The skin on your body is accidentally brushed by your own hair and you won't feel anything. However, if someone else was holding something thin on it, you would unconsciously feel itchy all over your body.
This itchyness, numb and seductive, spread throughout the limbs and bones through a little contact with the skin, which was extremely unbearable, and Bai Chu's face was faintly red.
Van Gogh's eyes were as bright as glass, staring at Bai Chu, without blinking, and carefully admired every expression on her face: "Bai Chu, do you say it?"
The voice stuck in his throat, unable to speak or swallow it back. Bai Chu stared at Van Gogh with anger on his face.
Van Gogh smiled knowingly, "I forgot, I still ban your voice."
The tight throat suddenly loosened, and Bai Chu frowned and breathed evenly. The box under her made her back feel uncomfortable. She moved her position uneasy and did not look at him: "Van Gogh, don't make trouble."
"Unreasonable?" Van Gogh raised his lips slightly, let go of the hair in his hand, and reached out to press one of her shoulders, forcing her back to the place just now. "Bai Chu, I'm very angry with your attitude."
Bai Chu was about to speak, but his chin was pinched with two fingers and raised it to face him. The angry Demon Lord smiled on his lips, "If you don't want to say it, then let me say it."
The two got very close. When Van Gogh looked at her with his eyes down, his eyes were deep under his long eyelashes, and his shadow was clearly reflected in it. His eyes were strange and changeable, as if he was laughing, as if he was ridiculous, as if he was ridiculous, as if he was others, as if he was cold and serious.
For a moment, Bai Chu was a little dazed and lost in his eyes.
His words were faint, and the depth in his eyes was impatient: "Bai Chu, have you forgotten? You still owe me a lot of things?"
Qian Chao's mind suddenly woke up, Bai Chu opened his eyes wide and looked at him, his heart suddenly tightened.
What did she owe him? Life. Tens of thousands, countless lives. His father's life, his demons' people...
Bai Chu felt guilty about what happened 30,000 years ago. Since childhood, she caused so many troubles, and never knew what guilt was. Only then did she feel guilty for 30,000 years. Because she didn't pay attention, she didn't care. Because she didn't care, she regretted it after the incident happened.
"Van Gogh, I..." She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. She was not used to guilt, naturally not used to apologizing, and naturally not knowing what to say.
That's right, she was just avoiding him and not daring to look at him. As soon as Van Gogh spoke, she knew what he wanted to say to her, and even completely guessed his purpose today. However, there are some things that she didn't want to face, but she didn't want to face at all.
"The first day I got a hiring was your first day outside Xuanqiong. The betrothal gifts ranged from the Demon Realm to Qingqiu for twenty-nine days, uninterrupted. You don't know such a big formation at all?" He stared at her, his voice neither heavy nor light. Such things were very swept whenever they fell on someone. He still had a smile on his lips, and he looked casual, not as if he was talking about his own affairs, but as if he was talking about other people's jokes, as relaxed and casual.
The phoenix eyes were slightly raised, his fingertips gently rubbed against her jaw, and the subtle curves gently raised on her lips were clearly cold, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Bai Chu, tell me, what do you think of your fiancé's murder of his father's enemy?"
Thirty thousand years ago, the soldiers from heaven were dismissed, and Chi Su sacrificed the heavenly world with his divine body. Similarly, the Demon Lord will definitely not abandon his people.
Chi Su can be reborn with the remnant soul that is integrated into the bloodline, but the Demon Lord is destroyed and has no choice but to rebel.
Although the warriors from heaven were led by Bai Chu, if you say that there is no Chi Su's plan, not to mention the Lord and Fan Gu, even she herself would not believe it. Not only has she gained a good reputation, but she also took the opportunity to smear Qingqiu by the way, she also smeared Qingqiu by the way. She was so exquisite and perfect that she could not catch the handle.
Logically, Bai Chu should hate Chi Su.
Thirty thousand years of imprisonment, 30,000 years of cultivation reduction, 30,000 years of nightmares and suffering day and night, plus... the child who was inexplicably pregnant, the child who seemed to be abandoned by her father, her child...
What she should hate, but she couldn't.
Bai Chu didn't know what it felt like. She liked to grow up by his side since she was a child, and she fell in love with him since she was a child. He was her master and cared about her like an elder. So she habitually felt that everything he did was right. Even this time, she felt that he was doing something wrong, but she was just a little resentful and a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't hate it after all.
Bai Chu thought that she might be the same person and doesn't hold grudges. What is that term? Yes, magnanimous and generous. Those who are the king should be like this, right? She has caused such trouble since she was a child, and she never saw the king hate her. So Bai Chu's mind was much more balanced.
However, she never thought about the other way around that she had caused so many disasters. After every time the Lord was punished, she never held grudges against the Lord. Chi Sheng only had an illusion in front of everyone. Thirty thousand years later, she could ignore the majesty of the emperor and almost killed Chi Sheng in Yaochi. It was not that she did not hold grudges, but that the object of grudges had to be divided.
At this moment, Bai Chu faced Van Gogh and didn't know what to say. She was ashamed of him. When the soldiers from heaven were eliminated and the Demon Lord died, Van Gogh had to take over the position of Demon Lord. At that time, his reputation was beyond his name. She could not imagine how he could stand firm in his current position with the image of a slutty-slutty person in the eyes of everyone.
What she owed him was not only tens of thousands of lives, but also that she owed him as a person.
At this time, he asked her what she thought about "the fiance's enemy who killed her father?" How should she answer? Is this enemy who killed her father referring to her or Chi Su?
If she refers to her, she can still brag about herself with shamelessness. Of course, I am a unique beauty in the world, and this fiancé has a good vision. However, Van Gogh obviously refers to Chi Su.
How could she answer? Tell him that she still likes Chi Su? Don’t want to see him and Chi Su conflict?
She was silent for a long time, and the smile on the corners of Van Gogh's curled lips became darker and darker, and the color of her eyes, like dark jade, seemed to be darker: "Bai Chu, you like him."
"Yes, I like him." Like it means you like it, there is nothing to hide.
Van Gogh raised his eyebrows, and his deep black pupils became cold at some point, but the corners of his lips were still smiling: "The person you like, I sacrificed the world with her twenty-nine days ago." After deliberately pausing for a while, "Do you still like it?"
Word by word, needles pierced into Bai Chuxin. He knew her so well that he knew what methods could be used to stimulate her.
Bai Chu pursed his lips, stared at him fiercely, and then said in anger: "Yes, I still like it."
"Even if that person deliberately plots against you and doesn't have you in his heart, do you still like it?"
There was a dark swell in my clear eyes: "Yes, I just like it."
Van Gogh's phoenix eyes showed a smile, "So, guess what those two people are doing now?" His voice was clear and he said without any rush. "Forget, you can't guess. The two people who sacrificed the world together can be together openly no matter what they do, and you can only watch secretly, and even the Xuanqiong Realm Sect dare not enter. Ha, how delicate?"
One sentence after another, each sentence is understated, and each sentence is gently scratched like a feather.
"You have stood outside Xuanqiong for twenty-nine days. Through the realm gate, what have you seen? What have you heard?"
The voice is gentle, the laughter is ambiguous.
"Are those two people holding their hands?"
"Are you still hugging your waist?"
"Or, hug each other?"
"Or..." He betrayed her a little, "Did they have some closer contact? Or-"
This time, before he could speak halfway, he was forcibly blocked.
When his neck was hooked and pressed by his hands stretched out from below, Van Gogh had not yet reacted, his head lowered and his thin lips were immediately pressed down by a soft and soft one. He was stunned and his mind suddenly disappeared.
Bai Chu's series of movements were too fast, so fast that there was no sign at all. She pressed her lips against Vango's mouth with an aggressive kiss without any emotion, and pressed him hard like venting anger, invading and biting him.
The next moment, she pressed the back of his head and swept his legs horizontally towards his calves. The sky was spinning in a flash. With a "bang", Qingqiu's "fragile" emperor pressed the Demon Lord under her.
"I said, I like it on it!" Bai Chu almost threw himself on Van Gogh's body, and his vicious voice seemed to have endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst out.
The two of them were very close, and their breath was warm, and they could even clearly feel their heartbeats. The changes came too quickly, and His Majesty the Demon Lord had a trance in his mind for a second or two.
The rivets on the box were pressed on the spine, which was a little uncomfortable; the lips were a little painful, and the strong smell of blood was instantly transmitted to every taste bud through the tip of the tongue. All of them were reminding him that he was forced, kissed, and pressed.
This kiss was not a kiss that could be enjoyed. The fox's teeth were sharp and sharp, and he was biting hard on his lips, tormenting him from beginning to end. The attack was fierce, and he was completely gnawed, and he could see redness when he bite. The fishy and sweet blood flowed into his mouth and partly dyed by their lips. She pressed him and bitten it like venting anger, which could not be resisted at all. Of course, he never thought about resisting.
Her hair swept on his face, itchy, and the tip of her nose smelled a faint fragrance, beautiful and quiet, it seemed to be the smell on her body.
Ignoring the pain on her lips, her lips were very soft and fragrant, with inviolable sharpness and domineeringness. The moment the sharp teeth bit him again, he subconsciously stretched over and licked his tongue, and then - the tip of his tongue was bitten through...
Another round of fishy and sweet taste filled the entire mouth. Van Gogh felt that the taste seemed pretty good and could be done with some more.
Huh? Is this subtle feeling of pleasure swollen?
The Emperor Ji, who was determined to vent her anger, naturally would not feel the joy of the Demon Lord. She only had one thought in her mind. This person talked too much, and she wanted to seal all those words, whether it was about to be spoken or not yet thought about it!
When people are impulsive, they are prone to doing stupid things.
Maybe even she herself didn't realize what she was doing, until a glutinous call came from behind her that she suddenly woke up:
"My grandma, are you fighting for food with someone?"