The purple robe, the posture is cold, even through the light veil that moves with the wind, Bai Chu feels that the eyes on the other side are frightened.

It was a nightmare that haunted her for 30,000 years. It's true that she can't guess some things, but she doesn't want to guess, let alone think about them.

Chi Shu is the person she secretly likes in her heart, with a hidden phoenix in her clothes and a smile. Such a person, easy-going and elegant, taught her to practice calligraphy hand-in-hand, and played chess with her very patiently. Such a person is so good that he can hardly see his shortcomings, and he likes it like that, and he feels satisfied even when he looks at it from afar. How could she bear to guess that such a person would plan to be reborn after death at the cost of the killing of the soldiers?

What is the purpose of being reborn after death? Is it just to counteract the military dissolution and drag the former Demon Venerable to accompany him to the funeral?

It's ridiculous to think about it. Such a situation...... Impossible.

Bai Chu took a deep breath, "The deceased is gone, unless Chi Shu really appears in front of me alive, everything else, no matter how true you are, it's just speculation, not enough evidence." ”

"Speculation?" Van Gogh sneered, looking at her fixedly, "Bai Chu, why did you ask me to borrow my divine sense, instead of asking your Fox Emperor for it?" The words fell, and he deliberately paused for a while, "What secrets is your son secretly hiding, do you dare to say, you never imagined it?" Imagine that the person you have in mind is still alive?"

The sharp gaze forced her to hide.

Yes, she did. The reason why he didn't ask the king to borrow divine consciousness was because if that person was really alive, the king would definitely settle all the accounts on that person's head for what happened 30,000 years ago. When the time comes, how will she settle down between the two?

In the face of illusions, the speculative truth is a fantasy, and sometimes, many people expect a miracle to happen, but they are afraid that the truth is often more difficult to accept than the current illusion.

Bai Chu lowered his eyes, speechless and silent.

Back in Qingqiu, it was already morning light. The sound of the dawn struck by the peak bell was pleasant and contemplative.

An attendant saw her from afar and ran over quickly: "Shenjun, His Royal Highness Taisun is back." ”

"Come back, come back, tell me what this is for. After a sleepless night, Bai Chu's voice was a little tired, he took a few steps and rubbed his eyebrows, "Bai Yi is back?"

"His Royal Highness Taisun came to greet you last night, but you weren't there. ”

"Tell him to come over this afternoon. When he finished speaking, he was tired of his face, pushed the door of the temple, and went in to make up for his sleep.

At noon, just after lunch, His Royal Highness Taisun, who had been instructed, came over to Bai Chu.

Dressed in blue brocade robes, handsome and dignified, along the way, Bai Yi, who received more than a dozen purses and sachets handed by more than a dozen maids "inadvertently", was in a good mood.

When a person is in a good mood, he is willing to take a few more glances at any scenery. So, Bai Yi stopped in a very good mood when he saw a small black figure squatting on the ground, pressing a white living creature with both hands.

The black clump is a little boy, and the white clump is ...... If he was not mistaken, it should be the original form of the maid who handed him tea yesterday.

Such a young boy turned a female fox upside down and pressed it under him with her limbs wide open...... His Royal Highness the Taisun, who was supposed to continue to meet the Divine Monarch, hesitated for a while, decisively stepped forward, lifted the corners of his robe and squatted with the boy, his eyes lit up, and he said with great interest: "What are you doing?"