Chapter 1279： Master's Little Demon Girl (51)

Chapter 1279 Master's Little Demon Girl (51)

Bai Weiwei's eyes faded, tears appeared in her eyes, and tears fell down on the cheeks one by one.

Mixed with blood and water, disappeared.

The medicine bottle in her hand fell out and rolled to the front.

Bai Weiwei had been unable to hold the body, suddenly reached out and climbed forward.

Snow has not gone, he told himself not to look back.

Even if I feel bad, I can't look back at her.

He is afraid that he will regret it... but he has regretted it.

Bai Weiwei is fatally wounded and no one can save it.

He heard her squatting forward, her clothes rubbing against the forward sound of the wet blood.

Those tiny sounds give a feeling of pain and death.

His footsteps are getting slower and slower, and in the end he can hardly move forward.

"master……"

Her voice is so small, with grievances, and still puzzled.

It seems that I don't know why he can easily kill her.

The snow breathed deeply without a trace, and the air felt like a knife, splitting his body.

If he wants to live.

She must die.

People don't die for themselves, he won't be emotional for anyone.

If there is, then kill it.

Bai Weiwei’s hand finally caught the bottle with difficulty, as if it was her last hope.

She was covered in blood, her white face was stained with blood, and her eyes lost the singularity of the ancient spirits.

She was so frightened that she looked up and looked at the red back that was far away.

Gentlemen like jade, Yushu Linfeng.

She moved her lips, but she could no longer speak the sound.

The guests at the scene apparently came back to the wedding, but suddenly they became a funeral.

And Bai Weiwei turned out to be a spy of the devil.

Among them, a martial arts person who had enemies with the demon religion, suddenly pulled out the sword and went to Bai Weiwei's heart.

This move is actually showing no trace to the snow.

After all, this woman lied to the martial arts lord, is it not right to kill it?

Bai Weiwei’s eyes were spreading. She was dressed in red, her blood stained her eyes, and the sword seemed to pierce her back.

Give her dying, the last painful blow.

At the beginning of the millennium, the martial arts person who attacked her was suddenly kicked out.

The table and chairs were smashed all the way, and the internal organs were shattered directly.

And Bai Weiwei was also caught in a embrace.

The familiar temperature gave her a trembling smile. "Master, you are coming..."

Her voice is light and scattered, just like her life, and she is dying at any time.

The snow was barely squinted, and her body was covered with one hand, and her hands were full of blood on her body.

He looked down, his face pale and terrible, but a pair of black scorpions but cold and infiltrating.

"You can blame me."

His voice was calm, but with a repressed tremor.

Bai Weiwei stayed staring at him, the girl's face, stained with blood.

However, her eyes are obsessed and pure, and she does not have the daring enthusiasm on weekdays. She looks more cowardly and slender.

Suddenly she smiled slowly. "I can sleep a few times, I am worth it."

There is no trace of the hole in the snow, and I can hardly believe it.

Her love is completely without a trace of resentment.

This is different from what he thought. He wants her to become ugly and ask her to fall wildly because of resentment.

This kills her, he will not regret it.

He can't regret it for a lifetime.

Bai Weiwei held a sigh of relief, his fingers shook so badly that he handed the bottle to him.

"Master, give it to you, hope... I hope you can..."

(End of this chapter)