Chapter 1288： Master's Little Demon Girl (61)

Chapter 1288 Master's Little Demon Girl (61)

He felt that the figure seemed familiar.

But I feel that I am already in the magic, how can I look at a strange figure, I feel similar.

The snow walked step by step toward the sedan chair.

The demon worships everyone, "protect the saint."

There is no trace of snow without saying that the sword is drawn and the white light flashes.

The person who stopped him in the front row, all died in a sword.

But those who are cultivating people have no souls, and they are not afraid of death, one after another.

Dead, broken, the strong **** smell on the top of the mountain can be disgusting.

The snow-free white clothes stained the blood. He was indifferent and wiped the sword with someone else's clothes.

The silver hair fell to the back, his face was as white as the hair, and his whiteness was almost sick.

He walked slowly, the sword in his hand was not clean, and the blood fell down the tip of the sword.

"Return my wife to me."

The snow whispered without a trace, but it was clearly introduced into the sedan chair.

The people in the sedan chair seemed to hear something funny, and couldn’t help but sneer.

The laughter is like a silver bell.

The snow did not stop but suddenly stopped, and the eyes trembled with fear.

Unbelievable, is this an illusion?

The figure of the sedan chair suddenly disappeared.

The snow has no pain in my heart, and I quickly jumped over.

Directly punching the sedan chair, there is no one inside.

In his keen ears, the bells were heard.

Bell...

This bell is... Wei Wei!

Snow has no long marks and holds a long sword, so I am afraid that I have got it wrong.

He shuddered and finally couldn’t help but say, "Wei Wei, are you coming back to see me?"

He thought that her soul was back.

She hates him so much that she must not come back to see him when she dies.

So during this time, she never dreams.

The snow did not hear the answer, but I heard the ringing disappeared into the woods.

His face is cold, not an illusion, it is true.

It seems that there is indeed a set of saints, which is fascinating and falsifying.

This is why she can make the magic re-prosperous?

The snow-free expression finally burst, his handsome face was full of anger, and the darkness of the ice rushed into the scorpion.

No one can pretend to be her.

He does not allow it.

Snow did not trace into the woods, and several masters of the demon suddenly jumped down from the woods.

"That is coming!"

The snow did not lift the eyes, and the sword fell in a curve, and several masters fell to the ground.

It is still a sword and a throat.

Master or rookie.

Yinyin is good, and the light is big.

Everyone who attacks him is a sword.

His martial arts are so high that they are chilling, and they are not the force that human beings should have.

The ringtone still came, and the snow-free eyelashes trembled, but the eyes were cold like ice.

He clenched his long sword and carried a strong killing intention to the depths of the woods.

Then he saw a beautiful big tree, a huge red sag on a huge, heavy branch.

In the gap between the green leaves, I saw the slender and beautiful figure.

Her hair was loosely spread, and under the red long skirt, a pair of naked and delicate feet fell from the trunk, and a silver ring of bells hung on one of the ankles.

She turned her back to him, humming a small tune, and the voice was soft and sweet.

Such as soft Luo smoke, but also like fog in the water.

The snow was slow and the pace was slow. He stayed and watched, even if he was only the back, he recognized it.

But afraid, it is his dream.

He whispered, "Wei Wei?"

The figure seemed to stun, and then she turned her head to reveal the familiar and beautiful face.

Bai Weiwei showed a big smile. "Master, you are here."

The chest has no pain in the chest, but he is as sweet as he is, and he is not depressed at all.

He walked a little unsteadily, she sat on the trunk, and he reached out and tried to pull her down.

But in a hurry, holding her ankle, the silver bell was cold.

Let him wake up, then ecstatic.

It is real, not a dream, not an illusion.

It is a living Vivi.

The snow is red in the eyes, and the tears are almost coming out.

He was excited to reach out, holding her ankles, her face pressed, and feeling the temperature familiar to her body.

Hot, is the temperature of people.

Not... the body.

Bai Weiwei pulled back her feet strangely. Her eyes were tender. "Master, what's wrong, but I haven't seen it for a few days. What are you so excited about?"

There is a lot of snow in the mouth, and I am so excited that I don’t know what to say.

And Bai Weiwei has jumped off the tree, laughing more and more lovely near him.

She put her hands on his shoulders, tiptoe and face close to him.

She was warm and sweet, surrounded him.

"Master, are you very happy to see me?"

The snow did not stop breathing, unable to control close to her, reaching out to hold her waist, wanting to completely imprison her into her arms.

But the next moment.

He had a cold on his chest, a short blade, and plunged into his chest.

Bai Weiwei still smiled softly and sweetly, and she whispered, "Master, you can be happy when you see you, can you taste delicious?"

The last one, what, good night. Still have to cheer on the test cake.

(End of this chapter)