The bright moon in the dark night sky is bright and smooth, and the moonlight like a silver veil is very holy.

    There is a very quiet place in the temple, where few people go in and out, but there is a strong atmosphere of light that can not be compared with the energy of the whole temple.

    That''s the room under the Pope''s crown.

    The place where no one feels to step in the temple, the place where their hearts yearn and piety go.

    At the moment, a small dark bat was shaking its small wings and walking through the night. On the dark night, the little bat''s Scarlet eyes flashed red like rubies, and her eyes focused on the brightly lit house ahead.

    Although he hasn''t gone in yet, Shen Wanqing can clearly feel the extremely rich pure light in the room. This holy and incomparable light makes Shen Wanqing feel timid.

    It''s probably because of instinct. Shen Wanqing doesn''t dare to get close to that holy place.

    She hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly landed on a big tree with black wings.

    748 is going to laugh crazy.

    Let the host laugh at it before. It''s a ball without hands. Now you''re also a little bat that can only fly without hands!

    And it looks much better than you!

    Little bat, thin and ugly!

    Eh, the culprit of the virus. He，tui！

    The little bat stood steadily on the branch, his red eyes staring at the half hidden window.

    In addition to feeling the pure and rich light, Shen Wanqing also smelled an extremely sweet taste, which was very fragrant and fragrant, more fragrant than wangzi milk.

    She was seduced by the sweet smell.

    Now the food was inside, but she dared not go in.

    She lowered her little head, and some uncontrolled probes peeked at it. She blinked her red pupils and was very curious about the food inside.

    Such a sweet taste should be her big baby?

    It is said that this is the place where the Pope lives under the crown of the temple. Is the Pope the big baby this time?

    Suddenly, a soft and comfortable music came from the room.

    Shen Wanqing was stunned. She blinked gently.

    It''s not like the sound of zither or Guqin. The tone is more complex and diverse than Guqin. The voice sounds clear, not urgent, not slow, very comfortable. It seems that there is an unspeakable sense of comfort to wash the mind.

    She poked her head, hugged herself with small wings, and tightly hooked her small feet on the thick branches.

    The window is half hidden. If you look carefully through your head, you can see a faint small crack.

    The candlelight inside is bright, probably because most of the colors of the room are white. Under the candlelight, the room looks particularly bright.

    She looked along the small crack, but her eyes paused. The first thing in her eyes was the other party''s beautiful jade fingers as white as jade, with particularly beautiful bony joints and slender and clear. The fingertips are gently placed on a square box of ancient logs and gently moved, which looks like random, but the sound is pleasant and gentle.

    Shen Wanqing blinked. It turned out that it was the sound made by this thing. It looked strange. She had never seen such an instrument before.

    Shen Wanqing fluttered his wings and came over carefully. He wanted to see the people inside along the crack, but he didn''t expect his bat career to suffer Waterloo. He slipped and fell from under the tree.