This is a pair of dark jade-like charming and deep eyes, two points of laughter, three points of coldness, four points of obscurity and treacherous intent, and one point, dignified killing intent.

The eyes are upward, the eyebrow arch is deep, and the light purple god pattern is shallow on the forehead.

The dark purple robe swayed to the ground, the complex silver dark lines are hidden and overlapped on its surface, the color is deep and mysterious, there is a majestic hanging in the sky, the momentum is overwhelming, intimidating and invisible, Hua Yi only glanced at him, and he didn't even see his face clearly, he was already frightened by the qi, and he couldn't look at it anymore.

However, one glance is enough.

The corners of Hua Yi's mouth were slightly pulled, and he bowed to him with low eyes: "Your Majesty Demon Venerable." ”

The marriage contract between the Demon Venerable and the Qingqiu Emperor has been decided, which is something that everyone in the Three Realms knows very well. Hua Yi smiled bitterly in his heart, right now, he is in the bedroom of his fiancée, not only in the dormitory, but also in the bath, not only in the bath, but also in the ...... Naked......

His Majesty Demon Venerable responded with a chuckle.

"Huh-"

A sentence that is neither long nor short, the tail note is slightly raised, a smile is frosty and cold, quiet and cold until the bones of the person.

Hua Yi thought that the next moment Demon Venerable was going to be furious, but in the end, it was the cold smile that was slightly connected, and the cool killing machine was fleeting, he spoke, leisurely: "Bai Chu, how are you going to explain to me, you have a man hiding in the dormitory?"

Hua Yi was still in a daze, and the next moment, a piece of clothing split his head and covered his face, instantly covering his exposed upper body on the water.

Bai Chu came in from the door, and what he saw was Van Gogh with a strange face, stretching out his hand and pulling the end of the screen, blocking her way into the inner hall.

Bai Chu was stunned at first, and then suddenly, her eyes immediately looked around his arm and looked in, and 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 that Bai Chu had this attitude towards her, his arm was raised, and the spacious sleeves of his robe instantly blocked her vision: "Bai Chu, are you not here for me?"

Bai Chu, who has been in a lot of troubles recently, doesn't have a good mood at all, and he doesn't have so much effort to deal with him: "Van Gogh, don't make trouble for me." ”

"What's the mess?" Van Gogh sneered, looking down at her, "Disturbing the Divine Monarch's private meeting?"

"Face your grandma!" Bai Chu glared at him, and angrily knocked down his hand that was blocking the way on the screen, "That's Dayi's son, injured." ”

"Da ......" smiled slightly, and Van Gogh turned his head to look at the inner sanctum.

In the inner hall, the water vapor was steaming and hazy like mist, Hua Yi got dressed, leaving a wet hair hanging down from his shoulders.

Bai Chu frowned and walked in: "Who allowed you to come out! You have to soak for three hours a day, how long are you?" The moment she tugged on Hua Yi's collar with her bare hand, she still didn't notice anything wrong.

Vigorously pulled the placket down, and the man's toned and delicate chest was exposed to her sight.

She was about to pull it again, but she couldn't pull it anymore. Hua Yi clutched the clothes on her body tightly, and didn't give her half a penny.

Bai Chuhu raised his eyes suspiciously: "Why didn't you take it off?"

She raised her eyes to meet a face that was so red that even the roots of her ears were dyed crimson, Hua Yi turned her head and reminded in a low voice: "Shenjun, it's not very convenient." ”

"What's inconvenient?" Bai Chu, who once again ignored Van Gogh directly, looked at Hua Yi from top to bottom, thinking that he was shy, so he said very generously, "Where haven't I seen your whole body?" I don't mind, what are you awkward as a man!"

As he spoke, he continued to pull his clothes off.

Van Gogh, who was watching from the side and couldn't bear it anymore, spoke again: "Bai Chu!"

The volume of this voice was a little loud, Bai Chu subconsciously turned back, Van Gogh leaned on the screen and looked at her, his ink eyes were deep and the gaze was complicated.

Bai Chu blinked, looked down at the man's clothes in his hand, and the man's strong chest that was close at hand, and the man who was close to him inevitably entered his eyes, and the hall was a little inexplicably warm...... She quickly loosened Hua Yi's clothes, turned around to look at Van Gogh, hooked the corners of her mouth, and quickly raised a smile: "Van Gogh, are you there too?"

Van Gogh tugged at the corner of his lips and gave her a smiling smile back: "Shenjun, you are so busy." ”

The clear eyes turned sly, "Generally busy, what is the reason why the Demon Venerable came to Qingqiu?"

"It's okay, come and see the fiancée of the deity, and catch a rape together by the way. ”

"Catch the adulterer?" The light in his eyes flashed slightly, and the smile on Bai Chu's face was even stronger, "Benjun is going to use this dormitory now, why don't you go to rest outside the hall for a while, and when Benjun runs out of dormitory, you can come in and catch it slowly?"

"Rest outside the hall?" he said in a very gentle voice, with a faint smile, "The deity still likes to rest in the temple of the Divine Monarch." ”

Bai Chu pretended to regret: "There is no place for you in the palace." ”

"The location is still crowded. ”

"The identity of the Demon Venerable is so noble, how bad is it to squeeze it? It seems that Benjun is too stingy. ”

"The deity doesn't mind. ”

"Ben-kun minds. ”

The two of them talked and laughed like the wind, and the mysterious dark tide in the words was surging, back and forth, the sword was not born, and the edge was out. The air around seemed to freeze suddenly, and the atmosphere was gloomy and terrifying, and no one would take a step back when it was clear that a few words could explain the things that made sense.

Hua Yi watched from the side, only feeling cold sweat, couldn't bear to look directly, covered his lips and coughed.

The two looked at him together, and Hua Yi turned his head and pretended not to know.

Van Gogh frowned, no longer had the heart to talk to Bai Chu, and stretched out his finger to Hua Yi: "Bai Chu, give me an explanation." ”

"Explanation? This monarch has left His Royal Highness of the Heavenly Realm in this monarch's palace, why do you want to explain it to the Demon Venerable?" If Bai Chu looked at him, his words were clear and clear.

The dark jade-like eyes sank slightly: "Bai Chu, you don't need to explain to the deity?"

"Where is it needed?"

Van Gogh's face was gloomy, staring at her, and his gaze was suddenly as sharp as a blade: "The fiancée of the deity hid a man in her dormitory, and she doesn't need to explain to the deity?"

Bai Chu is usually not stupid, but he is not very enlightened in some things. She has been in elementary school since she was a prince, and in Qingqiu, except for the king, everyone has to follow her wishes. Even if you really raise a face in the dormitory, you don't need to ask for the king's consent. There has never been a rule in this world that tells her that she has to seek other people's opinions on what she raises and puts in her own room.

So, Bai Chu felt that Van Gogh was a little inexplicable, and repeated what he had said to Qianqian: "He is the son of Dayi, and he is also injured." ”

Van Gogh felt angry and funny: "So you keep him in your dormitory?"

Bai Chu frowned: "I healed him, he didn't hurt well, how could I rest assured that he would stay somewhere else." ”

He snorted coldly: "When His Highness the Heavenly Realm was injured, he had to bother Qingqiu to take care of it." ”

Bai Chu's eyes sank, hesitated for a moment, took his hand, and wrote four words on his palm: "Injured by the dragon's claws." ”

The frost in the ink eyes narrowed slightly, there are not many dragons that can hurt His Highness the Heavenly Realm, Van Gogh glanced at Hua Yi sideways, even Xianze couldn't condense it, that kind of injury was indeed serious enough. He looked back at Bai Chu, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he said without pain: "The present world is retribution." ”

The current world report, what is owed to Dayi, is still on her son.

Bai Chu's eyes darkened.

He took a step forward and leaned his head close to her ear: "Bai Chu, if I were you, I wouldn't take such a big risk." ”

Bai Chu was biased, the man's chin to his sideburns, and the flow was an extremely beautiful arc, but the coolness in those words was colder than the cold in this winter: "What if you owe it to others? ”

There was a lot of reverence in his deliberately lowered voice, and only she could hear what he said.

After speaking, Van Gogh didn't look at her, walked around her towards Hua Yi, smiled on his lips, and said lightly: "Your Highness is really fateful." ”

Before Hua Yi, who had a bad fate, understood the meaning of the Demon Venerable's words, his body was empty, and the next moment, he was suddenly thrown into the bath on the side.

The water splashed high, and the water rose high into the air and fell, some splashed on the ground, some splashed on the screen, and some wet Bai Chu's clothes.

With a wave of the purple sleeve, the mighty Shenze came out of the palm exposed at the end of the sleeve and pressed straight towards the pool.

Bai Chu was shocked: "Van Gogh, your strength is too domineering, he can't stand it!"

The water surface boiled in an instant, Hua Yi's complexion in the water gradually turned from white to red, the green tendons on his neck were raging, and sweat soon appeared on his forehead.

Van Gogh pretended not to hear it, and his palm made a force, and a more fierce divine breath poured towards Hua Yi Tianling.

Hua Yi's previous heavy injuries hurt his lungs and muscles, and he needed to recuperate slowly, so Bai Chu only gave him an hour a day to help him breathe. Van Gogh, on the other hand, exerted enough strength at the beginning, so that the injury could indeed be cured immediately, and although the injury healed, it was easy to leave future troubles. Not to mention that the power of the demon god is a hundred times more domineering than Hua Yi's own immortal yuan, such a strong god is directly poured out, and it is still a question whether Hua Yi's damaged body can withstand it.

Bai Chu stretched out his hand to stop it, Van Gogh seemed to expect her to do this, and then he increased his force, and directly withdrew his palm the moment she reached over, and grabbed that wrist by the way, and pulled it skillfully-

Bai Chu, who couldn't hold back, threw his whole body directly into Van Gogh's arms.

Van Gogh put his arms around her waist, "Now, his injuries are healed." ”

"Van Gogh, you are such a bastard!" Bai Chu glared at him, his face full of anger, "With such a strong supplement, his immortal root is blocked, and he is almost hopeless to become a god in the future!"

"Oh, is it?" he said nonchalantly, "my hands are heavy, I'm sorry." ”

She struggled with him: "Van Gogh! you know you can't do this!"

The big palm forced her to get closer to him, and he leaned close to her ear: "That's right, I did it on purpose." ”

"Van Gogh!"

"Bai Chu, I'm angry. He looked down at her, and his voice was so clear that he didn't hide a trace of superfluous emotion: "You know how I would be when I got angry. ”

"You-"

He stretched out a finger to her lips, and his voice was soft, like the wind blowing into her ears: "Bai Chu, you should be glad that I didn't kill him." ”

After speaking, he let go of the hand around her waist, and without looking at her again, he brushed his sleeves and left.