The wound on Van Gogh's shoulder was not treated yesterday, and when I look at it today, it is still bloody.

If you look closely, you can see that it was indeed a bone injury, and the marks of sharp teeth on the shoulder blades were clearly visible in the blood.

The medicinal powder was evenly sprinkled on it, Bai Chu looked at his wound and teased: "Van Gogh, your skin is so thick, I used so much strength to bite, and I only bit such a place." ”

Van Gogh twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are you going to bite off my whole shoulder before you are willing?"

Bai Chu pursed his lips, picked up the gauze that had been prepared a long time ago, and covered the wound.

Van Gogh gasped, "Lightly." ”

"Yesterday, I didn't cry out of pain when I took a shower with a wound, and I hummed when I took the medicine. That being said, the gauze moved softly when it was wound.

The injury is on the shoulder, which is a place where you often need to move, and the bandage is not easy to tie. It must be at a loss to be another person, Bai Chu has been beaten and injured since he was a child, and the technique of changing dressings and tying bandages is also first-class, the bandages went around his armpits to his back, and after a while, the bandages at the wound were firmly fixed.

"This injury makes it heal on its own, and it has to be taken care of for ten days and half a month. During this time, the left arm was raised as little as possible. Bai Chu wrapped the bandage a few more times and tied the knot about three inches under his armpit, so that his usual dressing would not be affected, "Anyway, can you find the piece of meat that was bitten off?"

Van Gogh looked back at her, "Want to know?"

"If you can find the best, when the time comes, you can make a healing and recovery technique, and the injury will be healed immediately. After cleaning up the medicine bottle and medicine jar, Bai Chu cleaned his hands in the basin of water on the side.

The hands are white, the wrists are smooth and flat, and the wound that was wrapped around the god silk yesterday has already healed automatically after sleeping for a night.

Van Gogh handed her a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and said leisurely: "That piece of meat was chewed by you, and it is in your stomach at the moment." ”

No wonder I woke up this morning and felt that my spiritual power had increased slightly......

Bai Chu looked back at him, wiped the water on his hands, and squeezed out a flattering smile, "Your Majesty is really self-sacrificing." ”

Van Gogh smiled back at her coldly, but opened his uninjured arm, "Change clothes." ”

was really ready to take her as a person, Bai Chu threw away the handkerchief and looked him up and down, "If Your Majesty wants to change clothes, you can make a decision yourself." If you want to enjoy it, call the maid who is guarding outside the hall to come in and serve. The deity has never done anything to serve people. ”

"The clothes are outside the curtain behind them. He didn't look at her, his hand was still extended, and at the end, he added, "You made my underworld chaotic, and yesterday, I only hung you for an hour." ”

The threat in the words was obvious.

"It's also kind of fun to dress people. Bai Chuyi tore open the curtain behind his head and smiled, "Your Majesty, do you want to wear that white and purple dress today, or that silver embroidered with cirrus clouds? The mandala embroidered on the hem of that robe is slightly familiar, as if it is the same one I am wearing today." ”

The words fell, and the last thing she said was already on her arm.

Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced down at the clothes on his body, which he had newly put on when he got up this morning.

After the relationship between the two was decided, Van Gogh's dormitory never lacked Bai Chu's clothes, and Bai Chu's dormitory was indispensable to Van Gogh's regular clothes.

The hem of the white clothes, the mandala flowers wrapped around the purple threads, the white and purple overlap, the layers of frost dye, brilliant and extravagant.

The clothes of both of them were woven according to the best weaver girl of the Nine Heavens. Because the two are of equal rank and status, the fabric of the uniform is almost the same. In addition, the two were originally close, and the weaver girl was occasionally lazy, and the same style of clothes was made into two pieces of men and women.

I remember that when they first met, the style and pattern of the clothes on their bodies were the same.

All over the world, except for each other, no one has the same style of clothes as the two of them. Among the gods of the Three Realms of Kyushu, only the two of them could have the same style of clothes.

At this moment, Bai Chu personally dressed Van Gogh and tied his clothes, inevitably having some physical contact with him.

His head was bowed to his chest, and his long knuckles were flexibly knotted, and he tied the inside and then the outside, and fastened the placket of his robe, and then wrapped the belt.

The long eyelashes that droop slightly are neat, and the light of the golden pupils is hidden in it, and it is clear that he is dissatisfied with his mouth, but he is patient and meticulous when he really does it. Tie the belt, ring the jade, and don't forget to comb the tassels under the jade.

As she walked around him, the hem of the robe fluttered lightly, and the mandala at the hem of the robe jumped up and down, gently brushing the same lines on the hem of his robe, reflecting each other, like flowers blooming together.

A faint smile appeared in Van Gogh's eyes, pulled her into his arms, kissed her smooth forehead, and murmured softly, "Bai Chu, I am pleased with you." ”

"What?" the voice was too soft, and the murmur was a little muffled. Bai Chu only had time to hear his name clearly, and this sentence passed.

Van Gogh smiled slightly and took her hand, "It's time to go, go to Huangquan to see the flowers." ”

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On both sides of Huangquan Road, into the eyes, is a holy white.

Different from the arrogant and upright in the past, the Manzhu Sawa at this moment is all hanging their crowns and bowing their heads. The petals are like silk, light and graceful, because there are no leaves when they dissolve, and the clusters of curly petals overlap and spread out like floating clouds.

The sea of white flowers is looking down, and the back of a green shirt comes into view, and the long hair is like a waterfall, hanging straight down to the knees.

As if sensing something, the figure moved slightly, tilted his head slightly, revealing a delicate side face, and on the exposed forehead, there were light purple lines, which was very mysterious.

The faint gods scattered in all directions, and the living souls floating around them all lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their eyes to look.

Bai Chu and Van Gogh had not yet arrived at Huangquan, and they saw such a scene from afar.

The breeze blew, Manzhu Sahua curled Nana, the green shirt was faintly in a piece of white, and was suddenly pulled by a sudden white shadow in a flower, and the whole body fell into the flowers.

"Fox, you're cheating again!"

The woman's voice was half annoyed, and as soon as she spoke, she was muffled by a clear smile.

Among the flowers, the man in white clothes sprinkled his body, stretched out his hand, and led the woman in the green shirt.

The extremely familiar handsome face, the gold in the light gold god pattern on the forehead seems to be deeper than before. With just one glance, Bai Chu's heart jumped violently.

Even if he was prepared in his heart, when he really saw that the person appeared in front of him unharmed, the excitement and joy overflowing from the depths of his heart were indescribable, and there was an impulse in his heart, I just wanted to rush over, throw myself into his arms, and listen to his familiar voice call her "Ah Chu".

On the other side of the flowers, the man seemed to notice something, his head tilted slightly, and he looked in the direction of Bai Chu.

Bai Chu quickly dragged Van Gogh in front of him as soon as his head moved, and then pulled it violently, and the two of them avoided behind the boulder on the side.

Van Gogh leaned against the stone and looked at her, "What, you don't want to see him?"

Bai Chu's gaze flew away from the boulder, glanced in the direction of the man in front of him, and when he saw that the man didn't look this way anymore, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How could it be so fast? Back then, Chi Shu's soul flew away, and it took him a full 30,000 years to condense his soul, and it was only a few months since he did?" Bai Chu tugged at the sleeve of Van Gogh's robe and unconsciously clenched it hard.

"Chi Shu really sacrificed heaven and earth back then, your brother can be regarded as a fraud at most, can it be the same. Van Gogh's eyes lit up, staring at her, and reaching out to cover her hand, "What's the matter with you? ”

Bai Chu bit his lip, turned his eyes away from him, and secretly looked outside the boulder, and saw that the two people in the flowers were coming side by side.

She was shocked, "Van Gogh, your cultivation is deeper than mine, and the trick you use is not easy for my brother to discover, you use a spell to turn my eyes black, quickly!"

Van Gogh frowned, "What will happen if it doesn't change?"

didn't ask the reason, only asked the consequences, what did he know?Bai Chu's eyes flashed with panic, seeing that the two of them were getting closer and closer, she didn't have so much effort to ponder Van Gogh, staring at him, "Do you change or don't change?!"

Van Gogh looked at her with a complicated expression, "If you don't say it, forget it." Tilted his head, bypassed her, and walked directly out of the boulder, and the next moment, the wide sleeves sank, Van Gogh lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

She turned into a little fox and got into his sleeve?

A furry body crawled up his arm, lest there was nowhere to hide.

In the blink of an eye, two people, one white and one green, had already walked in front of him.

The white robe, handsome and indifferent, is Bai Xin.

Van Gogh's gaze fell on the person beside Bai Xin, the green clothes were gorgeous, the complexion was beautiful, and the light purple divine pattern on the forehead was magnificent, just like him, even if he had never seen it before, but at a glance, it was not difficult to know her identity.

His father's only eldest sister, who had usurped his grandfather's throne and was taken by his father. His aunt, Chongjin.

In the Three Realms, she used to be the most powerful goddess.

After only a moment, he retracted his gaze, and Van Gogh bowed slightly towards the two, "Two gods, long time gone." ”

"Demon Venerable. ”

This voice was indifferent and the tone was ordinary, but the fox in Van Gogh's sleeve trembled when he heard it.

The woman in Tsing Yi had a pair of eyes as deep and slender as Van Gogh, and she took two steps forward and looked Van Gogh up and down.

In the dark eyes, the waves flowed, and after a while, the corners of his mouth hooked and raised gently, "What is hidden in the sleeve?"

Van Gogh looked back at her faintly, "A fox." ”

In his sleeve, Bai Chu bit him heavily on the arm.

"Fox?" the woman raised her eyebrows and glanced meaningfully at Bai Qi, "Your relatives?"

Bai Xin's gaze glanced over faintly, and fell on Van Gogh's cuffs, "Demon Venerable is raising foxes in the Nine Secluded Sects?"

The white teeth in his sleeve were against his arm, and as long as he dared to say more than half a word, he would bite it down directly. Van Gogh pulled his lips, "Bai Chu's pet, put it in my generation for a while." ”

"She can't even raise herself, and she still has pets?" Bai Xin stretched out his hand and hooked in the air, "The deity wants to see what kind of little fox can enter her eyes." ”

Before Bai Chu in his sleeve could quickly grasp Van Gogh's arm, he was directly sucked out by this burst of force.