The body was extremely heavy, and it was chaotic as if I had a long, tired dream.

The dream was full of noisy sounds, and the darkness around her body seemed to be shackled by something, and she tried to come out of the darkness, no matter how much she struggled, it was in vain.

She knew it was a dream, and she tried her best to break open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be filled with a thousand pieces of iron, and she couldn't open a little crack.

My arms were sore, my wrists were painful, and my waist and abdomen were so sore that I didn't have any strength, and even my legs were weak.

She heard a voice calling in her ear, a long, a short, heavy, a light, a low, very familiar, mixed with the mixed sounds of the dream, slowly muffled out the noise.

Consciousness suddenly had a hint of clarity, and she raised her eyes lightly, the light that pierced her eyes slightly painfully, Bai Chu squinted, and after getting used to it for a while, she completely opened her eyelids.

In the eyes, the hall is full of messes.

Tables and chairs were broken and dismembered on the ground, light gauze curtains were torn and entangled with beaded curtains, and teacups, teacups, teacups, and vases were broken and lying in a pile of water stains.

Even the paw prints were clearly visible on the walls, and the faint sweet smell of divine blood was suspended in the air.

This is Van Gogh's dormitory, and the room is lit at night.

Bai Chu frowned, stared at the familiar paw prints on the walls, tables and chairs, and habitually wanted to reach out and compare whether the paw prints were his own claws.

It's good to not move your hands, but when you move, you suddenly realize that something is wrong.

His hands and wrists were tightly bound by something, raised above his head, his body was in the air, and he couldn't try the slightest strength in his body. Bai Chu was suddenly shocked, looked up, and sure enough, he saw the hands that bound the god Aya wrapped around her and hung her on the beams of the room!

Van Gogh, you bastard!

Bai Chu opened his mouth to scold, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his tongue was against the strip of cloth, "Hmm, hmm, hmm-"

I can't remember how she was tied up by Van Gogh. At this moment, if she is not in Qingqiu, she can't try the slightest divine power in her, and if Van Gogh wants to do something to her, she can't resist at all.

Retribution didn't come so quickly!

Bai Chu twisted his eyebrows, twisted his wrist and twisted Bai Aya, who was struggling to wrap around his head, the more he moved, the tighter he became, his wrist hurt, as if he had touched some wound, Bai Chu gasped.

She raised her eyes to look, and sure enough, she saw some blood oozing from under the white silk wrapped around her wrist.

The blood ran down her wrist to her elbow, dark in color, and had long since dried up, not something she had just struggled to make.

Bai Chu was stunned.

At this time, Van Gogh pushed the door of the temple into the hall, glanced under the beam, and said lukewarmly: "Yo, sober?"

As he spoke, he stopped looking at her and went straight to the temple.

"Mmmm!!mm

Van Gogh paused when he heard the voice, and he didn't look back, he stretched out his hand and shook it in mid-air, and the next moment, the strip of cloth on Bai Chu's mouth was untied and fell to the ground.

"Van Gogh, let me down!"

Van Gogh ignored it, cast a spell to lift the fallen screen on the ground, and went around the other side of the screen.

"Van Gogh!"

The screen was blocked, and the light and shadow were projected on it, and it was faintly visible that the person was undressing, and the action of undressing was extremely slow.

Bai Chuxin was furious, thinking that he was deliberately delaying her, so he kicked his legs in mid-air in anger, "Van Gogh, get out of here if you have a kind!"

After the words fell, the person on the other side of the screen took off his last shirt, and he could faintly see the sturdy figure behind the screen through the shadow on the screen, no, that's not the point!"Van Gogh, you have the ability to come out to see me!"

The figure on the other side of the screen moved and walked out.

The deep eyebrows and eyes are still there, the thin lips like knives are slightly missing blood, the upper body is bare-bare, and only the lower body is wearing pants.

Bai Chu blinked, staring intently at his left arm and shoulder. A big bloody gap, as if a piece of flesh had been bitten alive by some wild beast, and bones could be faintly seen under the blood.

I was going to curse at this time, but I couldn't say it at all.

She stared at him, "Bitten?"

Van Gogh had no expression on his face, and raised his eyes, "Bitten." ”

Bai Chu's eyes lit up, revealing a happy expression of schadenfreude, "Which beast bit me?" You let me go, I'll catch it and hang it, smoke it for you, and then roast it." ”

"Smack?" Van Gogh narrowed his eyes, his palms opened, and he grabbed a whip from the void, "The beast that bit me is surnamed Bai, and is now hanging in front of me." ”

Bai Chu was stunned, and looked at him suspiciously, "I bit it?"

He looked at her lightly, "Don't believe it, do you want to come over and make the right tooth mark?"

"Okay, I can't be wronged by you in vain, you let me down, I'll go and see!"

The whip cracked on the ground, "Do you still need to come and see, there should still be an aftertaste in your mouth." ”

Bai Chu glanced at the whip, his body stiffened, and there was indeed some fishy sweet taste in his mouth...... She swallowed and looked at him fixedly, "What's going on?"

There was not a single ebb and flow in his words, "Let me smoke and I'll tell you later." ”

"Don't bring this!" Bai Chuyi looked at him with righteous words, "Use lynching, I won't marry you!"

Van Gogh snorted coldly and threw away the whip in his hand, "If you go crazy, you hurt people, and you still expect me to marry you?"

"Tell me clearly, what is crazy and not crazy?" Bai Chu's eyes tightened.

If you look closely, the wound on his shoulder does have traces of her, and in this mess, the clearly visible paw prints are obviously scratched by her, but she clearly has no impression.

She only remembered that she served her son a bowl of soup by the bridge, and there was no other memory. It is estimated that it is already evening now, and it is still noon when she sends Bai Chen off by the bridge.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "What about my son?"

"That kid, you forcibly poured more than a dozen spoonfuls of Meng Po soup, and he was reincarnated after being beaten. ”！！！

Bai Chu's face was stunned, "What do you mean? I beat my son? and forcibly poured Meng Po soup?"

Van Gogh raised his eyes at her, "You don't remember?"

Bai Chu shook his head honestly.

Van Gogh's face sank and stared at her, "Tell me, what's the matter with your golden eyes, why can't they dissipate anymore?"

A trace of panic flashed through his clear eyes, and the speed was fast, and it was gone in the blink of an eye. Bai Chu looked at him, opened his eyes and pretended to be stupid, "You can see these eyes, but I can't see them, how do I know when they will change color." ”

Van Gogh remained silent, turned around and continued to walk towards the screen.

Bai Chu was in a hurry, "Let me go first!"

"How can it be so cheap?"

His brows furrowed tightly, and Bai Chu stared at him, "You are taking revenge on yourself!"

He turned around, "You hanged me for one night and one morning, even if it was revenge, you have only been hanged for half an hour now." ”

Bai Chu kicked his leg hard, frowned and scolded: "Van Gogh, you bastard!"

"Bastard?" he casually pointed to the mess in the hall and the wound on his shoulder, "Who do you think is the more asshole?"

Bai Chu pursed his lips, stopped scolding awkwardly, and glanced at him, "Even if I don't remember anything, I know that if you didn't provoke me, how could I hurt you?"

The dirty water was pushed over again, and Van Gogh didn't even bother to raise his eyes this time, walked to the door of the temple and opened the door, and directly ordered the subordinates outside to come in and prepare hot water for him to bathe.

Bai Chu was startled and gritted his teeth, "Van Gogh, you dare to let people in!"

It's okay if he is hanging by him, if someone else comes in and sees her hanging here like this, her face will be gone!

Van Gogh still ignored her, and turned sideways to let in the servants who had been waiting outside the temple for a long time.

"Fan—" Her voice got stuck in her throat as she watched her servants come in one by one, some behind the screen to prepare hot water for bathing, and some squatted at her feet to clean up the mess on the floor.

Everyone who came in saw her hanging under the beams, and after taking a look, they immediately lowered their heads and went down to do their own things, and there seemed to be no surprise in those eyes.

Bai Chu glanced awkwardly at Van Gogh at the door, who was talking to his subordinates at the door at this time.

The fox is also sensitive and ruthless without spells, no one at the door avoids her, and the voice comes directly to her ears, and she is shocked when she hears it:

"How's the loss of Hades?"

"Eight souls were frightened away, forty souls were scattered under seven holes, twenty ghosts are still unable to stand up, Meng Po fainted and has not woken up, Hades and Yan Si are fine, but they are a little unfavorable to speak. ”

"Meng Po is not here, what about today's reincarnation?"

"Today's reincarnation, none of the souls behind His Royal Highness can pass through, and for today's plan, I can only wait for Meng Po to wake up......" After a moment of silence, he spoke carefully, and his words were full of worry, "The Fox Emperor is afraid that this bite is due to the divine power in his teeth, and His Majesty's wound has not healed yet." Go to the pharmacy and dispense some medicine?"

Van Gogh glanced back at Bai Chu, who touched his gaze and turned his head directly.

He saw the wound on her wrist that had been rubbed by Nagaya, and turned back and ordered, "Get some." ”

"No. ”

The subordinate nodded and retired, maybe because the pharmacy was close, or maybe it was because Van Gogh was beaten by his father in his early years and often had to use wound medicine, not long after the man disappeared, he immediately came over with a lacquered plate of wound medicine gauze.

Bottles and cans were piled up on a new table in the Van Gogh hall that had just moved in.

Van Gogh frowned: "So much?"

The subordinate glanced at Bai Chu, who was hanging in the air, and grinned, "Be prepared, just in case you need it." As he spoke, he withdrew before Van Gogh's face sank.

The hot water was prepared, and the mess that filled the temple was gone, and all the servants went out of the temple.

As soon as the door was shut, the hall fell silent. Van Gogh didn't intend to talk to her, and walked straight to the bath behind the screen.

Bai Chu pursed his lips, looked at Van Gogh unwillingly, endured it again and again, and said: "Let me down, I'm hungry." ”

Van Gogh glanced at her, "You can't die without eating or drinking for two or three days." ”

"......" Bai Chu bit his lip and let go, "I want to relieve myself! I can't hold it back! I don't want to pee on my body!"

Van Gogh's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his fingers, a urinal flew in front of Bai Chu from nowhere, "Do you need me to help you take off your pants?"