Chapter 1281： Master's Little Demon Girl (54)

Chapter 1281 Master's Little Demon Girl (54)

Snow has no trace of his eyes on those notes, and he looks at it a little until he sees a sentence.

He suddenly lifted his head, and the dark colors in his groan were embarrassingly distorted.

He looked at Bai Weiwei lying in bed, his lips, but he couldn't say a word.

His finger, where it was placed, was where she commented.

"master--"

"May you love me, no longer feel the heartache."

The bottle in the snow without a trace is her blood.

He quickly ran to the bed, reached out and held her soft fingers.

Then he carefully unveiled her cuffs, her white and tender wrists, big and small scars.

They are all newly cut.

The wound was covered with wound medicine, and some of the wounds were just bonded.

Some were bleeding before she died.

No one has ever been able to untie the knot of his martial arts.

How many years and how much effort has it taken to overcome this knot.

It was not as good as her research for such a short period of time.

She used her own medicine to save him.

The snow looked at him without a trace, and his brain was awkward, and he suddenly couldn’t stop.

The pain in the chest cracked.

Even he did not understand why he obviously killed her.

Still can't get peace.

The blood of the snow without a trace of the mouth is like the spring water.

He coughed, reaching out and covering his mouth, blood splashing on her wrist and landing down her fingertips.

It’s like she was hurt.

The snow immediately slammed his hands and went to wipe hard.

The more you wipe, the more.

He can't stop the speed of vomiting blood, so he can't die.

The snow has no traces and no expression, only one pair of eyes has a struggle that is close to madness.

He opened the mouth of the bottle and poured the medicine into his mouth.

The drug is clear and bloody.

I don't know what was added, the cold temperature, rushed into the depths of his mouth and spread to him.

In his body, because of the hot and painful emotions, he was suppressed.

The pain of life at the chest was immediately relieved.

There was no trace of snow on his chest, his breathing was heavy and messy, and his eyes were still shaking.

I can't believe that I can get such a calm cold.

The snow looked down and wiped the blood on her hands and the blood on her face.

In the end, he found that he couldn't finish it because she was all blood.

"You shouldn't love me."

The sound of the snow is cold and the expression is indifferent.

Just like not paying attention to her death.

It seems that the man who died just because of his distress is not like him.

There is no trace of snow. When I met her, it was rain like this. Her life was very boring.

Later, she saw the flowers on her shoulders and saw her admiration for him.

He got an interest.

Because of martial arts reasons, this person is cold-hearted and very fond of watching others collapse.

In order to send his boring and depressed life, he likes to find those who are pure-minded, but who fall to hell.

He warmed those people and thought they met the Savior.

But when they thought they were getting the most happiness, they looked at them again and pushed them into hell.

Bai Weiwei is the first personality, and has nothing to do with pure good.

She is like a poisonous flower in the darkness, her demon is open, and she exudes a charming fragrance to lure passers-by.

But she was in front of him, but she was always a little white flower.

It is also clever and lively, full of eyes is his love for him.

(End of this chapter)