The breeze is blowing, with a slight thin cloud, gently brushing the cheeks, slightly cool.

Bai Chu closed his eyes, concentrated into his eyes, and then opened them, his golden eyes were covered by black, but they only lasted for a moment, and the golden glow diffused from under the black, and the blink of an eye stained the entire pupil.

Van Gogh looked at the changes in Bai Chu's eyes seriously, "Your eyes ...... What the hell is going on?"

"This is the original color of my eyes. Bai Chu frowned, and the expression on his face was a little depressed, "It's just that it's no longer dark." ”

"Really?" Van Gogh reached out and touched her eyes, their golden eyes, as clear and crystalline as the sun shining in, wonderfully clear and deep, and a little bit of cold and wild taste, not like human eyes, but more like animal eyes.

She was originally a fox. He suddenly remembered the first time he saw these golden eyes, it was in a barren grass in Qingqiu, he was happy for the first time, when she was emotional, a pair of black eyes turned into golden eyes, both ears turned into fox ears, and even fifteen tails swayed back and forth unscrupulously.

The heart suddenly moved, like the spring back to the earth after the cold winter, the spring buds gently drilled into the soil and broke open, a little green, not much, but refreshing.

He raised his lips slightly and leaned closer to her, "Bai Chu, your golden eyes have something to do with me?"

Leaning in, his eyebrows were close at hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the smile was a little heartless. Bai Chu turned his head, reached out and pressed his face on his face, pushing his face away, "Self-inflicted." ”

Van Gogh grabbed her hand with his backhand, put the back of her hand against his face, and pretended to enjoy: "Well, it's slippery." ”

Bai Chu flipped his hand, pinched his side face heavily, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Demon Venerable's skin is so thick that the needle can't be pierced." ”

Withdrawing his hand, he teased the Demon Venerable who was teased back, and his side cheeks were red.

Van Gogh touched his face, some pain, some soreness, some hot burning sensation, this hand is really strong. He smiled slightly, stretched out his arm and put his arm around her shoulder, "Fox Emperor, discuss something, my whole body can be pinched up and down with you, can you let go of your face?"

"Pinch with me?" Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, his eyes glancing at him below the belt with silver wires.

Van Gogh felt a chill in his crotch, silently pulled his robe to cover it, coughed clearly, and casually pulled up a topic: "Bai Chu, have you ever thought that your brother is not dead?"

The heart is like a string, plucked gently.

Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and smiled slightly, "Van Gogh, if I don't deliberately use the long decision as a bait to disturb your underworld, will you never take the initiative to tell me about this?"

There was a sigh in this smile, and the Qingze that swept slightly under his eyes covered his golden eyes, and his eyes were like electricity for a moment, and he was pressing.

At first glance, it is cold to the bone.

The smile on the corner of Van Gogh's lips was faint, and he lowered his eyes to look at her, his expression was very complicated.

After a pause, a pair of black eyes narrowed slightly, and the frozen smile at the corners of his lips also widened along the hooked arc, "Bai Chu, you set me up?"

"How dare you set up a trap on the dignified Demon Venerable?" The tail of the raised eyes was charming, and she stretched out her finger to press on his chest, slowly moving along the placket, "I just did such a thing a little, a little impetuous, a little bit to give you a chance to enlighten me, a little, hehe, let you take the initiative to say something......"

In the depths of the golden pupils, the edge is shallowly exposed, fierce and hideous, shallow and shallow, and it only takes a moment to attack people fiercely.

Van Gogh grabbed her presumptuous hand on his chest and twisted it gently, the light in his ink pupils faint. She wanted to take his words, but she was not in a hurry, and he took the initiative to speak.

This is her, the cunning fox, the scheming Bai Chu.

Bai Chu, who has never been willing to suffer any losses.

They seem to be very close at first glance, but in fact, they have never really been calm with each other, they have never been deliberate, four pretending not to know, seven points of mist prevarication, hiding from each other, and always having their own calculations.

He grabbed her hand, his big palm tightly surrounded the soft soft wattle, and his voice was leisurely: "Bai Chu, you are so cute." ”

"Each other, each other. ”