Secret agent Xiao Mengfei

Chapter 1098 Talking about the degree of abnormality

In the eyes of Shen Ye, the highest-ranked ghost, the whip-wielding emperor is nothing more than a low-level mob.

Even the exact way to hold the whip has not been figured out yet.

Xiao Lingsha also said that they will be the pinnacle duel between two super perverts.

I'm really ignorant.

When it comes to the degree of perversion, in this world...is there anyone else who can compare to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye hooked his lips, the fear and distortion that Ye Yun was expecting did not appear on Jun's face, instead he approached Ye Yun step by step with great oppressive force, and said with a light smile, "I'm sorry for what you just said. 'Heaven's Punishment' is a bit interested...how about, let's discuss it in detail."

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In the palace, in a simple courtyard.

After Mu Lingsha pushed open the door here, a burst of old dust drifted out with the wind, full of old and dilapidated smell, which made her sneezed several times.

"Hey, I'm really sorry, since the goddess left, no one has lived here, so it's neglected to clean."

The father-in-law was full of guilt, patted left and right with the dust whisk, and led Mu Lingsha into the room.

This is an elegant and warm residence. The hot sunlight outside the window becomes bright and soft, as if everything comes here, it will go through a round of purification and return to the most pure and simple state.

Even the human mind can become peaceful.

Perhaps, thanks to the fact that no one came to live there anymore, the room had preserved the atmosphere of when she had lived there.

Gentle, with a touch of sadness.

On the wall next to the window, there is a picture scroll.

On the floor in front of the painting, dust accumulated in different shades, indicating that someone once stood here for a long time, staring at the painting.

Mu Lingsha raised her hand slightly, and the room was immediately filled with a gentle wind-type fighting spirit, blowing away the smoke and dust in the sky.

The picture scroll covered with thick dust finally revealed its true face, and as the powder scattered, a girl's figure gradually appeared on the scroll.

She smiled sweetly, holding a cold sword in her backhand, dressed in white clothes like a fragrant snow lotus, and her delicate and lively eyes seemed to look into the heart of the painter through this painting.

It was Shen Ye's handwriting.

Mu Lingsha stood in front of the painting in a daze.

Her figure was reflected in the old man's pupils, and it overlapped with the snow clothes worn thousands of years ago.

The father-in-law was also stunned for a long time before he smiled in relief, "Look, this desk was often used by the goddess back then. She wrote a book in this room."

"A book?" Mu Lingsha immediately thought of the ancient book that recorded the qin music.

"Exactly." The father-in-law stepped forward and dusted the dust on the table with a dust whisk, "It's a pity that the book written by the goddess has long been lost, and we have no chance to see its contents today. But the stories in the book are It was handed down, and it was changed into opera.”

Mu Lingsha recalled the melody, hummed softly a few times, and asked, "Is this the tune?"

"Hey, that's right," the father-in-law showed surprise, "This is the song. I heard that it was composed by the goddess and her master."

Mu Lingsha was slightly taken aback. It turned out that she and Shen Ye wrote that song together in her previous life.

The dusty past is now being revealed little by little.

The father-in-law said with a smile: "This song is really familiar. As long as it is a banquet for the Eastern Tang royal family, there must be a troupe performing the story in the book."

Mu Lingsha heard the words and said happily: "Really? Then tonight's banquet will be able to see the troupe's performance."

(End of this chapter)