A word is silent but quiet, and the voice is calm without any emotional ups and downs.
Bai Chu shivered when he heard the sound, and turned around and looked back.
At the entrance of the Underworld Palace, the crimson purple robe was luxuriously swaying to the ground, and the eyes were still filled with the extremely familiar eyebrows and eyes. The underworld was dark, and the dizzy yellow light reflected his face, and the angular face seemed even deeper.
"Bai Yi let you out?" Bai Chu stared at him and said in a slight stern voice.
Van Gogh didn't say anything, and looked over her and looked at Bai Chen behind her. His face looked so similar that he felt like Chi Su was coming for a moment.
Bai Chen met his gaze and nodded slightly at him: "Demon Lord."
Van Gogh nodded, looked away, and then fell on Bai Chu's face, her thin lips slightly opened, "Come here."
Bai Chu turned his head and ignored it. He pulled Bai Chen, who was planning to avoid Mengpo's soup while she was not paying attention, and took the bowl that Mengpo handed over with the other hand, "Drink the soup!"
Bai Chen glanced at the thick dark brown soup in the bowl, "My grandma, this thing is very difficult to drink. Why do children in the mortal world have diarrhea after birth? They are tormented by this soup-"
Before he finished speaking, Bai Chu directly controlled his face and poured a bowl of medicine into it.
Mengpo soup flowed down the corner of his mouth, and the person did not cooperate, so a bowl of soup sprinkled most of the medicine.
The clothes were half wet. Bai Chen frowned and pushed away the bowl that was bottomless, with a look of resentment, and curled the corners of his mouth, "I'm finished drinking, is the Fox Emperor satisfied?"
"Fox Emperor" made Bai Chu's face cold. The next moment, he kicked him directly in the knee, forcing him to kneel down with a short body and one leg. He grabbed the large spoon of soup from Meng Po's hand and scooped it into the soup pot, "A bowl of soup spilled most of it, drink it again."
As he said that, he pinched his cheeks with one hand and poured a large spoon of Mengpo soup into his cheeks.
"Cough, cough..." A spoonful of soup choked in his throat. Bai Chen frowned and turned his head to avoid her clamp. He was about to get up with force on his legs that had not touched the ground, but he was kicked heavily on his calf and hit the ground with his knee.
Bai Chen was surprised, raised his head and saw a pair of golden eyes.
There was no gentleness of the past, nor the indifference of calm like water. The golden sieve was shining like a knife that was sheathed under the sunlight. With just one glance, the cold and solemn meaning came coldly, and wherever you went, you were inch by inch of cold bones.
Such a look was like a sudden change of someone, "My mother?"
As soon as she said two words, she raised her chin and stared at him with cold golden eyes: "Since I call me "Mom, I'll have a good drink of this spoonful of soup."
Bai Chen glanced at the big spoonful of soup she had scooped up again, and his face sank, looking straight at her, "Have the Fox Emperor considered other people's feelings before deciding on something!"
After the words came, a crisp slap slapped him on the side of the face. Bai Chen froze all over and looked at Bai Chu in disbelief.
Bai Chu leaned down with a big spoon, his voice became even colder, "I don't have to consider other people's feelings. I have only two choices for the orders given by me, or not."
Bai Chen's face became dark and he said in a cold voice: "What if I don't follow?"
"Ba"
A heavier slap in the place where he had just been beaten, "You must follow the best, if you don't follow it, you must follow it."
As he said that, he used force to tightly pinch his chin and poured a spoonful of soup again, and this time it poured most of it.
Because he was injected too quickly, Bai Chen was choked again and coughed a few times, and some of the soup was vomited out along with the cough.
Bai Chumu was colder and scooped another spoonful, regardless of whether he had finished coughing or not, he poured it down again.
He wanted to avoid it, but his movements were not as fast as her spoon at all. He didn't finish drinking a spoon, and then he made another spoon. After a spoon was sprinkled out a little, he scooped up another large spoon.
The black clothes were originally not clear even if they were stained with water, but at this moment, Meng Po Tang flowed along his chin to his neck, and Bai Chen's collar was wet, and the water leaped on the clothes, which could illuminate people.
Bai Chu continued to scoop the soup like a sudden destruction.
His aura was so powerful that his soul trembled.
Meng Po, who was on the side, shouted in panic: "God Lord! Stop it! If you drink too much of this soup, you will be stupid even if you are not stupid when you enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
Bai Chu ignored her. Her golden pupils seemed to be darker in color, and her expression on her face became more ruthless. She scooped the soup and then poured it.
After circulating this for more than ten times, Van Gogh, who had been standing at the gate of the hall for a while, finally realized something was wrong.
He quickly flashed in front of her and knocked down the spoon in her hand, "Bai Chu, you--"
The hand that lost the spoon instantly turned into a claw and swung at him viciously—
"Hiss--"
Even though she dodged in time, she cut a robe sleeve open.
"court death!"
Before Van Gogh was stunned, his sharp claws attacked him again, and rushed towards the vital points, with murderous intent. The sudden surge of momentum was strong, and the sinister spirit came from the air. The ghost messenger trembled and the soul screamed.
The woman's delicate face was full of murderous intent, and the color of her golden eyes seemed to be stronger than that inward.
This is clearly a hindrance—
Van Gogh was shocked and almost avoided the fierce killing move. He grabbed her arm and twisted it back, looking at her coldly, "Bai Chu, do you know who I am?"
"The person who is looking for death!" He retreated and swept his hands and wrists, which were not clamped, turned around and attacked again.
Van Gogh frowned, avoided her from ease, and cut her hands behind her back, "Bai Chu, wake up!"
His arms were restrained, and the golden eyes became cold, and his foot stepped hard on his upper, "Let go!"
Van Gogh pulled her feet out of the sole of her shoes, "Bai Chu!"
She turned her head and hit her head hard. Van Gogh turned her face to avoid it. The next moment, there was a pain on her shoulder.
At some point, the two rows of white teeth turned into sharp beast teeth. They bit them directly at his shoulders, and the blood stained the purple robe, and a dark color was stained around them.
Van Gogh took a deep breath, "Bai Chu, if you bite it again, you will break the bone."
Severe pain on the shoulder.
With a dull sound of tearing, Bai Chu bit off a piece of meat and spit out the little fabric that the meat brought. His mouth was full of bright red, and his golden eyes looked at him coldly. He chewed the meat she bit off in front of him and swallowed it.
The ghost messenger around him, Yan Si, gasped.
Van Gogh's noodles were said to "Bai Chu, are you satisfied with eating the meat?"
Bai Chu narrowed his eyes. He seemed to think that the piece of meat just now tasted good. He licked the corner of his mouth, then leaned over to his bleeding shoulder, and licked his tongue into the blood on his shoulder.
Licking little by little, as if tasting something extremely precious and rare.
The golden eyes were empty and burnt, and there was no consciousness at all. The eyes were charming at the ends of the raised eyes, and every time they licked his wound, there was a more satisfied expression on the surface. This expression was more like the most primitive emotion she could not control when they were so happy.
Van Gogh felt cold and easily opened her hand to hold her.
Without restraint, she quickly rushed to him again.
As soon as his hand touched his clothes, he was blocked by the sudden white shadow. The next moment, his hands were tied up.
The hand that turned into sharp claws turned into ten fingers at some point. Bai Chu's golden eyes flashed again, and he struggled to move his strength, but the constraints on his hands became deeper and deeper. The willow eyebrows were raised, and she turned her head and opened her mouth to bite his shoulder again. The moment she opened her mouth, her mouth was also sealed by the long white silk.
"Um, um--"
Van Gogh held Chang Ling and breathed a sigh of relief, "Chi Su's bastard is really useful."
"Mmmmm!!!"
He tightened the long silk tied to her body, "What are you shouting!"
Bai Chen came here at this time, "Demon Lord, my mother..."
His side face was slightly swollen, and his clothes were mostly wet. Van Gogh glanced at him and his face slowed down, "I was confused, I must have accidentally fallen into a devil."
Van Gogh frowned and slapped her ass hard, "Shut up!"
Bai Chu twisted his body and became even more excited, "Mmm!!!Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
A heavier slap.
Bai Chu frowned and jumped on the spot, "Mmm!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Van Gogh's face sank, and his palm rose again.
Bai Chu whimpered and stopped screaming, but stared at him with his eyes glowing, full of evil spirits.
Bai Chen turned his head and refused to look, "How could he suddenly fall into a devil?"
"I don't know. She is now unconscious and can't ask anything even if she asks." Van Gogh looked at her and his face became a little strange. "She is fine, and she will probably wake up after a while."
"She's like this...has there been a similar situation before?"
"Not before..." He suddenly remembered that when Chi Su got married that day, when she was having a heart of Chi Su, her expression on her face seemed a bit similar to today. Her eyes seemed to never turn black from that day.
His eyes as dark jade dimmed again, and Van Gogh looked at her again, "Maybe, it happened."
But that time, she could clearly control her emotions. Now why...
Bai Chen showed a look of nervousness and worry on his face.
"Since she lets you enter the cycle of reincarnation, you can enter the cycle of reincarnation well." Van Gogh looked at him, "Don't worry about her affairs. When she wakes up, I will ask her to come over to give you an explanation when you reincarnate next time."
Bai Chen lowered his eyes, "That's how it's time for the Demon Lord."
"No need to worry." Van Gogh stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Chu back while the two of them were talking, who ran to the side to scare the soul. "She and I still have a calculation."
He glanced at her coldly, "I still want to be beaten, do you?"
Bai Chu turned his head and continued to scare the soul from a distance. Even though he was bound with his hands and closed his mouth, his evil golden eyes were still imposing, scaring the soul beside him almost collapsed, and some even became transparent, with the tendency of the soul being scattered.
Bai Chen was silent, bowed to Van Gogh, said goodbye, stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, and walked into the reincarnation path.
The shoulders of a piece of flesh that were bitten away were still bleeding, and there was no sign of automatic healing. Van Gogh frowned and looked at it, and picked up the culprit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Bai Chu, who was suddenly picked up by the waist, was full of resentment, and his feet were moving and kicking in the air.
Van Gogh held her tighter, "Bai Chu, you are in my hands like this, let's settle the old and new accounts together."