Chapter 1245： Master's Little Demon Girl (4)

Chapter 1245 Master's Little Demon Girl (4)

Bai Weiwei was trembling, her clothes were broken, and she was covered in blood.

She fell down with tears. "My family has been killed by a demon. I want to take revenge. You are so martial. Can you accept me as a disciple?"

She was like a poor young bird, and was murdered from a stable bird's nest.

Dropped into the dust and covered with scars.

It’s so cute that people want to destroy.

The gentleness of the man’s peak made her see, and she knew that he could help her revenge.

"Your family, who killed it."

The man's voice brought a bit of coldness. It seemed that she was so embarrassed and empathic, and the gentleness on her face became the majesty of righteousness.

Bai Weiwei's lips lingered, her hands clinging to her chest, but the clothes still slid down, the round and beautiful shoulders, ruthlessly destroyed by the rain.

The poor and innocent eyes under her eyelashes, with a bright hatred.

"It is the demon leader."

The man frowned and his face flashed a sigh of sigh and sorrow. Then he said, "I will find a place for you to live. As for the sin of the cult, I will take him to justice, and I will not use it."

Bai Weiwei looked at him and she seemed to be at a loss.

Seems to stop him, and kneel down to apprentice, has exhausted her greatest courage.

See how the man is leaving.

Bai Weiwei suddenly stood up, she stretched out his robes, and the sullen eyes were pleading. "I want to take revenge personally, you accept me."

The man looks good and his eyebrows are wrinkled. "No, revenge is not for you, I am still..."

His words lingered, and in the gentle eyes, there was a violent excitement.

Bai Weiwei loosened her hand and all her clothes landed.

The **** lotus on the shoulder is enchanting.

Her white body, in the rain, has a sense of beauty.

But her face, but with a desperate madness, blood stained her cheeks, lining the hatred of her eyes.

It’s so beautiful.

"If you can't worship you as a teacher, then please let me be your woman."

Only self can take revenge, even if you pay for your own body.

The man breathed a few points and spent a lot of effort to suppress the distorted darkness in his eyes. He leaned over and handed the umbrella over her head.

Then he took off his white robe with one hand and gently put it on her.

There is a touch of orchid aroma on the clothes.

Like the appearance of his gentleman like a blue.

"You don't have to be like this, I will accept you as a disciple." The voice of the man, with a sad sigh.

Bai Weiwei was surprised to look up, and there was a pure worship and love on the beautiful face.

Straight and fearless feelings, without any cover appear on the face of Bai Weiwei.

The man said gently: "I have no trace of snow. You will follow me later. I will teach you swordsmanship and let you revenge."

Bai Weiwei's eyes focused on him, and there was a burning heat in his eyes.

She grabbed his cloak, as if she saw the savior, "Well, Master."

The snow has no trace of the corner of the mouth, revealing a gentle and gratifying laugh, the whole person's temperament, clean and holy.

This feeling of being wholeheartedly trusted is really good.

Wait until she gets all her trust and love, and then personally betray her all the yearnings.

Definitely... very delicious.

There is no good feeling tone, Bai Weiwei can only judge the feeling of no trace of snow.

It should be excitement, neuropathy, dead metamorphosis, and mental distortion.

She silently spits, and then like the chicks seeing the object at first sight, worshipping him as a parent.

Bai Weiwei feels that snow has no trace and likes to play with people.

She came to a naked trust to worship him, let him put his mind on her, and then slowly think about the future.

The snow suddenly reached out, holding her hand full of scars and blood, gentle palms, with gentle and gentle.

He turned back and pulled her into his arms.

Bai Weiwei was surprised and some were afraid to raise her eyes.

The snow is not traced but it is only gentle. Put your hand on her shoulder, and the lotus flower is pressed under his palm.

A warm internal force enters her body and warms her up.

Bai Weiwei was grateful in her eyes. She was a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Grace."

The snow has no deep smile on his lips. He said gently: "It should be called a master. Later, follow me."

Bai Weiwei was a little nervous and looked down, and seemed to be a little shy, then she snorted.

It seems that there is no attention, the snow has no trace of coldness, and it is interesting to see her.

Bai Weiwei lowered her head and her eyes were as cold as it was, and she turned her eyes.

It’s a metamorphosis, it’s not a bad thing to abuse. The last one; go to sleep, tired me, good night.

(End of this chapter)