There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air.
It was already dark, and a small pavilion fell in the west of Qingqiu, and the overlapping curtains emitted a dizzy light inside.
The light reflected on the glass bead curtain, reflecting a bright golden color.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, your good nephew is really..." The woman chuckled softly and walked in from outside the hall.
Van Gogh, who was lying on the bed, looked at her and sneered, "What are you here to do?"
Outside the bead curtain, a woman's blue shirt and long robe, black hair tied into a side-length bun, and a few long silver hairpins inclined. It was not a luxurious makeup, but because of the smile on her eyes, she inexplicably added a bit of charm.
Ming Shi picked up a white porcelain bottle in his hand and signaled to Van Gogh, "When the aunt saw that her nephew was injured, she would naturally come over and see it."
The candlelight was bright, and the golden light reflected by the glass in the room was dazzling. Van Gogh pulled the corner of his mouth, "I dare not take it."
"Tsk tsk, your temper is just like your father." Through the pearl curtain, the woman's bright eyes were filled with a little cunning, and her voice was quiet, "Did I call you or provoke you?"
Van Gogh looked over, "I didn't call me, nor did I mess with me. In the last half of the whip, God, you are so good at whip."
Ming Shi narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, "Yo, have you been discovered?"
Van Gogh laughed coldly, "You and I have the same clan, and Shenze is naturally similar, so it is difficult not to be discovered."
At noon today, the last of the thirty-three heavenly punishments was intercepted halfway by someone. The last halfway that was finally brought down not only was the original heavenly punishment, but also a whip inside with Shenze, which made him faint.
In front of you, the initiator is here, and it is difficult for Van Gogh to give her a good face.
"What does the saying in the world say?" Ming Shi smiled meaninglessly, "I endure hardships and have the best in the direction. My aunt is helping you."
"Help me?" Van Gogh sneered.
Ming Shi stepped forward a few steps and reached out to touch the shaking bead curtain. "Our fox is full of bad water. You are too young and have to be played with by him. How can we, the supreme emperor of the Demon Realm, be at the mercy of others? It hurts my aunt to look at it, and I can't help but help."
"Your fox? The only one in your family who has something to do with you is now seriously injured in front of you." Van Gogh glanced at her side, "Divine Lord, don't forget, the old fox hasn't said to marry you yet, be careful to play with you and pay yourself."
Ming Shi raised his eyebrows, "Nephew, you look unpleasant like your father."
Van Gogh was picky, "Aunt you are so kind that my Father God wants to usurp your throne."
The eyes were facing each other, and there was a strange look in their eyes. Then, the corners of their lips were slightly tied, and they raised their faces and smiled.
Ming Shi opened the curtain and entered the inner room. Van Gogh had not changed his clothes. His clothes were tattered and bloody. Ming Shi glanced at the wound on his body, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This injury is not adulterated at all. If there is such a thing, the little girl from the Bai family is probably going to be devoted to you. She will earn a beauty after being injured. You will not lose if you are nephew."
Van Gogh ignored her unbridled look at him, stared at her, sneering, "It's more than this one that's not bad."
"Of course it's not just this." Ming Shi touched his gaze, his eyes sank slightly, his lips curled up, and he smiled slightly, "The fox is the most precious sister. His little Achu suffered a little loss, so he naturally got back all the harm that you took away from her."
The eyes like black jade were so dark that it was as unpredictable as if they could not see the abyss, but the smile on their lips did not diminish at all.
He had to come and block the whip that Bai Chu should have been given.
The old fox had a good plan. He abolished the throne of Bai Chu and punished thirty-three days. If he didn't come to get the whip for Bai Chu at this time, after Bai Chu was actually beaten, the old fox would naturally make a sound of wind and go to the Demon Realm. He committed the same thing as Bai Chu, and Bai Chu's result was that he was abolished. Then, in order to reflect fairness, his demon world had to adopt the same approach as Qingqiu, abolish his position, and then he was punished by heaven again.
At that time, Ming Shi should be able to take power again. At that time, the old fox will marry Ming Shi again, which is equivalent to giving the entire demon world a dowry to Qingqiu.
You can get a demon world by whipping Bai Chuyi. Why not? Anyway, you can't kill him.
Van Gogh went to stop the whip for Bai Chu, and the old fox would not lose. Even if he couldn't take the Demon Realm, the whip was hit on Van Goh, which would not hurt Qingqiu. Seeing the bastard who had abducted his sister and was tortured, the old fox would not be more happy.
What about foxes? There will only be a saying that they will make more or less profitable, and they will never make any loss.
As for the Ming Dynasty, the last half of the whip was so good.
In Qingqiu, Bai Qing made small moves under her nose, which she could do. She had no grudges with Van Gogh, so Bai Chu naturally couldn't imagine that the last whip was stopped by her.
The bitterness on the flesh was eaten by Van Gogh, but the result in the end was not too bad.
By then, Bai Chu suspected that Bai Feng would be so angry...
Mingshi looked at him for a while, "I heard that when the brother and sister quarrel, Xiaobai Chu wouldn't have the advantage?"
Van Gogh frowned, "You have fun with the old fox, don't combine Bai Chugan."
Ming Shi was slightly stunned, and looked at him for a moment, his lips opened slightly, and he laughed, "Oh, nephew, do you really fall in love with that girl from the Bai family?"
Van Gogh frowned even more, and he turned his head impatiently, "It's a big deal."
"Yo, are you still shy?" Ming Shi leaned close to him, his eyes lit up, "This is what your father looked like when he was caught by me when he was peeking at Dayi in the shower!"
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Mingshi narrowed his eyes, "The Bai family girl is so good, she is a little wild."
Van Gogh's eyes sank, "You don't need to say whether it's wild or not."
"Tsk tsk, I've been protecting myself before I've been married." Ming Shi smiled slowly, rolled up his sleeves slowly, and said, "Go to rest, I'll give you medicine."
Van Gogh looked at her and fell back unwillingly. Tian Fei's injuries were difficult to heal themselves, so he could only treat them with the medicine to recuperate. The injuries were behind him, so he could not touch them, so he could only rely on others.
Ming Shi pinched a corner of his back clothes, "Tsk tsk, the flesh and blood stick together with the clothes. If this layer of cloth is pulled apart, you will have to hurt again, so bear it--"
Before he could finish his words, he heard the man lying on the bed screaming.
Mingshi was stunned. She looked at her hands and had not pulled the cloth yet. Why is this kid...
The boy in front of him turned his back faster than reading the book. He was expressionless just now, but now he was in a state of pain.
It made her wonder if she accidentally touched his wound? She didn't feel the pain when she was whipped before!
Mingshi's face was solemn. How could he leave it alone? She was about to ask, but suddenly heard a voice coming from behind:
"What are you doing?"
Mingshi turned his head and looked out of the curtain. The girl from the Bai family stood outside the curtain, staring at her angrily, holding a small porcelain bottle in her hand.
Mingshi immediately understood, glanced at Van Gogh, who was wearing a weak bed, picked up the medicine bottle in his hand and shook it at Bai Chu, "Give him the medicine to hurt him."
Van Gogh groaned very well at this time.
Bai Chu clearly saw the blood on Mingshi's hand. He frowned and pulled open the curtain and strode in. He squeezed Kai Mingshi blocked Van Gogh and looked at her, "You hurt him!"
Mingshi was choked by this, his eyes crossed Bai Chu's shoulders and fell onto the bed. The boy who was still haggard just now had his shoulders trembling, covering his lips and laughing.
The next moment, I lifted my sleeves and went up to teach people a lesson, "You boy--"
Bai Chu glared fiercely, "This is Qingqiu, not your Jiuyou!"
Ming Shi frowned and took a cold look back half a step back.
Bai Chu had time to see Van Gogh's injuries. As soon as he turned around, he saw Van Gogh's weak look. His heart was thrust, and his voice softened first, "Does it hurt?"
Van Gogh looked at her, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her words were still weak and weak, "It hurts a little."
Mingshi glanced at Van Gogh, and his expression was vivid. It would be a pity not to act in the mortal world!
Bai Chu pursed his lips, his eyes full of shame, "My brother issued an order to prevent you from living in my place, it is inconvenient."
He looked at her firmly and softened his voice, "It's inconvenient for you and I haven't gotten married yet."
Bai Chu shook the porcelain bottle in his hand and pouted, "But this place is far from me. If I come here, I have to pass by the door of my brother's bedroom, which is even more inconvenient." At the end, he added, "Brother, don't let me see you, I... came here secretly."
Van Gogh looked at her quietly, "Bai Chu, you still have injuries on your body."
"It's okay." Bai Chu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his back. "The blood is clotted, so you have to tear your clothes open first when applying medicine."
Van Gogh nodded.
Bai Chu reached out and was about to move the layer of cloth that was tightly pressed against blood. He paused the moment he touched the fabric, frowned and turned around, "What are you still doing here?"
Ming Shi leaned against the screen and looked over, "Xiao Achu, you have to pay attention to the first and then come."
Bai Chu smiled slightly, "The God Lord ran to my fiancé's room in the middle of the night, and wanted to untidy my husband's clothes?"
The girl raised by the fox is the same as him! Mingshi's expression was very wonderful and complicated. He glared at Van Gogh, lifted the curtain and went out.
Finally, there were only two people left in the hall.
Bai Chu turned his head and met Van Gogh with a smile on his face.
His handsome face was brilliant, with a pair of dark eyes looking at her, his voice hoarse, "What did you call me just now?"
Bai Chu's face turned red, and his eyes soon became yin. He pulled the clothes on his back and tore them hard.
Van Gogh gasped.
"You have to be more and more talented, you guys have a good time for me!"
Her clothes were torn in half from her back and were thrown to the ground with blood clots. Van Gogh silently hugged her head and buried her face in the pillow, "Miss, you are so fierce, I won't marry you anymore."
Bai Chu frowned, and his hands, who had just cast a spell to clean up his bloody back, patted him heavily on his back, "Who is it fierce!"
Van Gogh was slapped by this palm and his internal organs were swollen. He immediately changed his words, "The man who just left was fierce!"