Recently, three unbelievable events have taken place in the Three Realms.

The first thing, the Qingqiu Fox Emperor announced to the Three Realms to recruit a son-in-law for Emperor Ji Baichu. Less than half a day after the news was released, the demon world ran directly to Qingqiu with the dowry, and the six rites (1) in front of Nacai, Mingming, and Naji were all saved, and they were directly recruited, and the red silk dowry was given for twenty-nine days, without interruption, and there was a momentum to continue to send. From a distance, it was as if a red river had suddenly been erected between Qingqiu and the Demon Realm, and the red river was flowing endlessly.

The second thing is that the emperor who was supposed to receive the dowry in Qingqiu stood a hundred meters away from the Xuanqiong Realm for several days in a row, doing nothing, just staring at the Xuanqiong Realm Gate motionlessly. Then one day, the emperor of Qingqiu suddenly stopped standing outside the Xuanqiong, and the Xuanqiong Realm Gate was destroyed overnight: the plaque of the Realm Gate fell to the ground, the stone pillars on both sides were broken into four pieces, the magic cover of the Realm Gate disappeared without a trace, and even the guards at the door became stupid, and at a glance, it was miserable.

The third thing is that Hua Yi, the Great Highness of the Immortal Realm, suddenly disappeared from Jiuxiao, and there was no trace of him. In line with the principle that everyone is good at gossip, this 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 to gossip about the latter, the former is boring, and the latter has ups and downs, so everyone silently lit a wax in their hearts for the missing His Royal Highness Hua Yi, and then talked about the first two major events with great interest.

"Auntie, you destroyed the gate of the Xuanqiong Realm?"

The sun was shining, and the courtyard, which should have been extremely empty, was crowded with piles of dowry gifts at this time. Bai Yi performed a trick and walked through the dowry pile, and at a glance, he saw the emperor of Qingqiu sitting on two large boxes with Erlang's legs crossed, lazily basking in the sun, knowing that he was coming, he glanced at him: "Xuanqiong Realm Gate? I want to destroy it, but I don't have the courage or ability to destroy the magic cover of that realm gate as well." ”

I don't know if it's intentional or not, today's Shenjun is wearing a green, green clothes, green skirt and green shoes, green hairpins, green pendants and green bracelets, and they appear in the red pile here. A little green in the red bushes, this bit of green is just right, the wind blows through, the clothes float up, refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

"Except for my aunt and grandmother, who else has the courage to destroy the Xuanqiong Realm Gate in these worlds and eight wildernesses?"

Bai Chu beckoned to him and motioned for him to come closer. Then, he covered his lips with his hand and coughed: "The ugliness of the family should not be publicized, you can understand it by yourself, and it is enough to be happy in your heart, don't say it, otherwise our family will have to pay people a boundary." ”

Bai Yi blinked and had an epiphany.

The door was destroyed by his own family, and he had more courage than the Divine Monarch to destroy the Boundary Gate, who else was there besides the Fox Emperor? Bai Yi showed a somewhat strange expression on his face: "Good girl, I accidentally seem to know something terrible." Will the king kill me?"

Bai Chu squinted and smiled, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Good nephew and grandson, if you call me an aunt and grandmother again, you don't need to bother you to do it, this gentleman will personally kick you out." After a pause, he changed his expression when he spoke again, "Van Gogh, what do you mean?"

As soon as these words fell, His Royal Highness Taisun, who was originally standing in front of Emperor Ji, changed into a different appearance in the blink of an eye.

The green-clothed god monarch has a serious face.

The purple-clothed Demon Venerable, his eyebrows were lightly raised.

"Bai Chu, what do I mean, don't you know?"

Purple robe, Shen Ze is dignified, the raised eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples, Van Gogh smiled in his eyes, and there was a sigh in his smiling words: "You are in trouble, within the Three Realms, who has the courage to come to the door to propose?" One hand on the box, neatly sat next to Bai Chu, "Bai Chu, if I don't come to support you for the scene, will you still let you be ignored for these ridiculous jokes?"

Bai Chu frowned, his eyes suddenly cold.

What Van Gogh meant, she knew. As a demon venerable, Van Gogh appeared in Qingqiu in a grand manner, and she was not surprised. He sent her a dowry, and she was not surprised. Because this is a natural thing in the trajectory of her life.

Before she was hundreds of years old and didn't know Van Gogh, she knew that she was very likely to marry him in the future.

What kind of probability? No choice, no choice, only him.

The marriage of the Protoss has always been exquisite. Back then, the king fell in love with a mortal, fell in love with that mortal, and had children, but no matter how much he liked it, he didn't marry that mortal after all. Marriage here is not a simple affair. The gods get married, sacrifice to heaven and earth, a sacrifice is eternal life, unless the ashes are extinguished, otherwise the name on the sacrificial stone will never be eliminated.

It is not that a person who is a god cannot marry a mortal, but that he is a mortal and does not deserve that position at all. If you don't deserve it, you can't bear it. A mere mortal, if the audience worships on the top of the immortal, there will be five thunderbolts in the first worship, and the soul will be scattered.

Bai Chu came to the god body, he was a descendant of the ancient god clan, and he inherited the position of the prince of Qingqiu, looking at the Three Realms, he could be regarded as the most noble goddess in birth. With such an identity, those who are gods the day after tomorrow are all Gao Pan, not to mention other immortals and demons?

It is indispensable for a person in a high position to choose a mate. And in this world, there are few people who are born as gods. A male god who was born a god and has a noble status, and has not yet had a marriage contract. Since Bai Chu was born to the present, it is unfortunate that there is only one Van Gogh who meets the standards.

Bai Chu knew when he was very young that Kyushu was all over the world, and there were eight desolation gods, and only Van Gogh was worthy of her. In heaven and on earth, Van Gogh has no one worthy of it except her.

So, when she became friendly with Van Gogh, neither the king nor the demon lord of the year stopped them from coming and going. Such tolerance allows her to freely enter and leave any place in the Demon Realm without needing to be informed. And Van Gogh can appear in her inner sanctum at any time, as long as she doesn't do anything excessive, the king will not come to participate.

When Bai Chu has something on his mind, he doesn't worry about whether Van Gogh can guess or not, and when Van Gogh wants to do something, as long as Bai Chu asks, he will tell her.

Because they all know that on the Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Stone, the names of two people are engraved together, but it is only a matter of time or time.

It's one thing to fall in love with someone, it's another thing to marry someone. The two things have never been equivalent, Bai Chu knows this very clearly. Therefore, when she liked Chi Shu, she only secretly liked it so much, and she never stirred up the relationship between Chi Sheng and Chi Shu.

At the same time, knowing that Bai Chu liked Van Gogh in Chi Shu, he was happy to watch jokes on the side. Because he knew in his heart that Bai Chu and Chi Shu would not have results.

Between Bai Chu and Van Gogh, he proposed, hired, and married. It's like it's predestined for a long time, and no one will feel surprised if you follow this path.

The dowry was piled up all over the yard, a pile of red, a little purple, and a touch of green. Originally, it was three colors that were extremely incongruous, and they were crowded together and were very eye-catching.

Bai Chu casually opened the box next to him, picked up the things inside, picked them up, and then put them back. She knew that she would marry Van Gogh one day, but she never imagined that this day would come so soon. Under the dowry, the kiss will be decided. Although the time of marriage and engagement are not the same, unless there are variables in between, the final result is about the same.

Variables? Don't talk to God about variables. I can't afford to talk about it, and I can't afford to lose.

Purple-clothed and handsome, graceful, Bai Chu turned his head slightly, and crashed into his inky jade-like eyes, his eyes were deep and translucent, just staring at her straight for a moment.

Bai Chu was stunned, staggered his gaze, and his words were a little anxious: "Why are you staring at me all the time?"

He looked at her with a gaze that was still deep and focused, his thin lips opened slightly, and the words that came out of it were extremely certain, "Bai Chu, you are avoiding me." ”

"Avoiding you?" Bai Chu glanced at him strangely, "I'm right in front of you, where is 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 dark jade-like pupils. Van Gogh leaned over and leaned closer to her: "It's clearly in front of me, but why do you want to avoid me?" Bai Chu, what are you thinking?"

The two were already close to each other, and with Van Gogh's action, the two of them could even feel each other's breath directly.

The man's carved face was close in front of him, and Bai Chu could clearly see the subtlety of every inch of skin on his face. She subconsciously stepped back, but forgot that she was sitting on a box, and there was no way out. Leaning back, the purple shadow in front of her flickered, and the next moment, she was surrounded by Van Gogh.

The top of the box was hard, rounded, with a few cold rivets on it, and it was very uncomfortable to rest on the head. Van Gogh's hands were on either side of her shoulders, and it was obvious that he didn't want her to get up for the time being.

"Van Gogh, don't make a fuss. He leaned over her, the hair hanging from his shoulders brushing her face, itching slightly.

This voice was soft and slightly annoyed, but because of the slight tremor at the end, it sounded a little coquettish.

Van Gogh raised his eyebrows, kindly brushed away the hair that had touched her face, and then, pinching one of them to the side of her ear, and gently slashing it on her sideburns.

A burst of itching, aroused from the side of the ear, instantly spread through the blood and skin throughout the body, Bai Chu wrinkled his brows: "Van Gogh, you-"

He was only halfway through his words, and then he was abruptly silent. Van Gogh looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were raised, and a pair of sword eyebrows flew obliquely and presumptuously: "Now I am forcing you to confess, I can only ask a question, and you can answer." ”

Torture?

This word made Bai Chu want to scold, but because she was silenced by Van Gogh, she couldn't do anything except stare at him.

Van Gogh was pleased with the effect he had caused, narrowed his eyes, and then spoke: "Why are you avoiding me?"

Avoid ...... What kind of problem is this?

As soon as the silence was lifted, "Van Gogh, you're full and have nothing to do—"

"Bai Chu, you are forcing me to torture. Van Gogh sighed softly, suddenly raised his hand to pick up her face, and gently scratched the strand of hair around her neck.

The dense itching made her collapse all over, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

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(1) Six rites: refers to the six kinds of etiquette in the process from the proposal to the completion of the marriage, namely: Nacai, asking for names, Najib, Nazheng, inviting the date, and welcoming in person.