Chapter 132 Do you need me to take off your pants?
He was extremely heavy and was chaotic and seemed to have had a very long and tiring dream.
The dream was filled with noisy sounds, and the surroundings were filled with darkness, and she seemed to be shackled by something. She wanted to come out of the darkness, and no matter how hard she struggled, she would be futile.
She knew it was a dream, so she tried her best to break her eyes. Her eyelids seemed to be filled with iron, and she could not open the crack at all.
My arms are sore, my wrists are sore, my waist and abdomen are sore that I don’t have any strength, and even my legs are soft.
She heard a sound calling her in her ear, one long, one short, one heavy, one light, the voice was low, the voice was mute and slightly heavy, very familiar, mixed with the sounds mixed in the dream, slowly scattering the noises.
The noise was covered up.
The consciousness suddenly became clear and she raised her eyes lightly. The light pierced her eyes slightly. Bai Chu narrowed her eyes and then completely opened her eyelids after adapting for a while.
It's invisible to see the palace.
The tables and chairs were broken and dismembered on the ground, the gauze curtains were torn together with the bead curtains, and the teacups and vases were lying in a pile of water stains.
Even the claw marks were clearly visible on the walls, and this faint sweet smell of divine blood was suspended in the air.
This is Van Gogh's bedroom, with lights lit in the room and it is night.
Bai Chu frowned and stared at the wall. The familiar claw marks on the table and chairs looked at the array. He habitually wanted to reach out and compare whether the claw marks belonged to him.
I didn't move my hand, but I suddenly realized something was wrong after I moved.
I don't know what I'm tightly tied up with my hands and wrists. I lifted my head up, and my body was soaring. I couldn't even try any strength in my body. Bai Chu suddenly shook and looked up. Sure enough, I saw the God-Binding Skin wrapped around her hands and hung her.
On the beams!
Van Gogh, you bastard!
Bai Chu was about to scold him when he opened his mouth, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found his tongue against the strip of cloth, "Mmm, Mmmmm--"
How she was tied up by Van Gogh, I can't remember clearly at all. At this moment, if she was not in Qingqiu, she couldn't try any divine power on her. If Van Gogh wanted to do something to her, she wouldn't resist at all.
.
Retribution did not come so quickly!
Bai Chu frowned, twisted his wrist and struggled with the white silk wrapped around his head. The more he moved, the tighter he became. The wrist hurt, as if it had touched some wound, Bai Chu gasped.
She looked up and saw some blood seeping under the white silk wrapped around her wrists.
The blood flowed along her wrists to her elbows, the color was dim and had already dried up, not what she had struggled to get.
Bai Chu was stunned.
At this time, Van Gogh pushed the door of the hall and walked into the hall, glanced under the beam, and said coldly: "Oh, are you awake?"
As he said that, he stopped looking at her and walked straight into the hall.
"Um! Um! Um!!"
Van Gogh heard the sound and stopped walking slightly, and did not look back. He reached out and shook his hand in the air for a moment. The next moment, the strip of cloth on Bai Chu's mouth was untied and fell to the ground.
"Van Gogh, let me down!"
Van Gori ignored it and cast a spell to lift the falling screen on the ground, and walked around the other side of the screen.
"Van Gogh!"
The screen blocks the light and shadows project on it, and it can be seen that the person is taking off his clothes and his movements are extremely slow.
Bai Chu was so angry that he thought he was deliberately delaying her. He was so angry that he kicked his legs in the air, "Fan Gogh, if you have the guts, get out!"
After saying that, the man on the screen took off his last shirt and could vaguely see the strong figure behind the screen through the shadow on the screen. No, this is not the point! "Van Gogh, have the ability to come out to see me!"
The figure on the other side of the screen moved and walked out.
The deep eyebrows and eyes were still the same, the thin lips, which were as thin as a knife, were slightly less blood-colored. The upper body was exposed, and only the lower body was wearing pants.
Bai Chu blinked and looked at his left arm and shoulder. A big bloody gap seemed to be bitten by some wild beast. A piece of flesh could be seen under the bloody color.
I was originally ready to curse people at this time and couldn't say anything at all.
She stared at him, "Bite?"
Van Gogh had no expression on his face, and he raised his eyes and said, "I was bitten."
Bai Chu's eyes lit up, showing some gloating expression, "Which beast bites it? You let me go and I'll grab it and hang it up, so I'll give you a meal and then bake it."
"Take it?" Van Gogh narrowed his eyes, opened his palms, and grabbed a whip from the void, "The beast whose name is Bai, who is biting me, is now hanging in front of me."
Bai Chuyi was stunned and looked at him suspiciously, "I've bitten it?"
He looked at her indifferently, "Don't believe it? Do you want to come over and get the teeth marks?"
"Okay, I can't be wronged for nothing. Let me go and I'll take a look!" These words were said with confidence.
The whip sounded crisply on the ground, "Is it necessary to come over and see it? There should be still some lingering smell in my mouth."
Bai Chu glanced at the whip, his body stiffened, and there was indeed a fishy and sweet smell in his mouth... She swallowed and looked at him firmly, "What happened?"
There was no ups and downs in his words, "Let me slap and I'll tell you."
"Don't bring such a person!" Bai Chuyi looked at him righteously, "I won't marry you if I use lynching!"
Van Gogh snorted coldly, throwing away the whip in his hand, "If you get crazy, you will hurt people. Do you still expect me to marry you?"
"Speak clearly, what's going crazy or not?" Bai Chu's eyes tightened.
After a closer look, there were indeed traces of her on the wound on his shoulder. In the mess, the clearly visible claw marks were obviously taken out by her, but she clearly had no impression.
She only remembers that she served her son a bowl of soup by the Naihe Bridge, and she had no other memories. It was probably already evening, and it was still noon when she was sending Bai Chen by the Naihe Bridge.
She hesitated for a while and asked tentatively: "Where is my son?"
"That boy? You forced you to give me more than a dozen spoonfuls of Mengpo soup, and I will be reincarnated after being beaten."
!!!
Bai Chu was surprised, "What does it mean? I beat my son? I forced Mengpo soup?"
Van Gogh raised his eyes and sneered her, "Don't you remember?"
Bai Chu shook his head honestly.
Van Gogh's face sank, staring at her, "Tell me, what's wrong with your golden eyes, why can't it disappear again?"
A hint of panic flashed through his clear eyes, and the speed was very fast, and it was fleeting in the blink of an eye. Bai Chu still looked at him, and he pretended to be stupid with his eyes open, "You can see these eyes, but I can't see them, how can I know what it is
It doesn't change color at the same time."
Van Gogh remained silent and turned around and continued to walk towards the screen.
Bai Chuyi was anxious, "Let me go first!"
"Let you go? How can you be so cheap?"
His brows were tightly frowned again, and Bai Chu glanced at him, "You are taking personal revenge!"
He turned around and said, "You hang me for a night and a morning. Even if you take revenge, you have only been hanged for half an hour."
Bai Chu kicked his legs hard, frowned and cursed: "Van Gogh, you bastard!"
"Bastard?" He pointed casually at the mess of the palace and the wound on his shoulder, "Look at who is more bastard?"
Bai Chu pursed his lips, stopped cursing awkwardly, and glanced at him, "Even if I don't remember anything, I know, if you didn't provoke me, how could I hurt you?"
The dirty water pushed over again. Van Gogh was too lazy to raise his eyes this time. He walked to the palace gate and opened the door. He directly ordered the servants outside to come in and prepare hot water for him to bathe.
Bai Chuyi was shocked and gritted his teeth, "Van Gogh, you dare to let someone come in!"
It would be fine if he was hanging from him. If someone else came in and saw her hanging from her like this, would she still have any face!
Van Gogh still ignored her and turned his back to let the servants who had been waiting outside the hall enter.
"Ban--" Her voice stuck in her throat, and she saw servants coming in one by one, some went behind the screen to prepare hot water for bathing, and some leaned over and squatted under her feet to clean up the mess on the ground.
Everyone who came in saw her hanging under the beam of the house. After taking a look, they immediately lowered their heads and worked on their own affairs. In those eyes, they seemed to be not even surprised.
Bai Chu looked at Van Gogh at the door awkwardly, and he was talking to his subordinates at the door.
The fox's ears were also sensitive and fierce without using magic. No one at the door avoided her. The voice came directly to her ears, which made her shocked again:
"How is the loss of the Underworld?"
"Eight souls were scared to disperse their souls, forty souls scattered their seven orifices, twenty ghosts still couldn't stand up yet, Meng Po fainted and had not woken up yet, Ming Si and Yan Si were still good.
, it just speaks a little unscrupulously."
"Meng Po is not here, what should I do if I am reincarnation today?"
"Today's reincarnation, the soul behind the little prince can't pass. For the sake of this plan, I can only wait for Meng Po to wake up..." After silence for a while, he spoke carefully, his words were full of worry, "The Fox Emperor bit this bite
I’m afraid that it’s because of the divine power in my teeth. Your Majesty’s wound has not healed yet. Go to the pharmacy to prepare some medicine?”
Van Gogh looked back at Bai Chu, and the latter turned his head and turned his head to the point.
He saw the wounds on her wrists being rubbed by long silk, and turned around and ordered, "Get some."
"promise."
The subordinate nodded and left. Maybe it was because the pharmacy was close to each other, or maybe it was because Van Gogh was beaten by his father in his early years and often needed to use the injury medicine. Not long after the man disappeared, he immediately came over with a varnished dish of wound medicine gauze.
The bottles and jars were placed in a pile on a new table that had just been moved into the Van Gogh Hall.
Van Gogh frowned: "So much?"
The subordinate glanced at Bai Chu who was hanging in the air and grinned, "Are you ready for any trouble, just for emergencies." As he said that, he left before Van Gogh's face sank.
The hot water was ready, and the mess in the hall no longer existed, and all the servants left the hall.
As soon as the door was closed, the hall suddenly became quiet. Van Gogh had no intention of talking to her and walked directly to the bathhouse behind the screen.
Bai Chu pursed his lips and looked at Van Gogh unwillingly. He endured it and said, "Let me down, I'm hungry."
Van Gogh looked at her, "I will never die if I don't eat or drink for two or three days."
"..." Bai Chu bit his lip and tried his best, "I want to relieve myself! I can't hold it in! I don't want to pee on my body!"
Van Gogh's expression remained unchanged. He blinked his fingers, and a urinal came out from somewhere and flew to Bai Chu in front of him, "Do you need me to take off your pants?"