Nine Netherworld Mansions, on both sides of Huangquan Road, into the eye, extremely red.

Bright red color, one by one brilliantly blooming, the lobes are narrow and draped like needles, the edges are shrunken, and the posture is proudly like raising the head, paving the entire Huangquan Road on both sides.

It is clearly just a flower growing in the Yellow Spring, but it is full of this arrogant posture. Bai Chu walked through the flowers wantonly, all the way, with a piece of flowers under his feet, and turned his head over, "Who to see?"

Dressed in white and covered with snow, standing in the red bushes. The goddess is noble and bright as jade.

On the side of Huangquan Road, Van Gogh looked at her faintly from the flowers: "This is not an ordinary flower. The evil aura around the underworld is extremely heavy, everything does not grow, and not an inch of grass grows, only this flower blooms for a long time. ”

"How long? how long is that?" she stood among the flowers.

"Millennial flowers bloom, millennium flowers fall, flowers bloom and leaves fall, leaves fall and flowers bloom. ”

"Millennium?" Bai Chu glanced down at his surroundings, "So, everything in this place should be refined." ”

As he spoke, he leaned down and reached out to touch the nearest one. Before her fingers could touch the bright petals, she saw that the petals were windless and moved slightly to the side, avoiding her outstretched hand.

Bai Chu squinted, went around the petals and went down, grabbed its stem, and pulled it out with a slight force in his hand.

The bright red petals shook violently, and there was a slight sound, and when you listened closely, it was like a cry.

Bai Chu frowned, and suddenly exerted force in his hand, uprooting this plant and discarding it directly.

Van Gogh watched from the sidelines, "Bai Chu, why do you have to get along with a flower?"

"Just a flower?" Bai Chu glanced at him, stretched out his hand and pointed on the ground, "Look clearly, what kind of thing is it!"

On the ground, the uprooted flowers swayed in the middle of the road, and a little fluorescence slowly bloomed from the center of the flower, and in the blink of an eye, a graceful woman appeared in the light. The red dress is light gauze, the figure is bewitching, and with an equally enchanting face, every move is full of hooks.

The woman's face was pale, and she ran towards Van Gogh after almost being transformed, and knelt down at Van Gogh's feet after two or three steps, "Your Majesty, be the master of the slave family." ”

The voice is tactful like a warbler's cry, light and charming, every intonation rises and falls, and the voice is crisp to the bones.

Van Gogh frowned, his gaze swept over her to Bai Chu in the flowers. The latter curled his lips and raised his eyebrows to look at him, deliberately tactfully and coquettishly, "Your Majesty, how to deal with it?"

The sound is like a silk string, gentle and gentle, and every vicarious inheritance is just right, and the sound enters the ears, the heart, and the lungs.

The clear eyes are sparkling, and they are full of banter.

Van Gogh didn't look at the man on the ground, "But just a flower, if you like to pick it, this flower full of yellow springs will be given to you, and you can pick and play with it." ”

When the woman on the ground heard this, her face changed drastically, and her body trembled and fell to her knees.

"All the Manzhu Sawa in the Yellow Spring will be given to me?" Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, his lips curled deeper, and he walked towards Van Gogh, "The Nine Netherworlds, the total is just such a little color, if they are all picked by me, where do you let those souls enjoy the scenery?"

Come all the way and don't look at your feet.

Because of the flower pulling action just now and the disdain of the Demon Venerable, the sea of flowers seemed to have learned a lesson, and in the place where Bai Chu passed, they all bowed their heads and sent them off respectfully.

Van Gogh watched her all the way, as proud as she was, how could she see something else standing up in front of her? She must have brought it down from her feet and submitted to the multitude.

He smiled dumbly, "What kind of scenery do you still enjoy for the living soul?" ”

Leaving the sea of flowers and stepping onto Huangquan Road, Bai Chu answered with a smile, "People finally died and entered the underworld, so they always have to leave a good impression, right?"

"After crossing the Nai He Bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, after reincarnation, do you still want to make a good impression on the family?" he walked over, spreading his hands and reaching up.

Bai Chu stretched out his hand and put the thing in his palm into his palm.

The crystal clear Qiyao glazed stone, Van Gogh glanced at it, and sighed helplessly, "Bai Chu, you should know that what I reached out for is not this." ”

raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you want to hold my hand, you naturally have to help me do the right thing first." ”

Van Gogh narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile grew in his eyes, "If you don't give a sweetness first, how can I help you?"

"Want sweetness?" Bai Chu stretched out her hand and pinched the void, and the flower eyes that had just fallen to the ground reached the palm of her hand, she glanced at the flower soul spirit who was still kneeling on the ground and was at a loss, "Goblin, give your majesty a dance, you want to be glamorous, undressed." ”

Hua Jing was startled, put her hands around her chest, and looked at Bai Chu tightly with a white face.

"Don't take it off?" Bai Chu stretched out his hand and pulled a petal.

The flower essence trembled, quickly took off the outermost gauze coat, and knelt down tremblingly, "Niangniang spare her life!"

Hearing this "Niangniang", Bai Chu frowned slightly, stared at her, and his voice was cold, "What are you doing so fast, the deity makes you dance, naturally you have to take it off little by little, put it back on, and start over." ”

Hua Jing's face turned red, and she trembled and picked up her clothes and put them on, and then knelt on the ground, her body dancing gracefully.

The gauze is light and thin, windless and automatic, and the muscles are like fat, looming.

Bai Chu glanced at Van Gogh, "Soft and smooth, do you want to go up and touch it?"

Van Gogh bent his lips and leaned closer to her, his voice ambiguous in her ear, "Not as tender as you, not as slippery as you, I just want to touch you." ”

wanted to reach out to grab her, but was slapped away by her.

The golden eyes were slightly bright, and there was a full sense of danger in his eyes, and his voice was like an orchid, deep and cold, "Who allowed you to look at her?"

Van Gogh was slightly stunned when he heard this, "It's not you who ...... you"

"I want her to dance for you, but maybe you can see it!" The golden eyes were bright and dark, and she grabbed the placket of his clothes, "You dare to look at others unscrupulously in front of me, behind my back, how much have you seen?"

Van Gogh exclaimed: "We didn't ...... before"

"It used to be before!" she poked her finger in his chest, "Van Gogh, you've been hired, you're my man now." You won't be allowed to see it without my permission!"

He was slightly sudden, his eyes lit up, he grabbed her fingers poked at his chest, tilted his head and smiled, "I, yours?"

Bai Chu snorted, his fingers pulled out of his palm, tilted his head, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, "Do the right thing." ”

He bowed his head, his forehead rested on her forehead, and his voice was low: "After finishing this, I still want to do one more thing." ”

She raised her eyes, her eyes shining with gold, "What's the matter?"

He stretched out his finger and traced it lightly to her lips, and his voice was hoarse, "Do it...... You. The tip of his nose smelled the crisp fragrance on her body, stared at her for a moment, smiled slightly, moved his fingers down her chin, moved down her neck, passed through the placket, and teased her collarbone, wanting to go down further, but reluctantly withdrew his hand, pulled her placket and said in a more hoarse voice:

"I want to see you dance, glamorous, stripped......"

The voice is soft, every word falls to the ground lightly, swirling in the ears, and the sentences are ambiguous and sultry to the point of itching.

"Good. ”

With a tug in his heart, he moved his forehead away from her a little and looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect her to say yes, and ...... Promised so quickly. With a sudden and violent beating between his heart and lungs, Van Gogh took a deep breath and was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.

He smiled slightly, holding the hand of the Qiyao glazed stone and slowly transporting it, the thick Shenze came out of the palm, and the purple mist filled the palm, instantly surrounding the Qiyao glazed stone.

With a slight movement of his wrist, the purple glazed stone slowly left his hand, floating from the void above the sea of flowers.

As if he had been summoned, the sea of Manzhu Sawa flowers was released, and the brilliant red volleyed up in the air, heading straight towards the mid-air Qiyao glazed stone.

The glazed seven rays, the luster is turning, and the thousands of radiance are all in it.

Blink and shine even more dazzlingly.

The Nine Netherworlds are bright for a while, as bright as day.

Thousands of souls wailed.

The voice was so harsh that it pierced through the eardrum, and Bai Chu frowned: "This light can't be extinguished?"

Van Gogh flicked his sleeves in the air and cast a trick to go up.

The bright light dissipated, and even the void Qiyao glazed stone was nowhere to be seen, and the wailing stopped.

Bai Chu held his chin in his hand and nodded, "This technique is good, if I don't look closely, I won't be able ......to detect it" The next moment, his body was light, and he was directly stopped and picked up.

She was shocked, and turned her head to a pair of dark eyes, which were full of fire and thirst:

"Go to me, or go to you. ”

She curled her lips and put her arms around his neck to hook him, pretending to think, "Hmm...... My bed was soft, the pillows were high, and the air was clear everywhere, so I slept ......"

He hugged her tightly and walked briskly under his feet, "It's too far, go close to me, my bed is firm and can be tossed casually." ”

She found a comfortable position in his arms, resting her head on his arm as a pillow, "too hard and uncomfortable." ”

The scene around him moved quickly, and he walked quickly through the gate of the Nine Netherworld Temple, "Believe me, the hard one will make you comfortable." ”

The guard at the door didn't have time to salute, and when he heard this, he was so frightened that he didn't even hold his weapon steady.

In an instant, I arrived at the Demon Venerable's dormitory.

All the way through the door, the candlelight in the temple did not ignite spontaneously.

People walk by, leaving a gust of wind, and the purple curtain swayed lightly with the wind.

Bai Chu squinted his eyes and smiled softly in the crook of his arm: "Tsk, how do I feel a little familiar with this new dormitory?"

"Generally, the appearance of your dormitory is half of the appearance of my original dormitory. "When he entered the inner sanctum, he had not yet let her go.

She quickly kicked off her shoes and socks with both feet, touched the ground with her jade feet, and left him, looking at him with charming eyes.

The black tiles under the feet, the black bricks are shining, and the light can shine on people. The black bricks and white feet are particularly obvious in contrast. He looked down and watched the pair of feet move back and forth on the brick, and his heart seemed to be pulled by something, and he followed the feet back and forth.

The lotus step moves lightly, and the soul is hooked. Looking up along the jade foot, the woman was dressed in white, dancing gracefully.

It's not a lewd-lascivious dance, a solemn dance handed down from antiquity, the arms are turned over and around, the long sleeves that reach the ground are almost up to the ground, and the hands are occasionally slightly raised, and the long sleeves slide down the arms, revealing a piece of clean and delicate skin.

The solemn white crown dress slid down lightly, sliding to her feet, and the jade feet stepped on the robe that fell to the ground, and the dance did not stop.

solemn dance, stepping on solemn clothes, he saw his breath suffocated.