Chapter 65: First the bride price and then extorting a confession
Recently, three incredible events have happened in the Three Realms.
The first thing was that the Fox Emperor of Qingqiu announced to the Three Realms to recruit a son-in-law for the Emperor Bai Chu. Less than half a cup of this news, the Demon Realm carried the betrothal gift and rushed to Qingqiu. Na Cai, who was in front of the Six Lies 1, asked for the name, Najib saved all of them and directly recruited the betrothal gift. The red silk betrothal gift was given for twenty-nine days, uninterrupted, and there was still the momentum to continue to send it. From a distance, it seemed that there was a sudden red river between Qingqiu and the Demon Realm, and the red river flowed continuously.
The second thing was that the Emperor Ji, who was supposed to receive the betrothal gift in Qingqiu, stood a hundred meters away from Xuanqiu Realm for several days, and did nothing, just stared at Xuanqiu Realm Gate motionlessly. Then one day, the Emperor Ji in Qingqiu suddenly stopped standing outside Xuanqiu Realm, and Xuanqiu Realm Gate was destroyed overnight: the plaque of the Realm Gate fell to the ground, and the stone pillars on both sides were broken into four pieces, the Dharma cover of the Realm Gate disappeared without a trace, and even the guards at the door became stupid. At first glance, it was a terrible sight.
The third thing, Hua Yi, the Great Prince of the Immortal World, suddenly disappeared from Jiuxiao, without any trace. Based on the principle that everyone is good at gossiping, the third thing seems insignificant in the face of the first two things. After all, between the palace coup and the bloody romance, people generally like gossiping the latter. The former is boring and the latter is ups and downs, so everyone silently lit a wax for the missing His Royal Highness Hua Yi in their hearts, and then talked about the first two major events with great enthusiasm.
"Auntie, did you destroy the realm of Xuanqiong Realm?"
The sun shone brightly. It was originally an extremely empty courtyard, but it was squeezed out by piles of betrothal gifts. Bai Yi used a technique to pass through the betrothal gifts. At first glance, he saw the Emperor Ji in Qingqiu sitting on two big boxes with her legs crossed, basking in the sun lazily. He knew that he was coming and glanced at him: "Xuanqiong Realm Gate? I wanted to destroy it, but I didn't have the courage and the ability to destroy the Dharma cover of that realm."
I don’t know if it was intentional, but today’s God wore a dress of green, green clothes, green skirts and green shoes, green hairpins, green pendants and green bracelets, appearing in the pile of reds. A little green in the bushes of reds is just right. When the wind blows, the clothes flutter, refreshing and pleasing to the eye.
"Apart from aunt, who else has the courage to destroy the Xuanqiong Realm Sect?"
Bai Chu waved to him and signaled him to get closer. Then, he covered his lips with his hands and coughed: "Don't make public your family's shamelessness. You can understand it yourself and keep it in your heart and be happy. Don't say it out, otherwise our family will compensate them for a territorial gate."
Bai Yi blinked and realized it.
The gate was destroyed by his own family, and he had the courage to destroy the realm gate than the God Lord. Who else was besides the Fox Emperor? Bai Yi showed a strange expression on his face: "Be good, I accidentally knew something amazing. Will you kill me to silence me?"
Bai Chu narrowed his eyes and smiled, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Good nephew, grandson, if you call me a girl, you don't have to bother you, I will drive you out in person." He paused his words, and when he spoke again, he had already changed his expression, "Van Gogh, what do you mean?"
As soon as these words ended, His Royal Highness, who was originally standing in front of the Emperor, turned into another appearance in the blink of an eye.
The God of Green Clothing, with a serious face.
The purple-clothed Demon Lord has raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Bai Chu, what do I mean, you don't know?" The voice fell lightly, like water gradually turning pearls and jade, and it was pleasant and seductive.
The purple robe was full of divine sternity, and the raised eyebrows flew into the temples. Fango smiled in his eyes, and there was a sigh in his laughter: "You are famous for being in the world, and who has the courage to come to propose marriage in the three realms?" He held the box with one hand and sat neatly beside Bai Chu, "Bai Chu, if I don't come to support you, will you still let this joke in the world and no one care about it?"
Bai Chu frowned, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
She knew what Van Gogh meant. As the Demon Lord, Van Goh appeared in Qingqiu in a dignified manner. She didn't feel surprised. He sent the betrothal gift, because this was a natural thing in her life.
It was so successful that she had been hundreds of years old and had known Van Gogh that she knew that she would be very likely to marry him in the future.
What kind of possibility is this? There is no choice, no choice, only him.
The marriage of the gods is always particular. When the king fell in love with a mortal, fell in love with that mortal, and had a child, he never married the mortal. Marriage here is not a simple matter. The gods' marriage, sacrifice to heaven and earth, and sacrifice to eternity. Unless they are destroyed, the name on the sacrifice stone will never be eliminated.
It is not that a god cannot marry a mortal, but a mortal is not worthy of that position at all. If you are not worthy of it, you cannot bear it. If a mere mortal is worshipped by the immortals, five thunders will be thundered and their souls will be scattered in one bow.
Bai Chushi comes to the divine body, a descendant of the ancient gods, and he inherited the position of Qingqiu Crown Lord. Looking at the three realms, he can be regarded as the most noble goddess born. With such a status, those who are born as gods will always be high, let alone other immortals and demons?
For those with high positions, it is essential to choose a spouse. In this world, there are few who are born as God. They are born as God and have a noble status and have not yet had a marriage contract. They confess that they meet the standards until they were born, but unfortunately, there is only Van Gogh.
When Bai Chu was very young, he knew that only Van Gogh was worthy of her in the nine provinces, the four seas, and the eight wilderness divine zodiac signs. In the sky and the earth, no one in the Van Gogh was worthy of her except her.
Therefore, when she had a good relationship with Van Gogh, neither the Lord nor the Demon Lord of the past had stopped them from coming and going. Such tolerance allowed her to freely enter and exit any place in the Demon Realm without any notification. Van Gogh could appear in her inner hall at any time, and as long as she did not do anything excessive, the Lord would not come to join.
When Bai Chu had something to do, he would not worry about whether Van Gogh could guess what he wanted. Whenever Van Gogh wanted to do, Bai Chu would tell her if he asked.
Because they all know that it is only a matter of time before and after the names of two people are carved together on the stone of Heaven and Earth.
It is one thing to fall in love with someone, and it is another thing to marry someone. The two things are never the same, and Bai Chu knows this very clearly. Therefore, when she fell in love with Chi Su, she just secretly liked it so much and never disturbed the relationship between Chi Sheng and Chi Su.
At the same time, he knew that Bai Chu fell in love with Chi Su, and was so happy to watch jokes. Because he knew in his heart that Bai Chu and Chi Su would not have any results.
Between Bai Chu and Van Gogh, they proposed marriage, employed, and got married. It was like destined to be long ago. Following this path, no one would feel an accident.
The betrothal gifts were piled up all over the yard, a pile of red, a little purple, and a touch of green. The three colors that were originally extremely inconsistent, squeezed together, were extremely eye-catching.
Bai Chu opened a box next to him, picked up the things inside and took a look, and put them back. She knew she would marry Van Gogh one day, but she never thought that this day would come so quickly. Under the betrothal gift, the marriage was settled. Although the time of marriage and engagement was not the same, unless variables were inserted in the middle, the final result was similar.
Variables? Don’t talk about variables with God. You can’t afford to talk about them, and you can’t afford to lose.
Ziyi was handsome and graceful. Bai Chu turned his head slightly and bumped into his black jade-like eyes. His eyes were deep and bright, and he stared straight at her, unwavering for a moment.
Bai Chu was stunned, looked a little anxious, and said something he said: "What are you always staring at me?"
His eyes were still deep and focused when he looked at her, his thin lips slightly opened, and when he came out of it, he was very sure, "Bai Chu, you are avoiding me."
"Avoid you?" Bai Chu looked at him strangely, "I am right in front of you, where are you avoiding you?"
"Yes, that's why I'm curious." There was a little smile in the slender phoenix eyes, which was clearly a smile, but there was no smile in the black jade-like pupils. Van Gog leaned over and leaned closer to her: "It's clearly right in front of me, but why are you still avoiding me? Bai Chu, what are you thinking?"
The two were already close together, and with Van Gogh's actions, they could even feel each other's breathing directly.
The man's sculpted face was close in front of him, and Bai Chu clearly saw the subtlety of every inch of his skin on his face. She subconsciously retreated, but forgot that she was sitting in a box and had no way out. She leaned back and the purple shadow in front of her shook. The next moment, she was entangled under her by Van Gogh.
The top of the box is very hard and circular, with a few cold rivets on it. It feels very uncomfortable when you put it on the headrest. Van Gogh's hands are supported on both sides of her shoulders, obviously, and she has no intention of getting up for the time being.
"Van Gogh, don't make a fuss." He leaned over her, his hair drooping on his shoulders swept across her face, slightly itchy.
This sound was soft and a little annoyed, but because of the slight trembling, it sounded a bit like acting coquettishly.
Van Gogh raised his eyebrows and kindly pushed away the hair that was pulling on her face. Then, he pinched one of the strands to her ears and gently stroked her temples-
A sensation of itchyness aroused from the side of the ears and instantly spread through the blood and skin throughout the body. Bai Chu frowned: "Van Gogh, you--"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly became speechless. Van Gogh looked at her from a high place, his eyes raised, and his sword eyebrows flew slanted and unrestrainedly: "Now I am forcing you to confess, so I can only ask one question and you answer."
Forced confession?
This word made Bai Chu want to curse, but because Van Gogh used the forbidden sound technique, she could do nothing except stare at him.
Van Gogh was very satisfied with the effect he caused, narrowed his eyes and then said, "Why avoid me?"
Avoid...what is this a problem?
The forbidden sound was explained, "Van Gogh, you have nothing to do when you are full and you have nothing to do-"
"Bai Chu, you are forcing me to torture." Van Gogh sighed lightly, suddenly raised his hand and raised her face, and scratched the strand of hair gently on her neck without any rushing and slowness.
The dense itch made her whole body tense and her shoulders trembled violently without control.
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1 Six Lessons: refers to six etiquettes from the process of discussing marriage to the end of marriage, namely: Nacai, ask for names, Naji, Nazheng, ask for dates, and welcome them in person.