The long whip was covered with black body, with a long body of whip, covered with hard scales, and the barbs were sharp and sharp. The cold light flashed on the scales, and I felt numb all over my body just by looking at it.
"The Lord of God wants to borrow a whip, why would I not agree?" Van Gogh immediately smiled lightly, folded the whip in his hand neatly, held it in both hands and handed it to Bai Qing, "
Use this one, it is light, easy to pick up, strong and does not need to wash it after use.”
Bai Qing didn't even look at him. The golden light in his palm disappeared, and the black python whip in his hand disappeared in an instant. He reached out to take the whip handed over by Van Gogh.
Van Gogh's hands were empty and he looked at Bai Chu on the ground, feeling mixed feelings.
He didn't understand what Bai Chu's golden eyes meant before, but later he understood. Although he was angry that Bai Chu never told him frankly, and that she was angry that she secretly absorbed his divine power, but when she saw her being punished, she felt uncomfortable.
.
Bai Chu buried his head tightly, pressing his hands against his forehead, and his joints could be faintly white.
Van Gogh had never seen Bai Chu look so worried, like a little beast waiting to be slaughtered by a hunter. He curled up tightly, obviously scared, but could not escape, and could only watch the pain fall.
On myself.
She did it with knowledge and couldn't talk about any grievances.
It is not an ordinary small mistake to demote the whip. It is already very cheap to punish the whip. If she really becomes a fallen god, her brother will probably be the first to kill her.
The long whip was raised again, and the whip wind slashed through the air. Bai Chu's body was tense and his lips were pursed tightly.
The whip wind came directly with the force of the strong force, and the whip wind alone seemed to blow through the eardrums.
Bai Chu's fingertips sank into the soil on the ground. As the sharp force came, his waist suddenly tightened and his body suddenly lightened.
The next moment, he was suddenly encircled into a warm embrace.
The long whip sounded crisply and hit the ground at the feet of the two of them, breaking a deep crack.
Van Gogh hugged Bai Chu, circled her waist with one hand and pressed her head with the other, and wrapped her tightly in her arms.
She was really scared, her whole body was trembling, and her face was pale.
He looked down at the traces of the whip on the ground at his feet, and suddenly felt a sudden thrust.
Bai Chu just knelt in front. Although the whip was heading towards Bai Chu, judging from the traces of the whip, it was clear that the one he was standing just now was where he was standing.
This whip would not fall on Bai Chu at all. Even if it is accidentally affected, it will cause at most some scratches.
Looking at the cracks on the ground, if he hadn't taken the initiative to snatch Bai Chu out under the whip... he would have been slapped down...
Van Gogh gasped in his heart, and the person in his arms kept trembling, obviously not recovering from the sound of the whip.
He hugged her tightly, patted her back gently, and comforted her warmly, "Bai Chu, it's okay."
Bai Chu's body stiffened and he quickly turned around and glanced at Bai Feng.
Just as Bai Feng looked over, the eyes were facing each other. The eyes were faint. Although they were cold, they were not cruel and reckless. They made her breathless sigh of relief. She leaned her head against Van Gogh's chest and quietly
Calm down the panic.
"Demon Lord." Bai Qing still held a whip in his hand, and the same indifferent words could not tell his joy or anger.
Van Gogh was very complicated at this moment.
The whip was clearly whipped at him, but on the surface he snatched Bai Chu, who should have been whipped, from under the whip. In other words, it was someone else's family's way of doing things, and he ran over to join in.
At the moment, I clearly want him to give an explanation.
What else can I say? If he didn't rob Bai Chu of the whip, he would naturally have a reason to whip him. Now that he robbed him, the reason must be explained by him in person.
Anyway, the left and right are not at a disadvantage.
"This is not something that Bai Chu can do alone." Van Gogh hugged Bai Chu a little longer, thought about his words, and looked at Bai Feng with his face, "Bai Chu is certainly wrong, but if I don't
Cooperate, she will definitely not be able to make this mistake. God’s punishment must be fair, right?”
The two of them are not something that can be accomplished by just one person's wish. Your sister wants to join me, and I cooperate. It's not her fault that you are willing to do this. In public, souls float around you.
Swipe away, old fox, is it appropriate for you to force me to say this?
Bai Chu in his arms raised his eyes to look at him gently, with the golden eyes shining sharply, but his voice was still trembling, "You have known about this long ago?"
Van Gogh lowered his eyes and his voice warmed up: "You suddenly became crazy that day, and I can't help but doubt."
I doubted it, and naturally found the problem.
Even if she insisted on not saying it, he would know it from other ways.
There was a hint of undetectable confusion in his eyes. Bai Chu looked at him tightly and took his expression into his eyes without falling apart, "You... don't hate me?" I hate me to hide it from you, I hate me to eat you
Divine power?
Her black hair was out of shackles of jewelry, and she was scattered in a mess, looking down and miserable. Van Gogh reached out and pushed the sender that had touched her ears behind her, "I don't hate you, but I'm angry."
He looked at him with his eyes, "Have you calmed down?"
"not yet."
Bai Chu pursed his lips, his heart felt unforgettable, and his eyes dimmed, "Then you snatch me out of the underside of the whip."
"Bai Chu, I feel uncomfortable when I see you hurt."
"Just uncomfortable?" Bai Chu stared at him, "You are not dizzy."
Van Gogh smiled and combed her hair carefully with her hands, "Okay, I feel sorry."
Bai Chu smiled, wrapped his arms around his body, snuggled into his arms, glanced at Bai Feng on one side, lowered his eyes, and his face became a little hot.
Since she met Van Gogh, the two of them have always been close to each other, but it was the first time that they had so blatantly posed in front of their brother.
Mingshi covered his lips and cleared his throat. Is it really appropriate to show his love so openly?
Bai Qing looked calm, threw the whip and said lightly: "You will get married tomorrow."
Tomorrow...Tomorrow?
Bai Chu looked at him in surprise, with no other unnecessary expression in his indifferent face. She knew that her brother would let her marry Van Gogh as soon as possible after knowing this, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.
Bai Chu hesitated and said, "Brother..."
"I don't want to."
A slightly deep voice came from the top of his head. Bai Chu raised his eyes and looked at Van Gogh, and his heart suddenly seemed to fall into the frozen and broken water on the river.
He said, don't want to? Bai Chu was slightly stunned.
"Don't you?" His narrow eyes narrowed, and a cold light appeared in his indifferent eyes. "Does the Demon Lord think that the sister-in-law is not worthy of you?"
"The Lord of God will not be responsible for my marriage." His delicate face was full of coldness, and the purple-robed manly temperament was as tall as a mountain.
"What does the Demon Lord mean?"
Van Gogh looked at Bai Chu and lowered his eyes lightly, "How can a wedding that only once in his life be done is hasty? Do you think?"
Bai Chu was stunned, and his heart, which fell into the glacier, suddenly became warm and warm, as if he wanted to steam the ice water around him. She never thought that he was still thinking about her at this time.
It was a foregone conclusion that they got married. He never valued the ceremony, but she... was a little concerned.
She has seen Dayi's wedding, Xin Si's wedding, and Chi Sheng's wedding. She has hoped that one day she would look like when she became a bride.
She had never told him about such a thing before. But she had never thought about it, and he had always known it.
Caught off guard, but really.
"Van Gogh." She looked straight at him, and couldn't find any words to say to him. Just looking at it, she suddenly realized that this face that had been seen for tens of thousands of years could not be seen enough.
He smiled, "I'm here."
She buried her arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest, feeling the ups and downs of her chest and the beating of her heart.
I never thought that this person was so beautiful. It was as beautiful as he walked out of a dream.
She bent her lips, and a thin layer of redness was slightly exposed on her face.
She heard the voice above her head, "Seven days, seven days later, I will go to Qingqiu to marry the emperor."
Seven days are the maximum period he can fight for her. Although seven days are short, it is enough to do what he should do.
"That's great." Bai Qing looked at the two people hugging each other indifferently, and suddenly felt that the scene became awkward.
The little girl who had been raising for more than 100,000 years was not by his side and pulled his sleeves to play, but ran to another man's arms. No matter how she looked, he felt... unhappy. He looked away, "Bai Chu,"
,come over."
Bai Chu turned his head from Van Gogh's arms, "What are you doing in the past...?"
Bai Feng was so anxious that when did he ask her to do something and need a reason? He glanced at Van Gogh, "Bai Chu, you are not married yet."
Bai Chu's ears burned and he quickly came out of Van Gogh's arms.
"Go back with me, Jiuyou is not the place you should stay for the time being." After saying a word, he held Ming Shi's hand beside him, turned around and left, giving Bai Chu no choice at all.
Bai Chu frowned, and Ai Ai looked at Van Gogh.
"If you don't come to Jiuyou, I'll go to Qingqiu to find you."
Bai Qing, who was in front of him, responded lightly without looking back, "The wedding date has not come, so it's better for the Demon Lord to come to Qingqiu less."
Van Gogh's face changed.
Ming Shi, who followed Bai Feng, suddenly stopped.
Bai Feng tilted his head, "What?"
"Fox, I just remembered that I was not married to you, either." Ming Shi shook Bai Qing's hand and showed a scheming smile on his face, "It's not appropriate to go to Qingqiu at this time."
"Oh." Bai Feng responded lightly, holding her hand again and again, "I don't mind."
"..." Fox, can you be more thick-skinned!
"Achu, I'm back."
Bai Chu looked at Van Gogh and silently turned his head and followed Bai Qing's direction.
As he got closer, he saw the two holding hands, Bai Chu immediately frowned, ran forward in two or three steps, separated the two hands, hugged Fan Bai's arms, and glared at them fiercely.
At a glance, “This location is mine, mine!”
Bai Feng glanced at her, "Is this mental recovery very fast?"
Bai Chu was shivering by him for no reason. The slap before was not merciless, but now it still hurts on his side. Thinking of the whip that had not been knocked down just now, Bai Chu pursed his lips and let go of him unwillingly.
hand.
Bai Feng looked down at her, and suddenly felt very good. He leaned over and approached her slightly, curled his lips and smiled, "Is he really scared?"
Scared? Scared?
Bai Chu stared at him with his eyes wide open, and his expression was very wonderful.