In Jiuyou Underworld Mansion, on both sides of Huangquan Road, the eyes are filled with extremely red.
Bright red color, blooming brilliantly one after another, with narrow needle-shaped lobes, wrinkled edges, curled outwards, proud posture like head held high, covering both sides of Huangquan Road.
"It's obviously just a flower that grows in the underworld, but it still puts on this arrogant posture." Bai Chu walked through the flowers wantonly. Along the way, he tore a piece of flower under his feet and turned his head, "Who can I show it to?"
Dressed in white and filled with snow, she stands among the red bushes. The goddess is noble and pure, as bright as jade.
On the roadside of Huangquan, Van Gogh looked at her indifferently as she came from the flowers and said: "This is not an ordinary flower. The evil atmosphere around the underworld is extremely heavy. Nothing can grow, not even an inch of grass can grow. Only this flower can bloom for a long time."
"How long? How long is that?" She stood among the flowers and refused to leave.
"Flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves fall and flowers bloom."
"Thousand years?" Bai Chu glanced down at the people around him, "So, everything in this place should have become spirits."
As she spoke, she bent down and reached out to touch the nearest flower. Before her fingers touched the bright petals, she saw that the petals moved automatically without any wind, and moved slightly to the side to avoid her reaching out.
hand.
Bai Chu squinted his eyes, walked around the petals, grabbed its stem, and pulled it out with a little force.
The bright red petals shook violently, and there was even a slight sound. If you listened carefully, it sounded like crying.
Bai Chu frowned, suddenly exerted force in his hand, uprooted the plant and threw it aside.
Van Gogh looked on from the side, "Bai Chu, why are you having trouble with a flower?"
"Just a flower?" Bai Chu glanced at him and pointed at the ground, "See clearly what kind of thing it is!"
On the ground, the uprooted flowers swayed in the road. Suddenly, a little fluorescence slowly bloomed from the heart of the flower. In the blink of an eye, a graceful woman appeared in the light. She was dressed in red gauze, with an enchanting figure, and was paired with an equally enchanting face.
His face and every move were full of seduction.
With a pale face, the woman almost transformed into shape and ran towards Van Gogh. After taking two or three steps, she knelt down at Van Gogh's feet and said, "Your Majesty, you are the master of this slave family."
Her voice was as melodious as an oriole's cry, light and charming. Every rise and fall of her tone rose upwards, and her voice was as crisp as her bones.
Van Gogh frowned and glanced past her to look at Bai Chu in the flowers. The latter looked at him with curved lips and raised eyebrows, and deliberately said in a coquettish tone, "Your Majesty, how should we deal with it?"
The sound is like a silk string, continuous and gentle, each transfer is appropriate and beneficial, and the whisking sound enters the ears, heart, and lungs.
The clear eyes were filled with sparkles and full of banter.
Van Gogh didn't even look at the man on the ground, "It's just a flower. If you like to pick it, I will give you all the flowers in the underworld for you to step on, pick and play with."
When the woman on the ground heard this, her expression changed drastically, and her body trembled so much that she knelt down even lower.
"Give me all the pearls, sandals, and flowers in the underworld?" Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, his lips curved deeper, and he walked towards Van Gogh, "Nine Netherworld Palace, all of it only has this little color, if I pick them all, you
Where can we let those living souls enjoy the scenery instead?"
Come all the way without looking at your feet.
Due to the action of pulling out flowers just now and the Demon Lord's indifference, the sea of flowers seemed to have learned a lesson. Wherever Bai Chu passed, they all bowed their heads and sent each other respectfully.
Van Gogh watched her walk along. He was as arrogant as she was. How could he see anything else arrogantly standing in front of her? Even if it was a flower, he couldn't accept it. She would definitely push it under her feet and accept the submission of everyone.
He laughed dumbly, "What kind of scenery can you enjoy when you are alive?"
After leaving the sea of flowers and embarking on the road to hell, Bai Chu answered with a smile, "It's hard for people to die and enter the underworld, so they have to leave a good impression, right?"
"After crossing Naihe Bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, after reincarnation, do you still want to leave a good impression on others?" He walked over and spread his hands upward.
Bai Chu stretched out his hand and put the object in his palm.
Van Gogh glanced at the crystal clear Qiyao glazed stone and sighed helplessly, "Bai Chu, you should know that this is not what I reach out for."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you want to hold my hand, of course you have to help me with my business first."
Van Gogh narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile gradually appeared in his eyes, "How can I help you if you don't give me a sweetheart first?"
"Want something sweet?" Bai Chu stretched out her hand and pinched it, and the Hua Zayan that had just fallen to the ground came into the palm of her hand. She smiled and glanced at the Huahun Jingshen who was still kneeling on the ground at a loss, "Fairy, give it to you.
Your Majesty, I want you to dance in a sexy way and take off your clothes."
Hua Jing was shocked, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at Bai Chu with a pale face.
"Don't take it off?" Bai Chu stretched out his hand and pulled off a petal.
Hua Jing trembled all over, quickly took off the outermost layer of gauze, and knelt down tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! My Majesty, please forgive me!"
Bai Chu frowned slightly when he heard the word "Empress", stared at her, and said in a cold voice, "Why are you taking off your clothes so quickly? I asked you to dance, so naturally you have to take off your clothes bit by bit, put them back on, and start over.
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Hua Jing's face turned red, she tremblingly picked up her clothes and put them on, then she knelt on the ground and started dancing gracefully.
The gauze clothes are light and thin, and there is no wind, and the muscles are as thick as fat, looming.
Bai Chu glanced at Van Gogh and said, "It's soft and smooth. Do you want to touch it?"
Van Gogh curved his lips, leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear with an ambiguous voice, "Not as tender as you, not as smooth as you, I just want to touch you."
He wanted to reach out to hug her, but was slapped away by her palm.
The golden eyes were slightly bright, with a full sense of danger in them, and the voice was like orchid, deep and cold, "Who allowed you to look at her?"
Van Gogh was slightly startled when he heard this, "Didn't you say..."
"I want her to dance for you, but you won't be able to see it!" The golden color in her eyes flickered, and she grabbed his collar, "You dare to look at others unscrupulously in front of me, but how much did you look behind me?"
Van Gogh was speechless in amazement: "Didn't we before..."
"The past is the past!" She poked his chest with her finger, "Van Gogh, I'm employed, you are mine now. You are not allowed to look at anyone without my permission!"
He was slightly stunned, his eyes brightened, he grabbed her finger that was poking at his chest, tilted his head and smiled, "Me, yours?"
Bai Chu hummed, took out his fingers from his palm, tilted his head, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth, "Do business."
He lowered his head, placed his forehead against hers, and said in a low voice: "After finishing this, I want to do one more thing."
She raised her eyes with golden eyes, "What's the matter?"
He stretched out his fingers to lightly trace her lips, and said in a low voice, "Do...you." The tip of his nose smelled the refreshing fragrance of her body, he stared at it for a moment, smiled slightly, and moved his fingers down her chin, moving
He lowered his neck, passed through the skirt of her clothes, and lifted up her collarbone. He wanted to go down further, but he reluctantly took his hand back and tugged at her lapel, and his voice became hoarse:
"I want to see you dance, be sexy, take off your clothes..."
The words were spoken softly, and each word was whispered, swirling in the ears, and each sentence was so ambiguous and tantalizing that one felt itchy all over.
"good."
His heart suddenly tightened, and he moved his forehead away from her a little, looking at her in surprise. He didn't expect that she would agree, and... she agreed so quickly. His heart and lungs suddenly beat violently, and Van Gogh took a deep breath and was stunned for a long time.
Only then did he come back to his senses.
He smiled slightly, holding the Qiyao Glazed Stone in his hand and slowly exerted his strength. The thick Shenze came out from the palm, and the purple mist filled the palm, instantly surrounding the Qiyao Glazed Stone.
With a slight movement of his wrist, the Qiyao Glazed Stone wrapped in purple slowly left his hand and floated from the void above the sea of flowers.
As if being summoned, the sea of Manzhu, Shahua, and Hua Hua bloomed in red, and the brilliant red soared up into the sky, heading straight towards the seven-ray glazed stone in mid-air.
The seven rays of colored glaze, with its luster turning over and over, absorb all the myriads of brilliance within it.
Blink and emit an even more dazzling light.
In the Jiuyou Underworld Mansion, there was a moment of great brightness, as bright as day.
Thousands of living souls howled.
The harsh sound pierced the eardrums. Bai Chu frowned: "Can't this light go away?"
Van Gogh waved his sleeves in the air and cast a blindfold to go up.
The bright light dissipated, and even the Qiyao Glazed Stone in the void was nowhere to be seen, and the wailing stopped.
Bai Chu held his chin in his hand and nodded, "This technique is very good. If I didn't pay close attention, I wouldn't be able to detect it..." The next moment, he felt light and was picked up directly from the waist.
She was shocked and turned pale, turning her head to look into a pair of pitch-black eyes, which were filled with fire and full of thirst:
"Go to my place or go to your place."
She curled her lips, stretched her arms around his neck and hooked him, pretending to think, "Well... my bed is soft, the pillows are high, the air is clear everywhere, it's easy to sleep..."
He hugged her tightly and walked quickly, "It's too far. Come to my place nearby. My bed is strong and can be tossed around."
She found a comfortable position in his arms, leaning her head on his arm as a pillow, "It's too hard and uncomfortable."
The scene around me moved quickly, and I quickly walked through the gate of Jiuyouming Palace, "Believe me, it will make you feel comfortable if it is hard."
The guard at the door had no time to salute. Hearing these words, he was so frightened that he could not even hold his weapon steady.
In an instant, we arrived at the Demon Lord's chamber.
All the way in, the candles in the hall spontaneously ignited.
When people walk by, there is a gust of wind, and the purple gauze curtains sway lightly in the wind.
Bai Chu squinted his eyes and smiled softly in his arms: "Tsk, tsk, why does this new dormitory feel familiar to me?"
"The general appearance of your bedroom is half the appearance of my old bedroom." After entering the inner hall, he had not yet put her down.
She quickly kicked off her shoes and socks, touched the ground with her feet, and left his body, looking at him with a charming look.
The black tiles under his feet were full of black bricks, which could illuminate people. The contrast between the black bricks and the white feet was particularly obvious. He looked down at the pair of feet moving back and forth on the bricks. His heart seemed to be pulled by something, and he followed this.
A pair of feet thudded back and forth.
The lotus steps move lightly, and are lively and charming. Looking up along the jade feet, the woman in white is dancing gracefully.
It's not a lascivious dance, it's a solemn dance passed down from ancient times. The arms turn and change, and the long sleeves that are almost touching the floor dance back and forth. Occasionally, the hands are slightly raised, and the long sleeves slide down the arms, revealing a bright part.
Delicate skin.
The solemn white tiara slipped gently down to her feet, and her jade feet stepped on the robe that fell to the ground, and the dance did not stop.
The solemn dance and solemn clothes made him choke.