The clear eyes, the dark color, and the lips moved lightly: "Benjun, I want to borrow a touch of divine consciousness from the Demon Venerable." ”

"Divine sense?" Van Gogh's face was slightly surprised, and he thought for a moment, revealing a look of understanding: "That little one in your family, he is not honest when he just transforms, and even your divine sense can't control him?"

The black hair will disappear for two hours every day, in Qingqiu, there is no great secret, there are people with hearts, but if you want to know, it is not a difficult thing. Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled lightly, but in that eye, the dark color suddenly turned into a blade, and the coolness was sensitive: "The Demon Venerable is very concerned about Qingqiu. ”

Van Gogh looked down at her and smiled: "Your business, our son's business, the deity naturally has to pay attention to it." ”

The voice is soft and clear, and the last word, the tail note rises slightly, like a breeze blowing through the catkins, soft and soft. Bai Chu blinked, "This cheek is so thick that it's almost invulnerable." ”

"Thank you. The smile was warm, but it didn't fall into the black jade eyes at all. He spread his palm upward, turned into a touch of purple light, and put his backhand into Bai Chu's hand without the slightest hesitation.

Bai Chu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his palm slowly absorbed that divine sense, and his eyes were darker, and he said casually: "Do you also think that kid is strange?"

"It's just weird?" Van Gogh lowered his eyes to see the scar on Bai Chu's forehead, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more treacherous, "Bai Chu, that incident 30,000 years ago, do you still only think it was an impulse on your part?"

The clear eyes suddenly condensed: "What?"

The wind passed, and the purple yarn fluttered softly, softly swinging between the two. The man's face was half-hidden in the light veil, revealing the distant and unfathomable meaning in his words more and more deeply: "In order to frame you, the master of Yaochi will fight for his life to jump into the magic pool?"

His eyes were cold.

"Your master, why don't you believe you at all, why don't you stop you when I see you entering the demon pool?" The dark and gloomy color that slipped under his eyes became more and more like the darkness of the night, and his voice became deeper and softer: "Bai Chu, have you ever thought about why Chi Shu stimulated you to lead the troops to solve it?"

As soon as he waved away the veil that blocked his eyes, Bai Chu twisted his eyebrows: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could my master—"

Mo Yu's eyes deepened a little, and her cold gaze wandered on her face recklessly: "Bai Chu, you caused such a big disaster back then, according to Emperor Hu's temper, why did you just lock you up for 30,000 years?"

Bai Chu's face turned slightly pale, and his eyes were a little panicked.

"Do you think that if you lead the army to exterminate the immortals and demons, why doesn't my father blame you?"

Bai Chu subconsciously stepped back.

"Do you think that most of the descendants of my demon clan have been wiped out because of the army, and my father has fallen because of the obstruction of the army, and the entire fairy world has complaints, and why no one in the demon clan complains about you?" She took a step back, and Van Gogh took a step closer to her, and her cold eyes slowly colded: "Do you think that you have been alone with me for so long, why don't I kill you?"

The words are frosty, and the forest is in the bones.

Bai Chu pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at him: "I owe you my life, if you want it, you can take it at any time." ”

The cold hand touched her cheek, leaned over, and whispered in her ear: "Bai Chu, what you owe me is more than a life." ”

Bai Chu frowned and dodged his hand.

"Bai Chu, you actually understand it in your heart, but you don't dare to guess. His eyes were quiet and clear, as clear as the light of glass, and after a pause, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, "Or, have you actually guessed, why did Chi Shu provoke you to lead the punishment of heaven? Why did you take the initiative to die? Why does your son disappear every day?"

The voice was faint, little by little, it came into the ears, bringing a tingling all over the body:

"Bai Chu, have you ever thought that your so-called master may not be dead?"