was about to continue to speak according to his own mind.

The rain suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait! ”

The night wind frowned slightly and looked at him with no expression.

He thought he would wait for a nasty, cold curse and rejection.

Who knew the rain had dragged a chair straight outside and even grabbed a few plates of pastry melon fruit from the table.

No matter how the night wind reacts, sit directly at the table.

While eating the fruit, he said, "Well, now you can start telling stories. ”

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

It's just spiritual pastries, no melon seeds, half the fun of listening to stories, bad reviews!

For the first time in thousands of years, the night wind has revealed a gaze and a sudden expression of indifference.

The rain bit the spiritual fruit and he was kind enough to remind him: "Didn't you say you wanted to tell a story? I'm ready, you start talking. ”

The smile on the face of the night wind slowly blossomed, and the divine colour seemed helpless, as if it was a memory.

This smile is completely different from his cold, creepy smile on a weekday.

It just lasted a moment.

covered by a slightly sagging curtain.

He began to tell a story that was long gone and almost forgotten by all, in a gentle, almost fluctuating tone.

= = =

Ten thousand years ago, to repair the mainland.

“Night Slave, go pour the incense of night in my room. ”

“Little bitch, I'm calling you! Hear that!! ”

The tea cup fell on the teenager's face with its head covered.

Hot tea mixed with the tea leaves and flowed along his forehead on his face.

White, almost clear skin, burned red by hot water, even slightly swollen.

But the most striking thing was the scar that crossed his forehead and made his face.

The appearance of a teenager should have been incredibly beautiful.

But just because of this twist, this scar like a crawling centipede, it looks incredibly weird and invisible.

“Little bitch, what are you looking at me for? You think you're still the most adorable kid of all time? Oh, pee on your face! Who sees you without saying anything disgusting? ”

“Bitch is a bitch. What are you doing standing there and getting our boy's room dirty? Get the hell out of here! ”

……

The teenager scooped a ladle of water and poured it randomly along his head.

Cold winter mornings, cold bones.

But he seemed to have no idea.

Suddenly, the teenager made a pause and raised his head vigorously.

I saw a figure sitting on the wall of [Drunk Dream Death] sometime.