The purple robe has a cold figure. Even through the gauze that moves in the wind, Bai Chu felt the eyes on the opposite side were terrifying.
The soldiers from the sky were lingering her for 30,000 years. Some things were indeed not something she could not guess, but she was unwilling to guess, let alone think about them.
Chi Su is the person she secretly likes in her heart, Xuanyi Yinfeng, smiles with a beautiful woman. Such a person is easy-going and elegant, teaches her hand in hand to practice calligraphy, and plays chess with her patiently. Such a person is great
She could hardly see the shortcomings, and she liked them so much that she felt satisfied even when she looked at them from afar. How could she bear to guess that such a person would plan to die after death at the cost of killing soldiers?
Rebirth after death? What is the purpose? Is it just to offset the military disarray and to pull the ex-Demon Lord to accompany him to bury him?
Thinking about it, it all seems ridiculous. Such a situation...is impossible.
Bai Chu took a deep breath, "The deceased is gone, unless Chi Su really appears before me alive, everything else will be true to you, it is just a fantasy and not worthy of relying on."
"Imagination?" Van Gogh sneered and looked at her firmly, "Bai Chu, why did you ask me to borrow spiritual consciousness instead of your fox emperor?" After the words, he deliberately stopped for a while, "Your son
What secret is hidden in secret? You dare to say that you have never imagined it? Imagine that the person you are thinking about is still alive?"
The eyes looked at her like a sharp edge, forcing her to hide.
That's right, she did think so. The reason why she didn't ask the Lord to borrow spiritual consciousness was because if that person really lived, the Lord would definitely count all the accounts on that person's head 30,000 years ago.
When she is between the two of them, how should she settle down?
In the face of illusions, the conjecture of the truth is fantasy. Sometimes, many people expect miracles to happen, but they are afraid of the truth often makes it more unacceptable than the current illusions.
Bai Chu lowered his eyes, silently silent.
When I returned to Qingqiu, it was already dawn. The sound of dawn sound from the top of the divine bell was pleasant and focused.
A servant saw her from a distance and ran over quickly: "God, His Highness, the Grand Prince is back."
"Come back when you come back, and tell me what to do." After sleeping all night, Bai Chu's voice was a little lazy. He took a few steps and rubbed his eyebrows, "Is Bai Yi back?"
"His Royal Highness the Grandpa came to pay tribute to you last night, but you are not here."
"Call him to come this afternoon." After saying that, he looked tired and pushed the palace gate and went in to make up his sleep.
At noon, just after lunch, His Royal Highness, who received the order, came to Bai Chu.
Bai Yi was dressed in blue and elegant and handsome. Along the way, he took over the purse that more than a dozen maids handed over "inadvertently". Bai Yi was in a good mood with the sachet.
When a person is in a good mood, he is willing to take a few more glances at any scenery. So, Bai Yi was in a very good mood when he saw a small black figure squatting on the ground, pressing a white living thing with both hands.
Step by step.
The black ball is a little boy, the white ball... If he read it correctly, it should be the true form of the maid who handed him tea yesterday.
Such a young boy actually turned a female fox over and spread her limbs under her body. The world wind was getting worse, and the world wind was getting worse... His Royal Highness, who should have continued to walk forward to pay homage to the gods, hesitated for a while and came forward decisively
Go, lifted up the corner of the robe and squatted with the boy, his eyes lit up, and he spoke with interest: "What are you doing?"