The night is deep and quiet. The wind rises, the veil moves, and the sways dance like a demon.
Van Gogh looked down at Bai Chu, and the purple gauze was layered. The woman's white clothes seemed to be bright and bright at night. The stream of light in her eyes flashed slightly, the corners of her mouth curled, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Where is our son? Didn't you bring it?"
"Your son?" Bai Chu stared at him and kicked him straight, "I really got a cuckold and brought it with me!"
Van Gogh avoided her sideways, and her smile still said: "All the worlds and wildernesses, no one says you gave birth to a son for me. Why, why don't I ask?"
The man in purple smiled unharmed, and the joke in his eyes was obviously obvious.
"Go—" Bai Chu rolled his eyes at him, and then his eyebrows turned straight, "It's just a black phoenix."
"Oh?" This is no longer fresh news. As the Demon Lord, Fan Gu, who was the Demon Lord, knew that Bai Chu's cheap son was not only a phoenix, but also looked very similar to the one who was destroyed by the ashes in Xuanqiong Realm. His smile was still hanging on his face, but his eyes were colder: "So, 30,000 years ago, you finally got your wish, and the medicine fell from Chi Su and did that with him-"
"If you talk nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart." Bai Chu's eyes were drastically dark, and his words were sinister.
Van Gogh spread his hands, and his smile became even stronger on his face. The smile penetrated into his eyes and melted the coolness.
Bai Chu likes Chi Su, and it is never a rare thing to be in front of Van Gogh. Bai Chu and Van Gogh, two born second-generation masters, have the same status, the same hobbies, and even the same people. This almost perfect fit makes it impossible for the two to hide all secrets in front of each other. One look or one action, to see into each other's eyes, it is like looking at yourself in a mirror, and you can see it at a glance and know the roots and bottoms.
"You have the courage to give medicine to your brother, but you don't have the courage to give medicine?" The words were still teasing. Fan Gu stared at Bai Chuyi for a moment, and his eyebrows suddenly changed, "Your sword scar..."
As he said that, he reached out to Bai Chu's forehead and caressed him.
Bai Chu did not avoid him, letting his forehead wound touch the wound between his fingers, which hurt slightly.
The thick divine seed came out of the fingertips and pressed into the forehead. After a while, Van Gogh frowned, stopped his hand, and twisted his fingertips to remove the blood stained on his head.
In the quiet night, the moonlight is bright, which makes the sword scar on Bai Chu's forehead feel cold and terrifying.
"Your master is such a good skill." Van Gogh's face turned dark and he sneered: "It's not enough to die. I have to ask you to leave a seed and destroy your reputation in vain."
"Just coincidence, when Chi Sheng was in angering that day, when Chi Sheng was indifferent to me, he and your Father God were fighting in the air." A slight water seed jumped through it, her eyelashes drooped slightly, Bai Chu's face was filled with sadness, and the corners of her mouth quickly raised her smile, "Besides, how could I have any good reputation."
"Who dares to marry you except me in the three realms?" The concern in Mo Yu's eyes was obviously extremely important.
"I have three thousand faces in my harem, and I still need someone to marry me?" Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "I only have the hobby of being lucky, but not the hobby of being lucky."
Van Gogh approached, pinched Bai Chuyi's hair with two fingers, and smiled slightly: "Since you have three thousand faces, then the gods will collect them together next?"
The tone of voice was so ambiguous that it made people feel itchy in their hearts. Bai Chu narrowed his eyes, reached out to lift the man's jaw near him, and spoke viciously: "Last time I was going to be blessed with you, you came, you left me alone, and you ran away quickly!"
"I can't blame me. You were punished by the Fox Emperor at that time. If you run too late, I have to be whipped with you." Van Gogh opened his face and said calmly. After a while, he looked back at her. The deep and half-light in his eyes were still dark: "I've been polite enough. Tell me, why are you here to come to me today?"