At night, it is quiet and quiet. The wind rises, the light yarn moves, and the swaying and dancing like a demon.

Van Gogh lowered his eyes to the white beginning, the purple gauze was layered, and the woman was dressed in white, like a bright moon rising at night, bright and bright. The light in his eyes crossed slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked, and a smile raised on his lips: "What about our son?"

"Your son?" Bai Chu glared at him and kicked straight over, "There are really green hats who came up and brought them!"

Van Gogh turned sideways to avoid it, and his smile was still the same: "All over the world, anyone says that you gave birth to a son for me, why, don't you allow me to ask?"

The man in purple, his smile was harmless, and the banter in his eyes was obvious.

"Huh-" Bai Chu glanced at him, and then, his eyebrows straightened, "It's a black phoenix." ”

"Oh?" This is not new news, as soon as Yao Chi had an accident, Van Gogh, who was a Demon Venerable, already knew that Bai Chu's cheap son was not only a black phoenix, but also looked very similar to the one who was annihilated by the Xuan Dome Realm. The smile was still on his face, but his eyes were a lot colder: "So, 30,000 years ago, you finally got what you wanted, and the medicine poured Chi Shu, and you did that with him-"

"If you talk any more nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart. Bai Chu's eyes were steep, and the words that came out of his mouth were gloomy.

Van Gogh spread his hands, and the smile on his face was even stronger, and the smile penetrated into his eyes, melting that layer of coldness.

Bai Chu likes Chi Shu, and it is never uncommon in front of Van Gogh. Bai Chu and Van Gogh, two born second lords, have the same status, status, and hobbies, even those who are afraid are the same. Such an almost perfect fit makes the two in front of each other, all secrets do not need to be hidden, a look, an action, into each other's eyes, just like looking at themselves in the mirror, at a glance, know the roots.

"Have the courage to drug your brother, but don't have the courage to drug your master?" still did not hide the ridicule in the words, Van Gogh stared at Bai Chu for a moment, and his eyebrows suddenly changed, "You sword scar ......"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked Bai Chu's forehead.

Bai Chu didn't avoid him, and let his fingers touch the wound on his forehead, which hurt slightly.

The rich god came out from his fingertips and pressed into his forehead, and after a pause, Van Gogh frowned, withdrew his hand, and twisted his fingertips to remove the blood on his head.

In the dark night, the moonlight was bright, and the sword scar on Bai Chu's forehead was cold and terrifying.

"That master of yours is really a good skill. Van Gogh's face darkened, and he sneered: "It's not enough to die by yourself, I have to ask you to leave a seed and ruin your reputation in vain." ”

"It's just a coincidence, that day when the incident happened suddenly, when Chi Sheng was yin and me, he and your father were fighting in mid-air. There was a subtle amount of water in his eyes, his eyelashes drooped slightly, Bai Chu removed the sad color on his face, and the corners of his mouth quickly raised a smile, "Besides, how can I have a good reputation." ”

"Having a child out of wedlock, within the Three Realms, who would dare to marry you except me?" Mo Yu's eyes were obviously full of concern.

"Benjun's harem is the first three thousand, do you still need someone to marry?" Bai Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "Benjun only has the hobby of being fortunate to be a person, and he has no hobby of being a lucky person." ”

Van Gogh leaned closer, pinched Bai Chu's hair with two fingers, and smiled lightly: "Since the face is three thousand, then the Divine Monarch, will you receive it together?"

The tone was ambiguous and made people's hearts itch, Bai Chu squinted, stretched out his hand to pick up the jaw of the man who was close in front of him, and said viciously: "Last time, when Benjun wanted to be lucky to you, Jun arrived, you fucking left me alone, and slipped away quickly!"

"You can't blame me, it was inevitable that you were punished by the Fox Emperor at that time, and I had to be whipped with you if you ran late. Van Gogh turned his face sideways, said calmly, paused, looked back at her, and the depth of his eyes was still dark: "Enough politeness, let's say, what are you doing here to find me today?"