Sprinkle the powder evenly little by little, and just cover the layer of blood, and then slowly soak it.
Bai Chu carefully applied medicine to Van Gogh, and his movements were gentle and meticulous: "This injury will not be cured within six days."
When she lowered her head, a strand of black hair slid down and fell on her neck and chest. Van Gogh narrowed his black eyes slightly, smiled in a low voice, and reached out to catch the strand of hair, "Why, I'm worried that I won't get married in six days?"
Bai Chu glared at him, pulled the strand of hair out of his hand, and looked at him seriously, "There is a place that can heal your wounds within six days, will you go or not?"
Van Gogh leaned sideways with his forehead, smiling lightly as he said, "Bai Chu, are you going to take me to the mortal world?"
One day in the two realms of immortals and demons, one year in the mortal world.
Even in Qingqiu, where all the immortals and demons are present, the time below the main peak is different from the time algorithm above the main peak.
If the six days above the main peak of Qingqiu are in the mortal world for sixty years, it will be sixty years. In the past sixty years, if you have a wound, you will not worry about healing.
"You go or not?"
Van Gogh smiled, "Bai Chu, are you going to have a family with me before marriage? If so, I will consider it..."
Bai Chu had no expression on his face, "I don't want to go."
As he said that, he packed up the medicine bottle and was about to leave.
Van Gogh could naturally see that Bai Chu was in a bad mood. Youyou looked at her and turned around and picked up the curtains, and said lightly: "Bai Chu, if you want to see your son, just say it, you don't need to use my injury as an excuse."
Bai Chu stopped and had some complicated emotions hidden on his face. He turned to look at him, "Van Gogh, don't think you really understand me."
"Don't you understand?" He raised his eyebrows, his expression relaxed and casual.
Bai Chu's eyes changed, and his voice softened, "Go or not?"
He looked at her, his lips curled, "Go, go naturally. If you want to go, I will accompany you."
Bai Chu then smiled, "You have a good rest tonight, I'll come to you tomorrow."
The bead curtain was lowered, rustling. Van Gogh looked at the glazed glass shaking on the silver thread and watched her go out. His smile was lowered and he reached out to pinch the void. The deep purple light fire ignited out of thin air. He stared at the light fire for a while, smiled slightly, and extinguished the fire.
The dark night is boundless, there is no moon or stars, and only the palace lanterns on the corridor are shining brightly.
Back from Van Gogh to his bedroom, Bai Chu had to pass by Bai Qing's entrance. Sure enough, as soon as he was halfway through the way back, he saw Bai Qing waiting for her outside his hall.
"I didn't allow you to see him."
"The Lord does not allow Achu to see him, but Achu did not agree not to see him." Bai Chu looked at him and walked around him.
Such a light and perverted attitude was obviously unhappy by Bai Feng, so he said coldly: "Stop."
Bai Chu stopped, and did not look back, but still turned his back to him, "The Lord has any instructions?"
"Switch around."
Bai Chuyi remained motionless, "Since the Lord likes to play in secret, why should A Chu treat him directly?"
"A Chu?"
Bai Chu snorted coldly, not paying any attention.
The cold wind blew, and the face became cold. Bai Feng walked to Bai Chu in two or three steps, frowned, "What's the temper you are making?"
"Ask a question knowingly." Bai Chu glanced at him, "Your Majesty, how dare you say that the last half of the whipping today has nothing to do with you?"
Bai Qing met her faint sarcastic eyes, her eyebrows slightly sluggish, "It has nothing to do with me."
"It doesn't matter?" Bai Chu smiled and met his gaze. "How many people can stop the heavenly punishment in the world? In Qingqiu, who dares to play tricks under your nose? Master, A Chu is not a three-year-old child, because you can deceive him with just one or two words."
White clothes, wide sleeves, and deep eyes seem to have thousands of years of snow hidden in their eyes, so serious and majestic: "Don't believe me?"
"Achu has always believed in you." Bai Chu kept his body in his tone and his tone was a little cold. "Achu knows that you have never liked Van Gogh very much. A few days ago, Ayi Jin Shentian Lei was different, and maybe he had some relationship with Van Goh. But Master, this matter is one code and one code. Today's whip was blocked by Van Goh for me. Don't you think you did too much whip?"
There was no sign of joy and anger on his indifferent face: "It was not the one who moved me."
"Achu knows it was not your move." Bai Chuding looked at him, "You disdain the trick of hurting people by the hidden arrows, but when you whip down Mingshi, you clearly know, but you didn't stop it?"
Bai Qing's eyes fell on her body, and her dark eyes sank slightly.
"I heard what Van Gogh and Ming Shi said, and the last half-do of heavenly punishment was the fraud made by Ming Shi." The porcelain bottle filled with medicine had been slightly deformed at some point. "Your Majesty, you didn't stop her at that time, it was obvious that you had acquiesced to her!"
"So what?" he said lightly, indifferently.
"A brother likes this kind of brother, not Achu!"
The porcelain bottle in his hand was thrown to the side, hitting the corner of the corridor, and it broke with a "pop". Under the reflection of the palace lantern at the corner of the corridor, a green shadow left in a panic from the dispersed white medicine powder.
Bai Chu glanced at the corner of the corridor, then looked at Bai Qing, her eyes were half-lit, and she squinted and smiled. She walked closer to him and stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Since she wants to see that we are not in harmony, I will show her. Brother, I don't hate her. If you like her, you should marry her soon. Her bad taste of fear that your house is uneasy and that you are busy is too...tsk tsk..."
Halfway through the conversation, the smile immediately turned into an angry face, and the clear eyes were instantly filled with mist, "Bai Sheng, I hate you! I don't want to see you anymore!"
As he said that, he looked back in the direction he was coming.
The beautiful figure in a plain clothes disappeared in the deep corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye.
Deep in the corridor, the palace lanterns were gone, Bai Yan stared at the darkness, his eyes were clear, and after a long time, he sighed softly.
At the corner of the corridor, a hesitant figure appeared on the ground under the palace lantern. It seemed to be at the other end of the corner, and hesitated to come out.
Bai Qian stood there and said lightly: "Are you satisfied?"
Mingshi could no longer hide it, and came out from the corner, and there was a little embarrassment on his face: "Fox... I didn't expect Xiao Achu to..." She just wanted to see the scene of a quarrel between brothers and sisters, and didn't want to make the brothers and sisters disagree...
Bai Qing glanced at her, said nothing, turned around and opened the palace gate and went in.
Mingshi took a few steps and followed. When he followed the door, the palace gate closed from the inside and locked her outside.
Mingshi touched his nose awkwardly. This time, did he really do it too much?
She hesitated for a while, knocked on the door, and whispered: "Fox, fox?"
The door was quiet and there was no sound at all.
She pursed her lips and her voice became louder, "Fox, fox!"
No one paid attention to her.
I have never been so ignored in my life. Ming Shi frowned and kicked the door, "Bai Sheng, open the door for me!"
The door opened suddenly, Baiyi and Mo Yan, and his light words were full of alienation, "Is there anything wrong?"
The words he was ready to scold were put back in a cold look. Are he angry? Are he really angry?
Apologize? Impossible. There is no word "apology" in the Mingshi dictionary. But when someone is in front of him, he feels awkward without saying anything. Mingshi pursed his lips, thinking that he should speak with him.
Bai Qing waited for a while, looked at her, and closed the door again.
...
Mingshi looked at the door that was closed again in front of him, silent, turned around and left.
Spicy Bala. As for the little thing to do, do you close the door? The night is dark and cold. I walked along the corridor in the morning and sent a ghost to the palace where Van Gogh was recovering from the wounded palace. The door was open, and the one who was supposed to be lying on the bed was gone.
Ming Shi was puzzled and reached out to call the guards passing by at the door, "Where is the Demon Lord?"
The guard lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, pressing down the armor on his head, "The Demon Lord and the Emperor are out."
Ming Shi frowned: "How could he go out with his injuries? Your princess didn't stop him?"
The guards silently, looked left and right, pointed to the door and said in a low voice: "The Emperor just ran in crying, but not long after, he pulled the Demon Lord out together."
"Cry?" Ming Shi was surprised. Could it be that he cried when he was arguing with Bai Feng? Ming Shi frowned even more and stared at the guards, "Do you know where they went?"
The guard lowered his eyes, "I don't know, the direction should be the direction of the outbound gate." He thought about it as if he was recalling, "...Well... I seem to have said something about the mortal world, and I will never come to anything again..."
Mingshi's expression changed, and this matter seemed to have become more serious... If Bai Chu never came again, then Bai Feng...
Ming Shi carefully considered the words and sentences, looked around, and approached the guard, "What does your master look like when you get angry?"
"Get angry? Master?" The guard was stunned. "Your Majesty is not tantrum in general."
Mingshi felt relieved, "Really?"
The guard said seriously: "Of course it's true. One year, the emperor was punished and angry with the emperor, and burned the emperor's bedroom. The emperor never said that the emperor had no words.
At the dawn of time, my eyes lit up.
The guard smiled slightly, "Then the emperor never paid attention to the emperor for three thousand years."
Ming Shi's eyes that had just lit up were surprised and immediately became dark, "I haven't paid attention to it for three thousand years?"
The guard said, "The emperor has never said a word to the emperor for three thousand years."
Mingshi was shocked, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "How did you deal with it again later?"
"Later, the emperor could no longer bear it, so he burned his bedroom with a fire, wrote a 10,000-word repentance letter, and knelt at the door of the main hall to admit his mistake. This was the end."
Ming Shi was shocked. He remembered the scene where he was locked outside the door just now, and he felt cold all over. She caused her own sister to run away from home. He would not ignore her again, right? He quickly ordered the guard in front of him: "You watched the Emperor go out. Now I order you to bring the Emperor back immediately!"
The guards were silent for a moment, "God Lord, how can a little guard like us leave the realm gate?"
Ming Shi generously took out a token from his sleeve, "This is given by your master. With this, all the barriers in Qingqiu are passed through without any obstacles-"
Before he finished speaking, the token in his hand was snatched away, and in the blink of an eye, the guard disappeared.
Ming Shi was stunned. Are the guards in Qingqiu so hardworking and dedicated these days?
After a while, the golden light shone brightly at the Qingqiu Realm Gate.
A soldier shouted at the top of his voice: "Not good! The grandson escaped!"
"Aren't the emperor appointed a barrier to defend the grandson at the gate of the world? How could the grandson escape?"
"I don't know where I stole a token and broke the barrier!"
Mingshi stayed there and remembered the face of the guard just now, as if... he was a little familiar with him?