The wound on Van Gogh's shoulder was not treated yesterday, but today it was still covered in blood.
After a closer look, it was indeed damaged by the bones. There were traces of sharp teeth on the shoulder blades that were clearly visible in the blood.
The medicine powder was evenly spread on his head, Bai Chu looked at his wound and teased: "Van Gogh, you have a very thick skin. I used so much force to bite it, but I only bit off such a piece of land."
Van Gogh twitched the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to bite my entire shoulder?"
Bai Chu curled his lips, picked up the gauze that had been prepared on the side, and covered it with the wound.
Van Gogh gasped, "Be gentle."
"I took a shower with my wound yesterday and didn't even scream. I started to hum if I put on medicine." That's what I said, when the gauze was wrapped around my hands, my movements softened.
The injury is on the shoulder, which is a place where you often need to move, and bandages are not easy to tie. If it were another person, he would have to be at a loss. Bai Chu has been beaten and injured many times since he was a child, so he changed his clothes and tied a bandage.
His skills were also first-class. The bandage was wrapped around his armpit and behind his back, and in a short while the bandage at the wound was firmly fixed.
"This injury will heal itself, so you have to take care of those ten days and half a month. During this period, try to lift your left arm as little as possible." Bai Chu wrapped the bandage a few more times, about three inches under his armpit.
After tied it up, the clothes will not affect you in normal times. "By the way, can you find the bitten piece of meat?"
Van Gogh looked back at her, "Want to know?"
"If you can find the best method to heal and restore it, the injury will heal immediately." After packing up the medicine bottle and the medicine jar, Bai Chu cleaned his hands in the basin of the waterside.
The plain hands are white and the white wrist is smooth and smooth. The wound that was wrapped in the tangled god of the tyrant yesterday has healed automatically after sleeping for a night.
Van Gogh handed her a handkerchief and said leisurely: "You chew that piece of meat, it's in your stomach at this moment."
No wonder I woke up this morning and felt that my spiritual power had increased slightly...
Bai Chu looked back at him, wiped the water from his hands, and squeezed out a smile in a flattering way, "Your Majesty is really self-sacrificing yourself."
Van Gogh smiled coldly, smiling and not smiling. He opened his unharmed arm and "changed."
I was really ready to use her now. Bai Chu threw away the veil and looked him up and down, "If your Majesty wants to change clothes, please read it yourself. If you want to enjoy it, call the maid guarding outside the hall.
Come in and serve. I have never done anything to serve others."
"The clothes are outside the curtain behind." He didn't even look at her, his hand still stretched out. Finally, he added, "You made my underworld order chaotic. Yesterday, I only hung you for an hour."
The threat in the words is obvious.
"This is a very interesting thing about dressing people." Bai Chuyi pulled open the curtain on his back and smiled, "Does His Majesty want to wear that white and purple piece today? It's the silver tattoo embroidered
The robe with mandala embroidered with it looks a little familiar, as if it is the same one I was wearing today.”
After the words finished, the last thing he said had already been on her arm.
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced at his clothes. This was something he had changed into when he got up this morning.
After the relationship between the two was settled, Van Gogh's clothes were never missing in Van Gogh's bedroom, and Van Gogh's regular clothes were also indispensable in Bai Chu's bedroom.
The mandala flowers with purple threads around the hem of the white clothes are covered with white and purple, layer by layer of frost, brilliant and luxurious.
Both of them were weaving clothes in accordance with their uniforms. Because they were of the same rank and status, the fabrics of the uniforms were almost the same. In addition, they were already close, so the Weaving Girl occasionally was lazy and had the same style.
The clothes are made into two pieces for men and women.
I especially remember that when they first met, the styles and patterns of their clothes were the same.
In the world and wilderness, no one except the other party has the same style of clothes as them. Among the gods in the Three Realms of Jiuzhou, only the two of them can have the same style of clothes.
At this moment, when Bai Chu personally dressed Van Gogh and tied his belt, he inevitably had some physical contact with him.
He lowered his head on his chest, tied his slender knuckles flexibly, tied the inside and the outside, tied the collar, and wrapped the belt around.
The slightly drooping long eyelashes were neat, and the golden eyes were visible inside. The mouth was obviously dissatisfied, but when it was actually done, she was patient and meticulous. She tied her belt and wrapped it around the jade ring, but she did not forget to put the tassels under the jade ring.
Smooth sorting.
As she walked around him, the hem of the robe was raised lightly, and the mandala at the robe was jumping, gently brushing the same lines on the hem of his robe, reflecting each other, like flowers blooming and stalks.
A faint smile appeared in Van Gogh's eyes, pulled her into her arms, kissed her smooth forehead, and murmured softly, "Bai Chu, I like you."
"What?" The sound was too light and the murmur was a little vague. Bai Chu had only had time to hear his name clearly, and this sentence passed.
Van Gogh smiled slightly and held her hand, "It's time to leave, go to the Huangquan to see the flowers."
====================== This is the scene divider where you can see the flowers and you will see the accident.
On both sides of the Huangquan Road, it is a holy white.
Unlike the arrogant and proud standing in the past, Manzhu Shahua is all hanging her crown and lowering her head. The petals are as silk as silk, and the appearance is as beautiful as the leaves are transformed into leaves, and the petals are rolled together, scattering like floating clouds.
The sea of white flowers is leaning down, and the back of a blue shirt is reflected in the eyes. The long hair is like a waterfall, and it is straight down to the knee.
As if I noticed something, my figure moved slightly, tilted my head slightly, revealing an exquisite side face, and there was a lilac pattern hidden on my forehead, which was very mysterious.
The slightly stern gods dispersed everywhere, and the souls floating around all lowered their heads and dared not look up.
Before Bai Chu and Van Gogh arrived in the underworld, they saw such a scene from a distance.
The breeze blew by, and the manzhusha was graceful and graceful. His blue shirt was faintly white. He was suddenly pulled by a sudden white shadow in the flowers, and his whole body fell into the flowers.
"Fox, you are cheating again!"
The woman's voice was half annoyed, and as soon as she said that she was covered by a smile from Qing Xun.
In the flowers, the man in white clothes rose up, stretched out his hand and held the woman in blue clothes.
With an extremely familiar and beautiful face, the golden divine pattern in the forehead seemed to be deeper than before. With just one glance, Bai Chu's heart pounded violently.
Even though I was prepared, when I saw that someone appeared in front of me safely, the excitement and joy that overflowed from the depths of my heart could not be expressed. I felt an impulse in my heart, just want to rush over and pounce in his arms and listen to him
The familiar voice called her "Achu".
On the other side of the flowers, the man seemed to notice something, his head tilted slightly, and looked towards Bai Chu.
Bai Chu quickly pulled Van Gogh against him and then pulled him hard, and then he pulled him hard, and the two of them avoided behind the huge rock on the side.
Van Gogh looked at her leaning against the stone, "Why, don't you want to see him?"
Bai Chu's eyes flew away from the huge rock and glanced at the man before. He only breathed a relaxed sigh when he saw that the man hadn't looked here again.
"How could it be so fast? Chi Su's soul was scattered back then. It took him 30,000 years to condense his soul, and it only took him a few months?" Bai Chu grabbed Van Gogh's sleeve and clenched it tightly.
"Chi Su really sacrificed the world back then. At most, your brother was pretending to die. Can it be the same?" Van Gogh's eyes lit up, staring at her, and stretching out his hand to cover her hand, "What's wrong with you? You're so nervous,
The hands are cold.”
Bai Chu bit his lip, put his eyes aside and looked out of him, and secretly looked out of the huge rock, and saw the two people in the flowers coming here side by side.
She was shocked, "Van Gogh, your cultivation is deeper than me, and the tricks you use are not easy to be discovered by my brother. You can use a magic trick to turn my eyes into black, hurry!"
Van Gogh frowned, "What will happen if it doesn't change?"
Didn't ask the reason, just the consequences, what did he know? Bai Chu's eyes flashed in panic. Seeing the two people getting closer and closer, she didn't have so much time to think about Van Gogh and stared at him, "You
Change or not?!"
Van Go looked at her with a complicated expression, "If you don't say it, forget it." He turned his head, walked around her, and walked out of the huge rock. The next moment, his wide sleeves sank, Van Gogh lowered his eyes and twitched his lips.
She actually turned into a little fox and crawled into his sleeve?
He climbed up along his arms in a furry manner, fearing that there was no place to hide around him.
In the blink of an eye, Yibai and Yiqing had already walked in front of him.
The white robe is handsome and indifferent, and it is exactly the white robe.
Van Gogh's eyes fell on the man beside Bai Qing. His blue clothes were gorgeous, his face was beautiful, and his forehead was magnificent with a magnificent pattern, just like him. Even if he had never seen it before, it was not difficult to know at one glance.
Her identity.
His father's only elder sister, the man who once usurped his grandfather's throne of Demon Lord, was seized by his father. His legitimate aunt, Chongjin.
Among the three realms, the most powerful goddess was once the most powerful.
After a moment of retracting his gaze, Van Gogh nodded slightly to the two, "Two Gods, long-lost."
"Demon Lord."
This indifferent voice was normal, but the fox in Van Gogh's sleeve shook when he heard it.
The woman in green had a pair of eyes that were as deep and slender as Van Gogh. She took two steps forward and looked up and down at Van Gogh.
In the dark eyes, waves flowed, and soon the corners of his mouth curled up and gently raised them, "What is hidden in his sleeve?"
Van Gogh looked back at her indifferently, "A fox."
Bai Chu bit his arm hard in his sleeve.
"Fox?" the woman raised her eyebrows and glanced at Bai Feng meaningfully, "Your relative?"
Bai Qian's eyes glanced over and fell into Van Gogh's cuffs, "The Demon Lord raises foxes in Jiuyou?"
Bai Chu's teeth in his sleeve were pressed against his arm, and as long as he dared to say a word, he would bite it directly. Van Gogh held his lips, "Bai Chu's pet, keep it for my generation."
"She can't even raise herself, and she still has a pet?" Bai Qian reached out and hooked her hand in the air, "I want to see what kind of little fox can catch her eyes."
Bai Chu in his sleeve had to grab Van Gogh's arm in a hurry, so he was directly sucked out by this force.