The breeze blew on his face, with a slight thin cloud, gently brushing across his cheeks, slightly cool.
Bai Chu closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and opened it again. His golden pupils were covered by black, but only lasted for a moment. The golden glory spread out from the black bottom again, staining the entire pupils in the blink of an eye.
Van Gogh looked at the change in Bai Chu's eyes seriously, "What's going on with your eyes...?"
"This is the original color of my eyes." Bai Chu frowned, his face a little depressed, "It's just darker."
"Is that right?" Van Gogh stretched out his hand to stroke her eyes. His golden eyes were as clear and crystal clear as the sunlight was in. It was wonderfully clear and deep, and there was a bit of a wild smell of coldness and solemnity, not like human eyes, but more like beast eyes.
Beast eyes? She was originally a fox. He suddenly remembered the first time he saw these golden eyes. It was in a weed bush in Qingqiu. The first time they were happy. When she was moved, her black eyes turned into golden eyes, and her ears turned into fox ears, and her fifteen tails were swinging back and forth without restraint.
My heart suddenly moved, as if spring returned to the earth after the cold winter. The spring buds gently drilled into the soil and broke open. A little bit of green is not much, but it is refreshing.
He raised his lips slightly and leaned closer to her, "Bai Chu, your golden eyes are related to me?"
The eyebrows and eyes leaned in were close to each other, and the slightly raised corner of the mouth was smiling, and the smile was a little heartless. Bai Chu turned his head and reached out to press his hand on his face, pushing his face away a little, "I'm so passionate."
Van Gogh held her hand with her back, pressed the back of her hand against her face, pretending to be enjoyable, "Well, it's so slippery."
Bai Chu turned his hand and squeezed his face hard, narrowing his eyes and smiling, "The Demon Lord is so thick that he can't even penetrate the needle."
He stopped and teased the Demon Lord, who was teased back, had a red cheek on his side.
Van Gogh touched his face, it hurt a little, a little sore, and a little burning. His hands were so strong. He smiled slightly and stretched out his arms to her shoulder, "Fox Emperor, discuss something, I can pinch my whole body with you, can I let my face go?"
"With me pinching?" Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him below his belt with silver wire wrapped around the pattern.
Van Gogh felt a chill in his crotch, silently pulled his robe to cover it, coughed and casually talked about it: "Bai Chu, have you ever thought that your brother was not dead?"
My heart is like a string, and I pluck it gently.
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and curled his lips and smiled slightly, "Van Gogh, if I didn't deliberately use long-term decision as bait to disturb your underworld, would you never take the initiative to tell me about this?"
There was a sigh in this smile, and the clear seed that passed by slightly over my eyes covered my golden eyes. For a moment, my eyes looked like lightning, and it was so sinister that I was so vicious.
At first glance, it was cold and cold.
Van Gogh's smile was slightly stagnant, and he looked down at her with a very complicated expression.
After a while, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the frozen smile on the corners of his lips also widened along the curve of the curvature, "Bai Chu, do you want to make a trap for me?"
"How dare I put a trap on the dignified Demon Lord?" The eyes were charming at the end of the lifting eyes, which was so tempting that she was so charming. She stretched out her fingers and pressed them on his chest, slowly wandering along the collar, "I just did this a little bit, acted a little bit more impetuous, I'll give you a chance to enlighten me, a little bit, haha, let you take the initiative to say something..."
Deep in the golden eyes, the sharp edge is revealed, fierce, hideous, and dormant, and it can attack people in just a moment.
Van Gogh grabbed her unrestrained hand in his chest and gently twisted it. The faint light in her ink pupils was faint. She wanted to tamper with his words, but she was not anxious at all, so he took the initiative to speak.
This is her, the cunning fox, and the scheming Bai Chu.
Bai Chu, who has never been willing to suffer any loss.
At first glance, they looked very close, but in fact, they never really were calm with each other. They were always deliberate, pretended not to know, seventy-six points were shirked, and they kept it from each other, and they always had their own plans.
He grabbed her hand, and his big palm tightly surrounded the soft tenderness, and his voice was leisurely: "Bai Chu, you are so unlovely."