Knife Back in The Scabbard Chapter 92

From the Supreme Palace to the Wuxiang Temple, it was almost from Dongling to Xichuan. If you draw a line on the map, it would seem like half of the Chu Empire was cut in half. Seeing that there was less than a month left before the conference, nothing could be delayed. Therefore, after the discussion that day, Duan Qing took over most of the sect affairs so that Xuan Su could leave the palace to attend the conference. To be on the safe side, he also invited an elder of the same generation as Duan to accompany him.

At this moment, Finn Ye stood in front of the mountain gate, holding Caleb Xie in one hand and the horse in the other. The autumn wind was blowing and leaves were falling. He should have been filled with sorrow, but with the wild tune in his mouth, he managed to make the song sound three parts sad and seven parts disturbing.

"Black and white chess, a game of right and wrong, right and wrong alternate; heard the play, singing Painted Skin, it is hard to tell the truth; the hero dies, the beauty dies, sighs that the mountains and rivers are exhausted, sings a song about the ruthlessness of time..."

Finn Ye had a pleasant voice and spoke with wit and wit; even the storytellers in the teahouse had to admit he was better than him. However, his singing was always out of tune, and the more he sang, the more absurd his voice became, and the more excited he became.

Even though Caleb Xie was well-educated, he couldn't help but break free and cover his ears with his hands, but he still couldn't resist the devilish sound that pierced his brain.