This is a pair of eyes that are as charming as dark jade. Two points of laughter, three points of coolness, four points of darkness and treacherousness, and one point of murderous intent.
The eyes are upward, the eyebrows are deep, and the light purple divine pattern and the forehead is shallow seal.
The dark purple robe was winding on the ground, and the complex silver dark patterns overlapped on its surface. The color was deep and mysterious. There was a magnificent hang in the clear sky, with its momentum so intimidating that it was invisible. Hua Yi only looked at him, and did not even see his face clearly, and was already intimidated by Qi Ze, and he could not look at it anymore.
However, at a glance, it's enough.
Hua Yi held the corners of his mouth slightly, lowered his eyes and nodded at him, "Your Majesty the Demon Lord."
The engagement between the Demon Lord and the Emperor Qingqiu has been decided, which is something that no one in the three realms knows the most. Hua Yi smiled bitterly in his heart. At present, he is in the bedroom of his fiancée; not only in the bedroom, but also in the bathtub; not only in the bathtub, but also... naked...
His Majesty the Demon Lord responded to him with a chuckle.
"Oh--"
A sentence that is neither long nor short, the ending sound is slightly raised, and a smile is cold and cold, and it is so quiet that it goes to the human bones.
Hua Yi thought that the Demon Lord would be furious the next moment, but the cold smile slightly raised, and the cold murderous intent flew away. He spoke, "Bai Chu, why are you going to explain to me that you are hiding a man in the bedroom?"
Hua Yi was still stunned. The next moment, a piece of clothing covered his head and face, instantly covering his upper body exposed on the water surface was completely blocked.
Bai Chu came in from the door and saw Van Gogh with a sarcastic expression. He reached out and pulled the end of the screen to block her way into the inner hall.
Bai Chu was stunned at first, then suddenly realized, and his eyes immediately walked around his arm and looked in. When she confirmed that Hua Yi was still inside, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Van Gogh, who was obviously ignored, was obviously not happy with Bai Chu's attitude towards her. He raised his arms and his spacious robe sleeves instantly blocked her vision: "Bai Chu, do you think I'm not here?"
Bai Chu, who has been filled with troubles recently, has not had so much time to pay attention to him: "Van Gogh, don't cause trouble for me."
"Make trouble?" Van Gogh sneered and glanced at her, "Do you disturb the God's private meeting?"
"Your grandma!" Bai Chu glared at him and knocked down his hand that was blocking the way on the screen, "That is Dayi's son, injured."
"Da..." The smile stuttered slightly, and Van Gogh turned his head to look at the inner hall.
In the inner hall, the water vapor was steaming like mist. Hua Yi put on his clothes and left a head of wet hair hanging down on his shoulders.
Bai Chu frowned and walked in: "Who is allowed to come out! You have to soak for three hours a day. How long will it take?" As he said that, he went straight to pull his clothes. The moment when he pulled Hua Yi's collar with his bare hands, she still didn't notice anything wrong.
Dali pulled the collar down, and the man's beautiful and delicate chest was exposed to her sight.
She was about to pull it again, but she could no longer pull it. Hua Yi held her clothes tightly, giving her no room for pulling.
Bai Chu raised his eyes suspiciously: "Why didn't you take it off?"
She raised her eyes and met a face that was so red that even her ears were dyed with a scorching color. Hua Yi turned her head and whispered: "God, it's not very convenient."
"Where is it inconvenient?" Bai Chu, who had ignored Van Gogh directly, looked at Hua Yi from top to bottom, thinking that he was shy, so he said generously, "I haven't seen you all over you? I don't mind anymore. Why are you awkward as a man!"
As he said that, he had to continue pulling his clothes.
Van Gogh, who could no longer bear it, spoke again: "Bai Chu!"
The volume of this sound was a bit loud. Bai Chu subconsciously turned around. Van Gogh looked at her with a deep dark eyes. His eyes were complicated and difficult to tell.
Bai Chu blinked, looked down at the man's clothes held in his hand, and the man's strong chest that was so close that he could inevitably enter his eyes. The hall was a little warm and inexplicably warm... She quickly loosened Hua Yi's clothes, turned around and looked at Van Gogh, with a curl of her lips, and quickly raised her smile: "Van Gogh, are you here too?"
Van Gogh held the corner of his lips and gave her a smile that was not smiling: "God, you are so busy."
His clear eyes turned cunning, "It's usually busy, what's the matter with the Demon Lord coming to Qingqiu?"
"Nothing happens, come and see my fiancée, and catch a raped person together."
"Catch the adulterer?" The light in his eyes flashed slightly, and Bai Chu's smile became even more intense. "I want to use this bedroom now. Why don't you go outside the hall to rest for a while? When I use up the bedroom, you can come in and catch it slowly?"
"Rest outside the hall?" He said this with a very gentle voice and a faint smile. "I still like to rest in the God's temple."
Bai Chu pretended to be regretful: "In the palace? There is no place for you."
“There are still some squeezes in the position.”
"The Demon Lord's identity is so noble, how bad is it to squeeze it? It seems that I am too stingy."
"I don't mind."
"I mind."
The two of them were talking and laughing like wind, and the mysterious undercurrents surged in their words, and when the sword was coming and going, the sharp edge had already emerged. The air around seemed to suddenly stagnate, and the atmosphere was so sinister that it was terrifying. It was obvious that a few words could explain something, but no one was willing to give in.
Hua Yi was watching from the side, feeling cold sweat scattered, unable to bear to look at him, and covered his lips and made a gesture to cough.
The two of them looked at him together, and Hua Yi turned his head and pretended not to know.
Van Gogh frowned, no longer had the intention to quarrel with Bai Chu, and pointed at Hua Yi: "Bai Chu, give me an explanation."
"Explanation? I left the Heavenly Highness in my palace, why did I explain to the Demon Lord?" Bai Chu could see him clearly and clearly.
His eyes, like black jade, sank slightly: "Bai Chu, don't you need to explain to me?"
“Where is needed?”
Van Gogh's face turned muffled, staring at her, his eyes suddenly as sharp as a blade: "My fiancee hides a man in her bedroom, don't you need to explain it to me?"
Bai Chu is not stupid usually, but he is not very good at some things. She has been studying in elementary school, and in Qingqiu, everyone except the emperor must follow her intentions. Even if she really raises a concubine in the bedroom, she does not need to obtain the emperor's consent. There is no rule in this world that she has to seek other people's opinions on what she raises and puts in her room.
So, Bai Chu felt that Van Gogh was a little confused and repeated what he said forward: "He is Dayi's son and was injured."
Van Gogh felt angry and funny: "So you keep him in your bedroom?"
Bai Chu frowned: "I will heal his injuries for him. If he is not injured, how can I feel at ease to let him stay somewhere else?"
He snorted coldly: "When will the Emperor of Heaven be injured? I will have to worry about Qingqiu's care."
Bai Chu was in a deep eyes, hesitated for a moment, pulled his hand and wrote four words on his palm: "The dragon claw is injured."
The frost in the dark eyes slightly curled down. There were not many dragons that could hurt the Heavenly Emperor. Van Gogh looked at Hua Yi with a lateral eye. Even the fairy seed could not be condensed. Such injuries were indeed serious enough. He looked back at Bai Chu, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, saying without pain: "The retribution in this life."
The retribution in this life is still owed to Dayi.
Bai Chu's eyes were dark.
He stepped forward and bowed to her ear: "Bai Chu, if I were you, I wouldn't have taken such a big risk."
Bai Chu looked at him, and the man's chin to his temples was flowing with a very beautiful curve, but the coolness in his words was even colder than the cold winter: "So what if you owe someone? You can choose not to pay it back."
The deliberately lowered voice was filled with repeated Kamizo, and only she could hear what he said.
After saying that, Van Gogh did not look at her, walked around her and walked towards Hua Yi, smiling on his lips, and said lightly: "Your Highness is really a miserable future."
Hua Yi, who had a tragic life, had not yet understood the meaning of the Demon Lord's words, and the next moment, he was suddenly thrown into the bathhouse beside him.
The water splashed high, and the water that had soared to the air and fell, some splashed on the ground, some splashed on the screen, and some were wet Bai Chu's clothes.
With a wave of purple sleeves, Hunhan Shen Ze came out of the palm of his sleeves and pressed straight into the pool.
Bai Chu was shocked: "Van Gogh, your strength is too domineering, he can't stand it!"
The water surface instantly boiled and smoke began to boil. Hua Yi's face in the water gradually turned red. The blue veins on his neck rose, and sweat quickly spread on his forehead.
Van Gogh pretended that he had not heard of it, and used his palms to exert force, and even more powerful divine breath poured towards Hua Yi Tianling.
Hua Yi's previous severe injury injured the lungs and muscles and veins and needed to be recuperated slowly, so Bai Chu only gave him a one-hour daily divine sorrow to help him regulate his breathing. However, Van Gogh put a lot of effort at the beginning, and the injury could indeed be cured immediately. Although the injury was healed, it was easy to leave behind future troubles. Not to mention that the power of the demon god was a hundred times more powerful than Hua Yi's own immortal tyranny, it was still a question whether Hua Yi's damaged body could withstand it.
Bai Chu reached out and wanted to stop it. Van Gogh seemed to have expected her to do so, and he increased his strength. He pulled his palm the moment she reached out, and grabbed the white wrist and pulled it with clever force.
Bai Chu, who could not hold back, rushed into Van Gogh's arms.
Van Gogh put his arms around her waist, "Now, his injury is healed."
"Van Gogh, you are simply a bastard!" Bai Chu stared at him, his face full of anger, "If such a strong supplement is blocked, his immortal root will be almost hopeless in the future!"
"Oh, is that?" He said indifferently and meaninglessly, "I'm so heavy, sorry."
She struggled to earn him: "Van Gogh! You know you can't do this!"
With her big palm pressing her to get closer to her, he leaned over and leaned closer to her ear: "Yes, I did it on purpose."
"Van Gogh!"
"Bai Chu, I'm angry." He glanced at her, his speech clear and ticking without any unnecessary feelings: "You know what it would be like when I get angry."
"you--"
He stretched out his finger against her lips, and his voice softly penetrated into her ears like the wind: "Bai Chu, you should be glad that I didn't kill him."
After saying that, he let go of the hand that was holding her waist, and without looking at her, he left without looking at her.