The sound is cold, and it is cold to the bones.

The black hair was slightly stunned, and the delicate and handsome bun's face was full of doubts. He carefully tugged at Bai Chu's sleeve, "A-Niang?"

Bai Chu's gaze swept over his face, his expression was slightly hesitant, but it slowly became a little serious between turns. She reached out and pulled the small hand on the cuff away, stood up straight, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Honorable, who is it?"

The noble goddess, with a cold face, seems to have completely changed a person.

Hei Mao had never seen Bai Chu so solemn, and when he looked up at her, his eyes were a little timid. I didn't even know how to speak and felt that it had become smaller: "Ah Niang...... I'm black-haired. ”

Bai Chu was calm, his gaze fell on the black hairy face, and he didn't let go of any expression on his face: "Since you called me A-Niang, then tell me, where did you go after dark?"

Jingying's eyes were full of confusion: "I fell asleep in the room, and when I woke up, it was already so dark."

Bai Chu's eyes were sharp, and his voice was cold and cold: "So, where have you been?"

"Ah Niang......" The dark eyes flashed, the slight mist in the pupils spread, seeing that the mist was about to condense into water, he pursed his lips and raised his head, the face of the small bun showed a thin stubbornness: "I haven't gone anywhere, I really haven't gone anywhere!"

The glutinous voice became sharp and crisp, and the eyes that were holding back tears slowly became red, and at a glance, it was full of pitiful taste.

Bai Chu's eyes quickly flashed with a trace of distress, and he turned his head slightly, not looking at him. The voice was still indifferent: "The child is still young, and he can't stand the profound divine zeal." If you don't show your true face again, don't blame Benjun for turning his face and not recognizing people. ”

The sentence was cold, only Bai Chu herself knew, and her hands trembled as she spoke.

When the words fell, he looked at the past, and Fang was still looking aggrieved with black hair, and there was a smile on his face at this moment: "It's still so urgent, why not be excited?"

The voice is clear, like a pool of melted spring water, warm and clear, and it is no longer the sound of black hair.

With a heavy jump in his heart, Bai Chu clenched his hands, trying to restrain himself from exclaiming. This voice, she is very familiar, for 30,000 years, lingering in her ears, every day and night, haunting her dreams.

The silver light suddenly emanated from the body of the "black hair", and the hall suddenly brightened. The wind blows the curtain, and the glass shakes gently. The silver light is repeatedly refracted through the glass, and for a time, the hall is full of streamers flying, shining with brilliance and dazzling.

The shallow mist condensed with silver light, slowly gathering thickly, and a human form slowly loomed in the chaos and haze.

The gods are clear and dignified, and they are strong and fearful.

In the silver mist, the man walked out slowly, his chin was exquisite, his thin lips were like shaving, his phoenix eyes were deep and clear, accompanied by the moonlight, holy and clear.

Bai Chu Zhuozhuo looked at the person condensed from the void more and more clearly, his gaze did not move for a moment, and his eyes became deeper and more intense.

It was close at hand and touchable, she had waited for so long, looked forward to it for so long, and finally knew that it was not an illusion in front of her.

The breeze lifts the layers of curtains, the veils are lightly raised, and the Xuanyi is hidden and phoenixy, looming.

When I got closer, the veil was bypassed, and what I saw was a pair of deep and far-reaching pupils, the pupils were deep and bright, not angry but mighty. The center of the eyebrows is upward, the light silver god pattern is shining, just one glance, the gods are overwhelming, and they are unattainable.

Bai Chu watched him get closer and closer, and after a hundred turns in his heart, he was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.

He stopped in front of her, a shallow smile on the corner of his lips, and a clear voice behind him: "Is it good-looking?"

"Good looking. "A simple conversation is like meeting for the first time tens of thousands of years ago.