The urinal in front of me is made of celadon, with exquisite shape and unique appearance. The top is carved with complicated phoenix patterns, either roasted by fire, flooded by water, or shed hair. It is very lively and lifelike. Looking closely, it looks quite like
Only black phoenix.
Bai Chu's eyes sank and kicked the urinal off with one kick, "Rogue!"
Van Gogh sideways avoided the urinal that was smashed, and he pulled open his belt, walked around the screen, and entered the bath.
Bai Chu was silent, looking at the light and shadow of the man bathing on the screen, his eyes unwavering for a moment.
Her ears were so good, and the hall was too close, and the sound of water was clear. He washed his face so clearly that she could clearly feel the water slid along his nose to his lips, and then to his chin,
The neck was around the Adam's apple, flowed down from the chest, and then merged into the pool of water.
I slowly imagined the scene when he was bathing in my mind. The man was naked in the pool, and the water was filled with mist around him, and a little haze covered his body...
Bai Chu pursed his lips and suddenly felt a little dry.
Want to see it very much!
She heard her voice softly, uncontrollably coming out of her mouth, with a clear aggrieved and pitiful voice in her words, "Can you... move the screen away..."
Over there, the sound of water stopped slightly. The man's shadow on the screen slowly leaned towards the pool wall, leaned his head on the jade pillow beside the pool wall, and then remained motionless.
Van Gogh had no intention of paying attention to her, and now she was probably going to sleep in the pool for a while.
In the hall, the sound was even quieter. She could clearly hear the steady chest of the man by the bathhouse and the thin breathing between his nose, and Bai Chu's eyes became dim.
When he slept, he didn't know how long he would sleep. Bai Chubai turned his body boredly and looked around his bedroom. The previous mess was gone, but the claw marks on the wall did not disappear.
The sharp claw marks were deeply sunk into the wall for more than an inch, obviously using some strength.
She raised her eyes and looked at her hand. Her middle finger nails on her right hand were a little broken. As Van Gogh said, it should be that she suddenly became crazy and fell into a demonic obstacle.
Is it a devil...
She withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes slightly, and her expression became slightly complicated.
An unintentional fear overflows from the depths of the heart, hits the heart, and goes straight into every trace of blood vessel divine essence.
The consequence of her reckless engagement with Van Gogh before marriage is that she has gradually begun to lose control of herself.
It is not scary to get from immortals to demons. Gods are gods, and demons are also gods. There is no essential difference between the two. But if they are fallen and fallen gods... they are definitely not tolerated between heaven and earth, and they will be punished by heaven.
God is not the highest existence in the three realms. There is heaven above God and heaven has the way of heaven. A fallen god will never allow a fallen god to exist in the world.
The reason in her heart told her that she must marry Van Gogh as soon as possible, but Bai Yi's injuries from Tianlei have not healed and cannot take over the position of the Fox Emperor for the time being.
Marrying with the throne is equivalent to marrying with Qingqiu. She must not marry with the throne with Van Gogh. But she didn't know when the depravity that would come out, but she didn't know what she would do.
The thoughts are complicated like fishing, with layers of ropes and thousands of knots intertwined, and when they are mixed together, they are in chaos.
Van Gogh spent a long time in the Li Temple.
The hall was very quiet, and most of the candles on both sides had burned away. The dizzy lights reflected in her eyes, making her eyes confused in a daze.
After a long time of struggle, her whole body was sore and weak, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier as soon as she drooped. In fact, she didn't feel much sleepy, just the candlelight made her eyes tired. She closed her eyes slightly, thinking about closing her eyes slightly.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the figure on the screen moving on the other side of the bath.
A little sleepiness swept away, and she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the figure, her eyes unchanged for a moment.
Then, Van Gogh came out of the other end of the screen in his middle clothes, and without looking at her, he waved his hand to turn off the lights in the room.
The eyes suddenly became dark.
The fox had good night vision, and even if the lights were turned off, she could clearly see the situation inside.
She watched Van Gogh walk towards the bed, lifted the quilt and got on the bed.
I never paid attention to her at all.
Bai Chu, who was unwilling to be ignored, frowned and said in a muffled voice: "Let me down."
The sound echoed in the hall and disappeared in the air for a moment, but he still ignored her.
Bai Chu pursed his lips and his voice softened: "When is it now?"
Van Gogh lay down on the bed, "Xu time."
"Go to bed so early?" she said softly, "It's still early now. You don't sleep at this time on weekdays. Why don't you get up and talk to me? Or... put me down?"
Van Gogh pulled the quilt and turned over, but didn't answer.
Bai Chuxin made a fuss and softened his voice, "Van Gogh, Van Gogh..."
One sound after another, the sound was glutinous and soft, as if it could be blown up by the wind.
She frowned as she looked at his brows, thoughts moved, and said in a softer voice: "It's so early, how can you sleep peacefully alone? Why don't you let me down and accompany you?"
Van Gogh pulled off the bed curtain from the bed hook, blocking her gaze.
Bai Chu bit his lip, "Van Gogh!"
No one paid attention to her.
"Van Gogh Van Gogh Van Gogh Van Gogh Van Gogh Van Gogh Van Gogh!!!" Bai Chu's usual idea since he was a child was that he would never feel comfortable when he was uncomfortable. She had not yet slept, even if she had a big fuss
Don't let others sleep peacefully, "Hang a woman under the beam of the house, Van Gogh, you are not a man!"
The bed curtain was suddenly opened from the inside.
"Don't you know best if I am a man?"
Bai Chuyi choked and glared at him fiercely, "Let me down!"
"I didn't close my eyes all night last night, and today I was tormented by you again. Can you let me lie down for a while?" Van Gogh glanced at her and reached out to close the curtain of the bed.
The moment the bed curtain closed, Bai Chu glanced sharply at the other side of his injured shoulder, and there seemed to be no sign of medicine. He felt very awkward in his heart. She frowned and stared at the bed curtain, "You
...At least I will take some medicine before going to bed. If it is inconvenient to apply medicine by myself, I will put it down and my medicine skills are very good-"
"Shut up."
Bai Chu frowned and stopped talking.
It was obvious that he didn't have this attitude when he was in Qingqiu in the morning, and I don't know why he provoked him. He was lukewarm to her all night.
Such a situation has not happened for tens of thousands of years since they met and met.
In the past, no matter how much she angered him, he could at least squeeze out a little smile and talk to her with a gloomy look. Why is it so strange today?
Originally, the lights were full of sleepiness, but now the candlelight was gone, and the tiredness was pouring in the dark environment like a tide.
The feeling of being hung is very uncomfortable, and I feel tired at once, and I am awakened by the rubbing of Changwei.
It has been repeated many times.
I don’t know how long it took, but her eyelids slowly sank, and her whole mind was in chaos.
In a daze, she felt the bonds on her wrist suddenly disappear, and her body suddenly fell.
Then, it was firmly caught by the arms below.
Caught out of control, she was a little dazed, in his arms.
At this time, her eyelids became heavier and heavier. She leaned against her warm chest. She could clearly feel his middle clothes were soft and soft, warm and hot. The inexplicable sleepiness was invading from the depths of her eyes.
.
She buried her head in his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.
Several chaos and several erratic movements.
In the dream, there is a blooming sea of Manzhusha flowers. It is different from the fiery red flowers on the roadside of Huangquan, but a white jade color like clouds. In the white sea of flowers, the man is wearing a purple robe, and just a figure is called
The man moved his eyes and in the dream, she called him. He turned around, with a beautiful face, and a slight smile, she was so beautiful.
My heart seemed to be melted by the smile, warm and soft, turning into a pool of water and steaming into a cloud.
The whole person was floating.
She walked towards him, and he stood there waiting for her to come with a smile.
As he approached, he stretched out a hand towards her. His palm was spreading upwards, his five fingers were slender, his joints were distinct, and he looked as tight as jade.
Her hand was placed on his palm, and he chuckled, bent his fingers and grabbed her, drawing her into his arms.
She leaned gently in his arms, and her dark eyes instantly turned golden, and her five fingers turned into claws, tearing him into two directly! Then she turned into a fox and swallowed him into her stomach in one mouthful—
"Van Gogh—"
Bai Chu opened his eyes in panic, and the light was bright.
It was soft under my body, and there was a slightly familiar bed in front of me. I realized that I was having a nightmare after a vague moment. The bed was clear at a glance. She was the only one except for the bedding. Bai Chu suddenly tightened his heart and subconsciously lifted the quilt to see if there was any inside.
Bloodstains.
"Awaken?" A familiar voice came faintly, and then the bed curtain was pulled open from the outside. Van Gogh looked at her naked, "If you wake up, come over and apply medicine to me."
His whole body was wet with cold sweat. Looking at Van Gogh, Bai Chu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't stand stupidly, there is movement in the sea of flowers in the Huangquan."
Speaking of the sea of flowers, Bai Chu woke up and got out of bed neatly, "What's wrong with the sea of flowers?"
"A servant came to report that Manjussahua turned white this morning."
Bai Chu felt a sudden thrill in his heart, "White...white?!"
"Fuss." Van Gogh looked at her, "Man Zhushahua's spiritual power was sucked away, and the blood color naturally disappeared."
Bai Chu came to a daze for a while, "You mean, did the glass stones on the sea of flowers react?"
"There is a reaction, but you have to see it yourself before you know what to do." He came over and stuffed a bottle into her hand. "Don't stand there, I promised to apply medicine to me."
"Oh." I still recalled the previous dream in my mind. The divine dream can usually foresee what will happen in the future, but that dream is too...
Bai Chuxin absent-mindedly took the medicine bottle, pulled the plug and raised his head to put it in his mouth.
Van Gogh quickly grabbed the medicine bottle with his eyes and looked at her with disgust, "Bai Chu, are you really hungry?"
"Ah?" Bai Chu was unaware of it.
One hand covered her forehead directly, wonderingly, "Didn't it burn? Could it be that my bloodline was not smooth for an hour and I became stupid?"
Bai Chu frowned and knocked down his hand, "Don't you want to apply medicine? Where is the medicine?"
Van Gogh looked at her with a complicated expression, handed over the medicine again, and said, "This is the medicine, don't help swallowing it in one bite."