The second wedding banquet in Xuanqiong Realm still ended due to the severe injury of the Lord of Xuanqiong Realm.
The gods of heaven are thundering, and the clear waters are everywhere.
The head of all the immortals, the Lord of the Nine Sky, and the Emperor of Heaven were blocked in the air.
The smell of blood was scattered in the air, with red white clothes dyed with residual blood between her fingers. The woman's face was cold, and her eyes were not dissipated. It was Bai Chu, the fox emperor who seriously injured Emperor Chi Su three times at the wedding banquet.
"Heavenly Lord."
The indifference under the dark eyebrows was clearly the sound and appearance after a solemn death. In this indifference, a bit of majesty was born out of thin air.
After the twelve crowns, the Heavenly Lord glanced at her eyes, and she was not surprised that she came to her door at this time: "The Emperor of Fox."
"I want to ask the Heavenly Lord for someone."
"Who does the Fox Emperor want?"
"The Supreme Immortal's Long Jue."
In just a few words, there is no nonsense, straight to the topic, and it is straightforward.
Before the Heavenly Lord could speak, Xin Si on the side could no longer suppress her voice: "Isn't it ridiculous to ask the immortals in the fairy world?"
Bai Chu looked at the Heavenly Lord without leaving any light for Xin Si: "Heavenly Lord, I will be determined for a long time, including his life and death."
The neglected Xin Si's eyebrows tightened and her voice suddenly became heavy: "Fox Emperor, how can I allow you to control life and death in my fairy world--"
Halfway through the words, the voice was covered by a solemn sound:
"Can."
Xin Si looked at the Heavenly King in surprise, and some unbelievable eyes revealed: "Your Majesty—"
"So, thank you, Heavenly Lord." The indifferent words did not have a trace of joy and anger, and it was obvious that people did not move at all, but they had an indescribable noble and elegant look that came straight into the eyes of the eyes. The Yaohua posture was solemn and quiet.
A little turbulence appeared in the eyes of the Heavenly Lord. The woman in front of him was silent, and her joy and anger were no longer easily revealed, nor was she like the little girl who always caused trouble in the three realms before.
He opened his lips slightly: "The Fox Emperor has a noble status and it is inappropriate to take someone personally. I will send someone to Qingqiu later."
Yue Jin's eyes were as calm as water: "Since the Lord is willing to send him, I hope the Lord can send him directly to the Nine Netherworld Mansion."
"Haven?" A while ago, Changjue had a gap with Qingqiu. Although the sudden death of the fox emperor was not Changjue's actions, it was inseparable from Changjue. But even though he had known this before, when he heard the word "Haven".
The Lord of Heaven still sank, "The Nine Netherworlds, governs all kinds of tortures in the world, and will be able to cultivate oneself and achieve enlightenment for thousands of years. If a blood disaster occurs, it may cause the soul of the underworld to be turbulent. Therefore, the Fox Emperor must be cautious.
”
If you have cultivated yourself for thousands of years, you will have pure immortal zodiac signs in your body. There are many souls in the underworld. Anyone who is contaminated with you may be able to produce sperm immediately and become a ghost.
Bai Chu slightly lowered his eyelashes: "The people are innocent, and I am responsible."
The Emperor, who was ignoring the heavenly punishment soldiers thirty thousand years ago, died after his ex-Fox Emperor, lost all his impetuousness and seemed to have suddenly grown up with a clear understanding. A faint praise flashed through the eyes of the Heavenly Lord: "Fox"
Emperor Rende.”
"The Heavenly Lord is too honored." After saying nothing more, he said goodbye and disappeared without a trace of his eyes.
Xin Si, who had not received attention for a long time, showed a little impatient in her eyes: "Come on, leave on, leave on, this Bai Chu is too presumptuous."
There is no joy or anger in the eyes of the Heavenly Lord: "The Fox Emperor is the master of the first realm, even if he is arrogant, it is natural."
Xin Si frowned: "It's natural, she was so arrogant just now?"
The Heavenly Lord looked at the Qionglou Palace, which was vaguely visible in the mist in the distance, and said in a quiet voice: "The Fox Emperor and the Lord are in peace."
The Heavenly Lord's rituals are naturally the only thing that is the Heavenly Lord. Bai Chu's indifferent eyes seemed to be in front of him. Xin Si's face changed and suddenly remembered that the Demon Lord seemed to be like that at the wedding banquet before.
Attitude to her.
She is the queen and the most noble woman in this world. Shouldn’t she be worshipped by thousands of people or respected by thousands of people? Why did the Demon Lord Bai Chu ignore her one by one?
The Heavenly Lord didn't look at her at all, but seemed to know what she was thinking. After a while, he said, "You are just the Queen of Heaven."
Just a queen.
Xin Si's eyes suddenly became complicated.
She turned pale and felt inexplicably empty, and she felt uncomfortable.
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When Bai Chu returned to Qingqiu, it was already dark.
The evening breeze was wet and cold, and the blood on the long sleeves could still feel the chill on it. The bedroom was pitch black, and she walked in and heard a cold sentence in the middle of the journey:
"Bai Chu, you left me today."
She walked slightly and continued to walk in the next moment: "Sorry, I forgot."
"Forgot?" A light and cold smile in the air.
Walking into the hall, I took off my blood-stained robe all the way, and Bai Chu's face was hidden in the darkness of the hall: "Van Gogh, I'm a little tired today."
"tired?"
She took off her blood clothes and threw them on the ground. She didn't look at him at all, and walked to the main seat in the hall. On the tables on the main seat, she piled up memorials for several days waiting for her to review. She waved her hand and shone the room and it was shiny. She took it.
He raised his pen: "It's time for you to go back."
His temples were as thin as a tail and his eyebrows were as picturesque. The purple-clothed God Lord leaned against Huazhu in the hall, and a sneer was on the corner of his mouth: "After using me, throw me away immediately?"
Open a memorial: "Van Gogh, you have seen it too, I'm very busy."
"Busy?" He raised his eyebrows and nodded seriously. "The Fox Emperor is busy with all kinds of things, but he shouldn't be disturbed by idle people like me."
She dyed the pen with cinnabar and dropped a few words on the note. She didn't answer the question, closed the note and picked up another note.
Van Gogh smiled meaninglessly, moved his purple robe lightly, walked to her desk a few steps, held a pen on a row of pen holders, played with it casually, and said in a casual tone: "Bai Chu, you are avoiding me again."
He sat down beside her, lowered his eyes and stroked the hair on his pen, and added: "I got Chi Su's heart."
With a red pen, the last stroke of fluent and elegant handwriting is dull.
He narrowed his eyes at her, and his eyes looked faintly clear: "Bai Chu, what did you see from that heart?"
The wind is cool at night, and the gauze is shining, and the coolness is rising into the eyes.
The pen kept pencils and his voice was cold: "My brother's eternity has nothing to do with him."
"Oh, it doesn't matter." He repeated her words, playing with the pen in his hand like boredom, and then whirled the tip of the pen and gently stroked her ear.
The sudden itch made her feel so trembling that she couldn't control her shoulders.
"Van Gogh!" Bai Chu turned around and looked at him fiercely. When he glanced at him, he saw the handsome and romantic man's face dark and dull face. She was stunned.
The next moment, the pen that streaked through her ear pressed against her chin.
He stared at her without blinking: "Bai Chu, every time you avoid me, it's because of Chi Su."
Bai Chu frowned and turned his head to avoid the pen: "Van Gogh, don't make trouble, I'm really busy."
The pen that I avoided moved along her neck and slid directly into her collar. She gently stroked the collarbone. Qing Xun's voice was a little cold and faint smile: "Bai Chu, you
If I do perfunctory, I may not really make a fuss.”
"Van Gogh!" She waved her hand and knocked down the pen, her frowning eyebrows full of anger.
The pen tube fell to the ground and rolled crisply into the distance.
Because she used too much force just now, her clothes spread a little a little.
"It's the same again." With a light sentence, if he looked at her, the deep pool-like eyes were slightly shining: "Bai Chu, once it's related to Chi Su, you will find excuses to alienate me."
"Van Gogh..." She turned her head and refused to look at him, and there was a slight turbulence in her indifferent eyes.
He stared at the eyes and reached out to stroke her face without any hesitation. He tried his best to force her to look directly at him. He carefully examined the beautiful beauty in front of him, and did not let go of every expression on her face: "Bai Chu,
Watch me talk.”
The slight indifference returned to silence in an instant, and Bai Chu looked at him reverently: "What did you ask me to say?"
Van Gogh looked at the golden color that had not faded from her eyes, her thorough gaze was deep and burning, and her voice was sinister: "Bai Chu, if you have someone else in your heart, don't mess with me."
It was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart hard, and a little shock flashed in its golden pupils.
"Van Gogh, I—"
"Shut up!" His voice was sharp and his eyes became deeper. "Bai Chu, I told you a long time ago that you like others, but I don't join in. But Bai Chu, why do you want to like Chi Shu?
?Like it again and again?"
"Brah--"
"You may speak!" He stared at her, his eyes as sharp as sharp as his bones, "It would be fine if he likes Chi Su, he just hides it. After using me, he kicked me away with it.
?”
She was shocked by his sudden cold eyes, and she was stunned and looked at him blankly with her lips pursed.
This expression made Van Gogh slightly stunned. The wind blew up all the gauze curtains in the hall, and the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
Van Gogh looked at her for a while and spoke in anger: "Speak!"
The deep golden color seemed to be filled with streaming light. Qingze in the streaming light slightly melted away. She looked at him firmly and said seriously: "Fan Gogh, as a demon Lord, you must tell evidence when speaking, and do not bring such unfair people."
He glanced at her indifferently: "Did you wrongly?"
"Who kicked you away?" She grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to the case, pointing to the few memorandums he had just approved, "Look it yourself! This is a person who wants to kick you away.
Something?”
He glanced at him casually, with just one glance, his eyes suddenly condensed.
The elder Qingqiu was very concerned about the marriage of the Fox Emperor. Although the marriage was delayed during the mourning period, the Fox Emperor and the Demon Lord were still very close. Therefore, the fox ministers who have always been free and easy to care about the relationship between men and women specially asked for the fox.
Did the emperor build an extra palace in Qingqiu to facilitate the two people to get along?
Even the descendants of the two men considered the room where the Lord Highness lives and how many maids and servants can be transferred; the Second Lord Highness's room should be farther away from the Lord Highness, and those who are similar in age are prone to fight; the Third Lord Highness's room
The room can be close to the Great His Highness, but it must be farther away from the Second His Highness; the room of the Fourth His Highness... Eighteen His Highnesses were mentioned in a row, and they were divided into the crown prince and the emperor, which was very serious.
The lighting in the room of Emperor Ji should not be too good, otherwise it will be easily seen by people when they are sleeping.
There should be mountains and water in front of the prince's palace, which can cultivate the mood.
The palaces of the prince and the prince should be arranged in a staggered manner, so that when the brothers fight, they will be restrained if they have a daughter's house.
If your highness causes trouble, a darkroom will be specially prepared at the corner of the west side of the palace, with all the whip, rattan, and rulers inside.
...
The red character on the top is eye-catching, and the iron painted silver hooks are all approved:
"allow."
Van Gogh closed the memorial, and for a moment, he felt mixed feelings.