Chapter 1323： Master's Little Demon Girl (99)

Chapter 1323, Master's Little Demon Girl (99)

Directly expose the fact that you really have no feelings.

It’s not like before, when I said that I have no feelings, I hate him.

In fact, all kinds of subtle expressions will make the snow without any doubt whether she is lying.

She swayed her ankles lazily, and the bells had a crisp, cold feeling.

The long sword in her hand was gently placed on the left wrist of the snow without a trace. It was cold and casual. "Master, I am afraid that you will break through the restrictions of poison. I will abolish you first."

In her words, there is no mood swing.

It seems that I have done a very common thing, as if I have thrown a piece of rubbish.

Someone will throw garbage and feel proud, or show off?

No, everyone feels very ordinary.

No trace of snow at this moment, I feel that in the eyes of Bai Weiwei, that is the garbage that was thrown at random.

After throwing it, a little wave will not stay in her heart.

He is extremely convinced that her love heart suddenly shakes.

"Wei Wei, are you trying to make me hate you?"

Hate her, not emotional.

It is equal to let him live.

This idea, even if he faced her sword, there is no trace of sadness.

Bai Weiwei smiled. "You think that's right. Anyway, I can still be so optimistic before I die. I am happy for you."

After that, the tip of the sword was forced to pull a line.

The meridians of his two hands were broken.

The wound that broke without any chance to recover.

The blood rushed out, dyed his white robes, silver hair ends.

His eyes were hot and complicated to look at her, seemingly incomprehensible, and seemed to be shaking.

Bai Weiwei lightly avoided his blood, and the skirt was accidentally smothered.

She frowned and reached out and seemed to be dusting.

However, the blood stains are stained, and even if it is wet, it is not easy to fade.

She has some regrets to say: "I like this skirt, so I can't wear it."

Then she measured the sword, "I blame the master, how to make the sword so heavy."

There is a little hoarseness in the sound of snow. "If you know that you want to take it, I will create a light sword, so as not to make your hands sour."

Bai Weiwei heard, finally revealed a smile, "Master, you really love me, love is stupid and cute, before my mother said that a man likes a woman, no matter how smart and more will become a fool, I still don't believe it, I saw that you thought it was true."

She said, some laboriously cut the meridians on his feet.

All hands and feet are abolished.

Snow does not know that the degree of fracture of this meridian is not likely to recover.

She really wants to abolish him.

No room left.

The blood was soaked in his half body. His darkness was very dark, like an abyss that was deep in the bottom, but there was a gentleness that could not be removed.

On a man, there was an icy exquisiteness at the same time, and the fragility of tenderness.

Bai Weiwei did not move at all. She threw away her long sword and complained: "He is dead."

Still delicate and capricious.

The heart is still indifferent and poisonous.

The heart without snow is slowly, sinking a little.

The blood on his face was pale with the loss of blood.

He couldn't find a trace of his like in her expression.

He used to like to play games. When he was most excited, he saw those people falling into hell.

But once those people are really fallen.

He is not interested, he will start to slack off and be lazy.

Even disappointing impatient.

(End of this chapter)