Chapter 1271： Master's Little Demon Girl (42)

Chapter 1271 Master's Little Demon Girl (42)

Is this going to kill him?

Bai Weiwei thinks that there is no trace of snow for her life.

This man is planning to transfer the poisonous fire to her at one time.

Let her go straight to the grave.

In the end, she couldn't stand it. The fingers were lazy on his shoulders, and his voice was as soft as water.

The twilight of the snow is deep and terrible, and the ink is falling on the naked body, and it is demon and exquisite.

He said with a low voice: "Quick."

Bai Weiwei: It’s so hateful that you lie.

In the faintness, she felt that the fingers with no trace of snow seemed to have reached her neck.

Like an instinct, she shouted softly, "Master..."

Her long hair is scattered, like the most beautiful demon in the night, the half-folded eyes are confused, and she does not seem to know how attractive she is.

His fingers, strength can not help but soften, stroking her neck, and finally did not want to go down.

Bai Weiwei knows that it is because her body is still useful.

Therefore, this dead king is reluctant to start.

There is no good feeling suggestion, everything depends on her own experience to guess his mind.

This also made it difficult for her to catch the rhythm of his good feelings.

There is no good tone, and the added workload is not a little bit.

Just when Bai Weiwei was dizzy and finally fainted.

In the darkness, the snow on her body has no traces of faint entanglement.

His breathing is heavy and it seems to be a bit painful.

His eyes stared at Bai Weiwei under his body, and his expression was twisted for a moment.

Most of the poisonous fire has passed to her.

He should have been comfortable, but another terrible pain in his body is tormenting him.

It is the chest, the place of the heart.

Snow did not trace his hand and rubbed his chest, swallowing a blood.

A precursor to the fire.

The snow has no endurance for a long time, only to restore calm.

The madness of this martial art is not a poisonous fire, but it cannot be emotional.

Emotional, martial arts will directly counter his body.

When he chose this martial art, he saw that he could not sneer.

After all, he is indifferent to nature and will not be tempted by anyone.

So he did not hesitate to embark on this road.

But today...

Snow has no trace of the pain of the previous chest, all from... Bai Weiwei.

He got up and looked at the **** the bed.

Her brows squinted, her lips were bitten by him, her face was pink, and her blush was like a flower bud.

The slender wrist rests outside the quilt, and the fingertips are delicate and slender.

Everything is exquisite, and all of them make people feel enchanting and pure.

Snow has no silence, put her hand back into the quilt, and then draped herself out.

Under the moonlight, he suddenly took a squid and turned it into a sword, and danced quickly and fiercely.

The sword is unparalleled in the world.

The internal forces are constantly flowing, from the inexhaustible worries.

After the poisonous fire left, the last shortcoming of his martial arts was about to be resolved.

Once again or twice, he will be able to heal completely.

And Bai Weiwei...

His swordsmanship was stagnation, and it seemed that she had flashed her sweet smile on him.

Also think of her fierce side.

Even if it is this side, it is gorgeous enough that no woman can match it.

A smile, it is simply a charm of a man.

As long as she is willing, no man can refuse her.

But she only had one in her eyes.

This kind of feeling is so hot and terrible.

The snow has been cold and cold for half a lifetime, and it is the first time that I have encountered such straightforward and direct love.

When it’s hot, it’s almost hot to his cold heart...

(End of this chapter)