It was late at night, there was wind and a little cold.
The full moon is bright, and the green hills are hidden in the silvery moonlight. The lake reflects the moon, quiet and quiet. The mountains on both sides are sunken in the darkness, cold and quiet.
The surrounding land is fertile, and the weeds grow tall because they are unsupported all year round.
The wind passes, the grass sways, and rusts.
The faint moonlight sank like water, and I saw a person from the cracks where the weeds were shaking.
The luxurious purple clothes are long and swaying to the ground, the black hair is soft and thin, and the face is like an axe. Every point is appropriate. The rare charm of the world is growing on such a man's face, handsome but not charming.
He stood in the weeds, pulling a few weeds in his hand and playing with them. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and flew into his temples: "I'll find such a broken place if I'm here. Bai Chu, you're getting stingy."
Behind him, the weeds stretched out a bare hand from it, and the bare hands were as white as jade. He pushed apart the grass and walked out of a person.
"The sky is tiles, status bricks, the bright moon is reflected by candles, the lakes and mountains are used as a reward, and even more so, there are also these wild grass for you to play with. Do you still think I am stingy?" Bai Chu came over, pulled the grass in his hand, and looked at the moonlight, "Oh, the Demon Lord can also weave grasshoppers."
Van Gogh looked sideways, and his eyes moved as he moved, and he lingered his lips slightly: "The Emperor of Fox."
Bai Chu played with the grasshopper in his hand, a trace of darkness that was almost invisible was slightly passed through his eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "Is it for me?"
"Send it to you."
The woman's white clothes, the bright moon was bright, and the shadows of the weeds were swaying, which made her look silver. Looking closely, it was pleasing to the eye.
"Stingy, it's just a grasshopper, and I'm using the grass from my Qingqiu!" She glared at him, put the grasshopper in the palm of her hand, and closed her five fingers, and the grasshopper disappeared in a blink of an eye, "Tell me the serious business."
"Justice?" Van Gogh glanced at her and smiled at her lips, "Didn't you ask me out for a private meeting in the middle of the night?"
"Private meeting?" The corners of the curled mouth raised slightly, and the clear and clear pupils slowly became dark as night. "The word "Demon Lord" is very useful. My brother turned into heaven yesterday, and I can't wait to have a private meeting with you today?"
A lazy and light sentence makes people unable to hear the warmth and coldness of it.
Van Gogh's smile froze on the corner of his mouth, and he slightly restrained his play: "Sorry."
She looked at him almost arrogantly: "Just sorry, I'll be fine?"
"The Fox Emperor has taught me a lesson. I know my mistake. I will apologize to you again." He couldn't help laughing, bowed with both hands, and pretended to bow.
She was unyielding: "Apologize? Where is the gift?"
“Here, here.”
Van Gogh suddenly approached her, and his tall figure pressed in front of him. Bai Chu's eyes darkened, and he didn't know what he was going to do for a moment. His ears lightened, and the jade earrings on both ears were pulled off by him, and then it cooled down again.
The touch on the ears is as gentle as jade.
Bai Chu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he had prepared something for her, and he seemed to be looking at the earrings: "Seeing that you are so smart and wise, I will forgive you." After a while, she blinked, "Is it good-looking?"
Van Gogh looked at her carefully, raised her eyes and smiled charmingly: "It looks good."
"Then I will wear this wedding in the acquired Xuanqiong Realm."
The smile sluggishly, Van Gogh looked at her with a dark look in her eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Xuanqiongjing had already issued a wedding invitation, so it was impossible for him to postpone the wedding because of the funeral of other families. Bai Chu bent his lips and his clear eyes were like the moonlight: "Of course... it disturbed his marriage."
The voice is cold, like falling into an ice pool.
Van Gogh's eyes were dim, and his eyebrows flew into his temples, and a mark appeared on his eyebrows: "Are you going to rob a marriage?"
"Snatch marriage? Van Gogh, you should believe that I will never have any interest in those I hate."
The eyes narrowed under the thick and long eyes, and a cold light appeared: "You want to take revenge?"
He leaned closer to her, stretched his fingers to her forehead, and gently described it along the divine patterns on her forehead. After many years of interaction, no one knew Bai Chu's personality better than him. Once he liked it, he would like it without hesitation. Once he hated it, it would be difficult to change that view.
Bai Qian definitely accounts for most of her heart. This kind of feeling is integrated into her bloodline, penetrates into her bone marrow, and easily surpasses anyone, including the person she has liked for more than 100,000 years.
Chi Su's biggest mistake was to hurt Bai Qian. Whether he killed Bai Qian or not, Bai Chu would definitely not forgive him.
Van Gogh looked at Bai Chu with complex eyes, and his voice softened a little unconsciously: "Bai Chu, believe me, you can't kill him."
"Can't kill?" The voice sounds like orchids, and the coldness is lingering.
"Not only can't be killed, but it can't be killed." In a trance, he seemed to have completely stripped of the charm of Fenghua. His entire aura became cold and cold without realizing it. "Bai Chu, if I can kill, can I wait until now?"
The dark eyes as dark as ink seemed to have extremely strong thoroughness, which penetrated people's hearts. Bai Chu's heart tightened: "Why?"
"The law of heaven, destiny."
The atmosphere suddenly became condensed, and even the air was immersed in full solemnity.
Bai Chu heard his voice colder and colder: "God should be born, and know what the consequences are to kill a god who is most important?"
"What?"
"Heaven punishment, earth punishment, heavenly punishment, eternal fall into the boundless purgatory of the Nine Netherworlds. Bai Chu, this soul is terrifying even if it is scattered."
"Merit is paramount?" Bai Chu sneered, "Isn't my brother?"
A light flashed in his eyes. He stared at her for a long time, his dark eyes were unrecognizable: "Because God believes that Chi Su has no intention of killing him, even if Chi Su kills him, it is a mistake that is unintentional, and it is forgiven."
Bai Chu bit his lips, and his voice seemed to be cold from his teeth: "The law of nature? The way of fate?"
"Yes, this is the law of nature and fate."
Her eyes wet, and her eyes blurred in an instant, and her voice was fierce: "Van Gogh, I hate you."
He stared at her, his eyes unwaveringly, with a hint of undetectable confusion, and sighed softly: "Bai Chu, I am sad."
"Don't mention tribute to me! I don't want to hear these two words!" She seemed to be suddenly angry by him, and she seemed to be unable to bear the pain that had been suppressed for a long time. In an instant, her eyes were deep, and the pure gold color in the beast's eyes flashed out.
The next moment, there was a "hiss".
Van Gogh felt a sudden coldness on his body, and lowered his eyes. His clothes were torn into two halves by her. His pair of arms floated to the ground, and his chest was chilly and exposed to the air.
This habit of tearing someone's clothes when you get angry is really...
Before he could even jokingly sigh, the next moment, a heap of weeds on his body crossed his eyes and he was directly knocked to the ground.
The moment I landed, my lips hurt and blood came out in an instant.
She seemed like a violent beast who suddenly lost consciousness. Her silver teeth bit his lips. Without his reaction, she hooked his teeth and swept over the tip of her tongue.
There has never been a reason to not take advantage of it. Van Gogh narrowed her eyes and then pushed her waist upstairs to stroke her back, gently stroked her fingers from the highest point of her back.
With a trembling trembling, Bai Chu shrank his body so much that he looked up at him, his eyes full of charm. His voice was vague: "Van Gogh, I don't like anyone scratching me the most."
As she spoke, her initiative was deprived of, and her warm and powerful tongue drilled into her mouth. She approached step by step, wrapping around inch by inch.
The two of them breathed in a close distance, and they heard each other's heartbeats accelerating.
She reached out and hooked her fingers around his chest, then gently slid down along the line in the center of the strong chest, sliding to halfway, holding it with her back. The next moment, her waist and abdomen tightened, and she suddenly turned around and was pressed under him.
The lips and tongue are separated, and the silver thread is lightly broken.
The eyes of black jade were full of depth, staring at her fiercely, the edges of the deep pupils seemed to be stained with blood, and the voice of the opening was mute: "Bai Chu, do you know what you are doing?"
She pillowed in his arms, reached out and gently pulled his belt and tied it up, slowly pulled his belt, raised his eyes lightly, and curled his lips and smiled slightly: "Midnight, outdoors, private meeting, fuck you."
The last sentence "Fuck you", made him breathe tighter.
He bent close to her and Adam's apple moved: "Bai Chu, I asked you, don't regret it."
She chuckled gently, threw away his belt, hooked his neck, leaned over, and licked it gently where the raised throat.
There is ambiguousness between the hook and the camera.
He leaned over and pressed down, and pulled off her opposite collar with one hand. The woman's bright and fair skin was instantly exposed in front of her eyes. Her hands were rubbed and lubricated like jade, making her look more holy and beautiful under the moonlight.
His hands were stroking her back and forth, as if a blind man was carefully touching an expensive jade ring. She didn't know where she was teased, and her body shrank, and her face suddenly turned red. Her beautiful eyes looked forward, and her soul could not turn around in an instant.
Love is only in a moment. With such a teasing, Van Gogh had no intention of thinking about the changes before and after too much. Is it a purpose?
The gentle and soft body seemed to be boneless, gently wrapping him around.
A scent of aura slowly spread in the air, scattered robes, long clothes, crushed jade rings and pendants, and a mess all over the ground.
The wind passes, and the weeds sway. The low breath and the shallow moans mixed in the rustling sound, adding more charm to the night color.
The two of them overlapped, and there was no distance. The vast divine zodiac spread around them in a flash. In an instant, the wind stopped, the clouds stopped, the moon was bright, the stars were bright, and the weeds suddenly flew away, dancing in the air, blooming bright and beautiful flowers.
The two gods unite and benevolent to all living beings. In an instant, the clear water overflows, all things revived, and a thousand miles apart, and a thriving area.
During this period, Bai Chu frowned and cried out in pain.
Van Gogh paused slightly, his eyes were bright and bright. He would never forget where he first saw Bai Chu. The fox clan has always been unruly. He always thought that even if Bai Chu had never raised a couple, he would definitely not lose his personal relationship with a male lover. But he didn't expect...
The hoarse voice was filled with unconcealed joy: "Bai Chu, you--"
"It's a big deal." The next moment, my body turned around and a fierce voice appeared above him, "I said, I want to be on it."
The deeper the smile on his lips, the ambiguous voice was deeper and he said: "It's not suitable today. I will teach you first and then change it later."