The night is dark and stern, the breeze is cool, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, the entire demon world is wrapped in the dark by the moonlight, and it is quiet and quiet.
The spiritual consciousness was destroyed, and Bai Chu almost didn't have to think too much, so he came to the Demon Realm.
Immortals and demons are enemies, and wars continue to occur. Bai Chu is a god, and comes from both. Therefore, when walking in the demon world, the divine traces do not hide, and they go straight toward the Nine Netherworld in a dignified manner.
Since Pangu's chaos divided the heaven and earth, the sky has nine nights, and the earth has long secluded; the nine sky is the highest sky; the nine little valleys are the most secret.
Jiuyou, divided into nine layers. Bai Chu walked to the entrance of the third level of Jiuyou, and the demon general who was guarding the gate bowed to her respectfully, with a slightly red face: "Is the Lord of Qingqiu?"
The noble god's voice was cold: "You Demon Lord, do you know that I am coming?"
"Your Majesty is in the Ninth Heaven..." The demon general lowered his eyes, endured it again and again, gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly, "Your Majesty is waiting for you in the bedroom of the Ninth Heaven's side hall... Your Majesty said, do you know which room it is."
The white shadow passed by, and when he finished speaking, he looked up again, the God was no longer there. The demon general breathed a sigh of relief, spread his palms, and there was sweat inside. Such a living ancestor destroyed the Yaochi a few days ago... Your Majesty, do you really want to recommend yourself to the pillow and mat to get on? Are you not afraid of destroying your bedroom?
As Bai Chu stepped across the hall gate, he heard a sigh coming from the hall:
"It's not been a day or two since I was released. I just thought of coming to see me today?"
In the hall, at first glance, there were various purple gauze curtains of varying depths, hazy and blurred, moving lightly with the wind. That sigh seemed ethereal and mysterious in such an environment.
Bai Chuyi walked through the veil curtain step by step: "I have been imprisoned for 30,000 years, and I haven't seen you go to rob the prison, right?"
The gauze moves invisibly, and the deep inside the hall chucks and hears pleasantly.
I reached out and pushed away the gauze in front of me, and saw the deeper purple that fell into the collapsed edge. The dark purple robe was deeply swaying on the ground, and the hair was not tied. The ink poured down the waist like a black waterfall. The complex silver ancient patterns were hidden and overlapped on the hem. The sleeves were dark and mysterious, and there was a majestic momentum hanging in the clear sky.
Bai Chu's lips slightly arc: "Van Gogh."
The man on the edge of the collapse stood with his hands behind his back. He turned around and his light purple divine pattern and his forehead were even more beautiful. With a slight smile, the room was filled with gauze and fog, and it was better than countless scenery in the world at just one glance.
The woman's white clothes are quiet and beautiful, like a white lotus noble and noble blooming proudly in the dark spring of the Nine Netherworlds, and she smiles charmingly.
After 30,000 years of meeting each other, the two of them smiled like monsters on their lips, their eyes were facing each other, and their thoughts were as mysterious as the same.
"Bai Chu." As he whispered, his long eyebrows flew straight into his temples. Van Gogh walked a step closer to her, with deep eyes, half dark and cunning, "When I come to my bedroom in the middle of the night, I will be covered in a mourning body?"
She was covered in mourning? Bai Chu raised her eyebrows and also walked closer to him. She really didn't like wearing white. She wore it today, but she just felt that she should wear mourning for Chi Su. She raised her eyes and looked into her eyes like black jade: "Don't worry, if you unfortunately die one day, I will definitely wear red."
"A red dress?" A smile faintly appeared in the black jade-like eyes. Van Gogh took a step closer to her, his tone was frivolous and ambiguous: "What do you mean is to marry me?"
The two were already very close, and you could feel the light words with the heating.
"Ming Marriage?" The slender eyes raised slightly, and Bai Chu stepped forward one more step forward. The tip of his shoes was facing the tip of his shoes, and gently stroked the purple collar with a slender jade finger, and then pulled hard: "I haven't seen you for 30,000 years, and the magic master's mouth is great."
His body was pulled forward slightly, and Van Gogh leaned over like a stream of goodness, reached out to hug Bai Chu's waist, and the two of them leaned closer together, and his lazy voice: "It's not only good to speak."