Chapter 1316： Master's Little Demon Girl (90)

Chapter 1316 The Demon Girl (90)

Fortunately, she did not understand his childish thoughts, lest he would look down on him again.

The snow received the sword without a trace, and went to her side.

Suddenly he stepped forward, black in front of him, and a **** pain that struck his body.

He couldn't hold it, suddenly slashed his sword into the soil, kneeling on one knee, and spit out a blood.

The blood stained the petals.

He had difficulty breathing and could not stand up.

And Bai Weiwei has already put on the swing, she strangely called him, "Snow has no trace?"

The snow has no traces of eyelashes, and her eyes are not looking at her. The beautiful eyes are actually wooden.

He wants to hold on to the last trace of waking and wants to see if she is still there.

Or escape.

She always likes this, flees, and turns back to tease him.

Then run away again.

He had thought that he was scum enough and fickle.

When she met her, she realized what it means to be moody, to say that love is love, and if she does not love, she does not love.

After saying no love, come and save him.

For the first time, he was so embarrassed by a woman, and even nervous.

She approached him and hesitated and shouted, "Master?"

The snow suddenly reached out and clasped her hand, trying to hold her acupuncture point so that she could not move.

But a thought made him hesitate.

If he dies, is he still letting her go?

Don't let her see how she is dead.

This hesitation, she has already tried to break his hand.

The snowless fingers were weak and she was opened.

His loose pupils tightened and his expression stunned.

She is going to escape.

There is no trace of blood in the snow, and I want to stand up, but I fall down directly to the ground.

The sword in his hand also fell.

He was kneeling on the ground, and the blood spit out.

The counter-attack is too powerful, and his muscles can't hold on to such a terrible attack.

His silver hair was spilled, and he was also stained with blood. The snow raised his eyes without any marks.

Seeing that Bai Weiwei had turned and ran away, she dragged the quilt and walked with exquisite feet.

The bell rang, and it was getting farther away.

The snow began to be eroded by the darkness in front of his eyes, but his hand was still not expected to stretch forward.

I want to catch her.

Don't let her run.

The snow-free eyes lost their light, his eyelids could not hold down, and finally he sighed.

The finger finally desperately fell to the ground.

He can't keep her.

Snow did not think that before he died, he would be so reconciled and would not be willing to let her go.

In her life, there will be no existence of him.

Just when he gave up and completely indulged in the darkness.

His fingers were suddenly held by people, and they felt a little hot and humid.

It seems to be her palm, it is sweat.

The snow-scarred eyes were stunned, and he saw the expression of Bai Weiwei’s anxiety.

Her face is very red, as if she is in a hurry.

So the forehead is also thin sweat.

His weak fingers, bent a bit, wanted to hold her finger.

This is his last consciousness, and then he completely fainted.

This feeling is very long, he thought he could not wake up.

His nose is bloody.

The snow wrinkled without any traces, his eyelids moved, and finally opened his eyes.

Then he saw himself lying on the bed, the white gauze was bundled, and he heard something tangled.

He blinked, but saw a thin back, sitting in a chair, a long bandage on the table, she was wrapping her wrist with a bandage.

The sun shines, her shadow is beautiful and illusory.

In the air, a strong **** smell exists.

At first, the snow did not think that he was vomiting blood, but suddenly he felt that something was wrong.

The pain that has always existed in the chest is gone.

His broken meridians are not a big problem.

The snow raised his hand without a trace, and he glanced at the palm print on his palm.

I found that everything is fine, his skill is also there, and the body has no signs of collapse.

wrong--

The snow suddenly awakened, and he jumped out of bed.

Bai Weiwei was shocked and quickly put his hand in the cuffs. He didn't want to get up and run out.

The snow has no shape and is very fast. When her hand has not touched the door, it has already appeared in front of the door.

She slammed into his arms.

The snow breathed without a trace, and the **** smell on her body was too rich.

He glanced at the table with the medicine bottles and the **** gauze.

The snow has no trace of eyelids, and his eyes are sharp and cold, with anger.

"What do you use to save me?"

His voice was trembling and trembling.

Bai Weiwei looked up and her face was very pale. She browed and smiled.

"Whoever saved you, you die best."

The chest with no trace of snow was crushed by something, and the pain of the crack.

He took her hand and couldn't let her refuse to raise it, and the sleeve fell to her elbow.

On her wrist, it is a blood-stained bandage, and blood can't control the extravasation.

The snow has no internal force, the bandage is broken, and the wound of the bone is visible on her wrist.

There is more than one wound, one by one, almost into the bone, and the meridians break.

Her hand was completely scrapped.

The snow looked at her hand without a trace, and he tried hard to reshape her bones.

She is... ruining herself.

The last one is too late, good night. Sleep

(End of this chapter)