The same skin on the body, accidentally brushed by your own hair, will not feel anything. However, if someone else is holding something on it and deliberately scratching it, you will unconsciously feel itchy all over your body.

This kind of itching, numb and sultry, through a little skin contact, instantly spread all over the limbs and eight bones, unbearable, Bai Chu's face was faintly red.

Van Gogh's eyes were as translucent as glass, staring at Bai Chu without blinking, carefully admiring every expression on her face: "Bai Chu, do you want to say it?"

The voice was stuck in his throat, he couldn't speak, he couldn't swallow it, Bai Chu stared at Van Gogh, his face full of anger.

Van Gogh smiled knowingly, "I forgot, I still forbade your voice." ”

The tight throat suddenly relaxed, and Bai Chu frowned and evened his breath. The box under her made her spine uncomfortable, and she moved her position uncomfortably, not looking at him: "Van Gogh, don't be unreasonable. ”

"Unreasonable?" Van Gogh raised the corners of his lips slightly, let go of the handful of hair in his hand, and reached out to press one of her shoulders, forcing her back to press Fang Cai again, "Bai Chu, I am very angry with your attitude." ”

Bai Chu was just about to speak, but his cold chin was pinched by his two fingers, and he raised it to face him. The angry Demon Venerable smiled on his lips, "If you don't want to say it, then let me say it." ”

The two were very close, and when Van Gogh looked at her with his eyes lowered, under his long eyelashes, his eyes were deep, and her shadow was clearly reflected in them. His eyes were strange and changeable, as if there was a smile, as if there was mockery, and as if there were others, cold and serious.

For a while, Bai Chu was in a trance, lost in his eyes.

His words were faint, and the depth in his eyes was compelling: "Bai Chu, have you forgotten that you still owe me a lot of things." ”

Chaos' mind suddenly woke up, Bai Chu looked at him with wide eyes, and his heart suddenly tightened.

What did she owe him for her life? Tens of thousands, countless lives. His father's life, his demonic people's life......

For what happened 30,000 years ago, Bai Chu was guilty. Since she was a child, she has caused so many troubles, and she never knew what guilt was, but only that time, when she was ashamed, it was 30,000 years. Because I don't pay attention to it, I don't care, and because I don't care, I regret it after it happens.

"Van Gogh, I ......" she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. She is not used to feeling guilty, naturally she is not used to apologizing, she is not used to apologizing, and naturally she doesn't know how to say it.

That's right, she was avoiding him and didn't dare to look at him directly. As soon as Van Gogh opened her mouth, she knew what he wanted to say to her, and even completely guessed what he was here for. However, there are some things that she can't face, but she doesn't want to face at all.

"The first day of my employment was your first day outside the Xuanqiong. The dowry went from the Demon Realm to Qingqiu, for twenty-nine consecutive days, without interruption. You don't know anything about such a big battle?" he stared at her, his voice neither heavy nor light. This kind of thing, casually falling on a person is a very face-sweeping thing, he still has a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looks casual, not like he is talking about his own business, but as if he is telling someone else's joke, relaxed and casual.

The phoenix's eyes were slightly raised, his fingertips gently rubbed against her chin, and the slight curvature of his lips was clearly cold, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Bai Chu, tell me, what do you think about your fiancé's father-killing enemy?"

30,000 years ago, the heavens sent troops to dissolve, and Chi Shu sacrificed his god body to the heavens to protect the immortal realm, in the same way, the Demon Venerable would definitely not abandon the people.

Chi Shu can be reborn as a remnant soul that is integrated into the bloodline, but the Demon Venerable is wiped out and there is no way to do it.

Although the heavenly military solution was led by Bai Chu, if it was completely said that there was no planning by Chi Shu, not to mention the king and Van Gogh, even she would not believe it. not only won a good reputation, but also took the opportunity to not only get rid of the Demon Venerable, but also smeared Qingqiu by the way, a good strategy to kill several birds with one stone, so exquisite and perfect that people can't grasp the handle.

It stands to reason that Bai Chu should hate Chi Shu.

30,000 years of captivity, 30,000 years of reduction, 30,000 years of nightmares and torments, plus ...... The child who was inexplicably conceived, the child who seemed to be abandoned by her father, her child......

She should hate it, but she can't hate it.

Bai Chu didn't know what it was like. She liked to grow up with him since she was a child, she liked him since she was a child, he was her master, and he cared about her like an elder, so she habitually felt that everything he did was right. Even this time, she felt that he didn't do it right, but she only resented it in her heart, a little awkward and uncomfortable, but after all, she couldn't hate it.

Bai Chu thought that she might be this kind of character and didn't hold grudges. What's that word called? Yes, magnanimity. As a monarch, shouldn't it be like this? She has caused so much trouble since she was a child, and she has never seen the king hate her. As a result, Bai Chuchu's heart suddenly balanced a lot.

However, she never thought about it the other way around, she had caused so many troubles, and after the king was punished every time, she never held a grudge against the king. And Chi Sheng just made an illusion in front of everyone back then, and 30,000 years later, she was able to ignore the majesty of the gods and almost kill Chi Sheng in Yaochi. It's not that she doesn't hold grudges, but she just wants to divide the object of her grudges.

At this moment, Bai Chu faced Van Gogh and didn't know what to say. She was ashamed of him, when the heavens descended to relieve the army, the demon venerable died, Van Gogh had to take over the position of the demon venerable, at that time he was in trouble, she couldn't imagine how he was a prodigal son in the eyes of everyone, and he tried his best to sit in this position against all odds.

She owes him not only tens of thousands of lives, but also the person he owes.

At this time, he asked her what she thought about her fiancé's father-killing enemy, and how should she answer? Does this father-killing enemy refer to her or Chi Shu?

If it refers to her, she can still brazenly boast about herself, of course this gentleman is a unique beauty in the world in heaven and earth, this fiancé has a good vision. However, Van Gogh is clearly referring to Chi Shu.

How could she answer? Tell him that she still likes Chi Shu, and she doesn't want to see him clash with Chi Shu?

She was silent for a long time, the smile on the corners of Van Gogh's lips became deeper and deeper, and the color of her jade-like eyes became more and more dark like night: "Bai Chu, you like him." ”

"Yes, I like him. "To like is to like, there is nothing to hide.

Van Gogh raised his eyebrows, his deep black pupils became cold at some point, but the corners of his lips were still smiling: "The person you like, I sacrificed heaven and earth with her twenty-nine days ago" deliberately paused, "You still like it?"

Word by word, the needle pierced into Bai Chu's heart, he knew her too well and knew what kind of method he could use to stimulate her.

Bai Chu pursed his lips, stared at him fiercely, and then said angrily: "Yes, I still like it." ”

"Even if that person deliberately calculates you and doesn't have you in his heart, do you still like it?"

There was a dark surge in the clear eyes: "Yes, I just like it." ”

Van Gogh Feng's eyes revealed a little smile, "So, guess what, those two people are doing now?" His voice was clear, and his words were not slow or hurried, "Forget, you can't guess." The two people who sacrificed to heaven and earth together can be together openly no matter what they do, but you can only look at it secretly, and you don't even dare to enter the Xuanqiong Realm Gate. Oh, how delicate?"

Sentence after sentence, each sentence is understated, and each sentence is like a feather gently scratching the heart of Bai Chu.

"You've been standing outside the Xuanqiong for twenty-nine days, and through that gate, what did you see?

The voice is soft, and the low smile is ambiguous.

"Are those two holding hands?"

"Or do you want to put your arms around your waist?"

"Or, hugging each other?"

"Or......" he tricked her closer, "did they make some closer contact?" or—"

This time, before he could say anything, he was forcibly blocked.

When his neck was violently hooked and pressed by the hands stretched out below, Van Gogh had not yet reacted, his head was lowered, and his thin lips were immediately pressed by a piece of softness. He was stunned, and his mind suddenly emptied.

Bai Chu's series of movements were too fast, so fast that there was no warning at all. She pressed her lips against Van Gogh's mouth, kissed him aggressively, without the slightest emotion, and pressed him fiercely as if she was angry, invading and biting.

The next moment, she pressed the back of his head, swept her legs to his calves, and the lightning swirled around, and with a "bang" sound, Qingqiu's "delicate" emperor Ji pressed the demon under her.

"Ben Jun said that Ben Jun likes to be on it!" Bai Chu almost threw himself on Van Gogh's body, and his vicious voice seemed to have endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst out.

The two were very close, and the warmth of their snorts was close at hand, and even the sound of their heartbeats could be clearly felt. The changes before and after came too quickly, and His Majesty Demon Venerable had a trance in his mind for a second or two.

His back pressed against the rivets on the box, a little uncomfortable, his lips ached, and the rich smell of blood instantly transmitted to every taste bud through the tip of his tongue, all of which reminded him that he was forced, forced-kissed, forced.

This kiss was not a kiss to be enjoyed, and the fox's teeth were sharp and sharp, biting him on the lip fiercely, and grinding him all the time. The offensive is fierce, completely gnawed, and the bite will be red. Fishy blood flowed partly into his mouth, and partly on the lips of the two of them. She pressed him, gnawing like anger, not allowing him to resist at all, of course, he didn't think to resist.

Her hair swept across his face, slightly itchy, and the tip of her nose smelled a faint fragrance, beautiful and quiet, it seemed to be the smell of her body.

Ignoring the pain on her lips, her lips are very soft, very fragrant, with an inviolable fierceness and domineering. The moment the sharp teeth bit him again, he subconsciously reached over and licked it, and then—the tip of his tongue was bitten......

Another round of fishy sweet smell filled the whole mouth, and Van Gogh felt that this taste seemed to be good, and he could have some more.

Huh, what's the matter with this subtle sense of pleasure?

The emperor who was bent on venting her anger naturally did not feel the joy of the Demon Venerable, there was only one thought in her mind, this person had too many words, she wanted to seal all those words, whether it was about to be exported or not yet thought of, all of them were sealed!

When people are impulsive, they are prone to do stupid things.

Maybe even she didn't realize what she was doing, until there was a cry from behind her, which made her suddenly sober up:

"A-Niang, are you grabbing something to eat with someone?"