Her clear eyes were stained with dark colors, and her lips moved slightly: "I want to borrow a touch of spiritual consciousness from the Demon Lord."
"Divine consciousness?" Van Gogh was slightly surprised, thinking slightly, and showed a sense of pride: "Your small man is not honest when he transforms into shape? Even your spiritual consciousness can't control him?"
Hei Hair will disappear for two hours a day. In Qingqiu, there is no great secret. If you are interested, it is not difficult to know. Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled slightly, but in his eyes, the dark color suddenly rolled into a blade, and the coldness was cold: "The Demon Lord paid great attention to Qingqiu."
Van Gogh looked down at her and smiled happily: "Our business, our son's business, we must pay attention to it."
The voice is soft and clear. In the last word, the ending sound is slightly raised, like the breeze blowing through the willow catkins, softly bringing the catkins flying. Bai Chu blinked, "This face is so thick that it is almost invulnerable to swords and guns."
"Thank you." His smile was warm, but it was scattered into the dark jade eyes. His palm spread out and turned upwards, and a purple light was formed. He put his backhand into Bai Chu's hand without any hesitation.
Bai Chu smiled with a smile on his lips, and slowly absorbed the spiritual consciousness into his palms. He cleared his eyes and became darker, and he said carelessly: "Do you think that child is strange?"
"It's just something strange?" Van Gogh looked down at Bai Chu's forehead, but the smile on his lips became more and more bizarre and difficult to tell. "Bai Chu, do you still think that that happened 30,000 years ago is your impulse? You have never doubted it at all?"
His eyes suddenly froze: "What?"
The wind passed, the purple gauze rose lightly, and softly swept between the two. The man's face half hidden into the hazy gauze, making the meaning of loneliness and unpredictability in the words deepened: "In order to frame you, the master of Yaochi will fight his life to jump into the magic pool?"
The eyes suddenly became cold.
"Your master, why don't you believe in you at all? Why don't you stop you when you see you in the Demon Pool?" The dark and dark color that slid across your eyes became more and more dull as night was, and the voice became softer and softer: "Bai Chu, have you ever thought about why Chi Su stimulated you to rescue the troops?"
With a swing of the yarn that blocked her eyes, Bai Chu frowned: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could my master--"
The dark jade eyes became a little deeper, and the cold eyes wandered on her face: "Bai Chu, you caused such a big disaster back then, and with the temper of the Fox Emperor, why did you just lock you up for 30,000 years?"
Bai Chu's face turned slightly white and his eyes were a little panicked.
"You think you are leading troops to destroy immortals and kill demons. Why don't my father God blame you?"
Bai Chu subconsciously retreated.
"Do you think that most of my descendants of the demon clan were eliminated by the soldiers, and my father, God, died because of stopping the soldiers, and the entire fairy world has complaints, but why no one in the demon clan blames you?" She took a step back, and Van Gogh took a step closer to her, and his cold eyes slowly became cold: "You think that you have been alone with me for so long, why don't I kill you?"
The frost and cold words are so cold that it is so deep.
Bai Chu pursed his lips and looked up at him: "I owe you a life. If you want it, you can take it anytime."
The cold hand stroked her cheek, bullied her body, and whispered in her ear: "Bai Chu, you owe me more than just a life."
Bai Chu frowned and avoided his hand.
"Bai Chu, you actually understand in your heart, but you just don't dare to guess." The eyes were Jingrui, as clear as the light of glass, paused for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of your mouth, "Or, you actually guessed why Chi Su inspired you to lead the punishment of heaven? Why did you take the initiative to die? Why did your son disappear for a while every day?"
The voice was faint, and it was heard little by little, causing a numbness all over my body:
"Bai Chu, have you ever thought that your so-called master may not be dead?"