Chapter 2500： Witch of the Duke of Rose (45)

Chapter 2500 Witch of the Duke of Rose (45)

Her face is pale and sweaty.

The skills of life-saving and other pain-relieving skills do not hide the body's instinct.

Although she does not hurt, her body still hurts.

There are some physical reactions.

Her legs are beginning to soften.

Bai Weiwei held a sigh of relief and did not dare to lift her head, showing no painful expression.

But if someone opens her hood, she can see her white face is not normal.

There is also sweat from her pain.

Peggy was on the carriage and looked down coldly.

The Bright Magic Array has been on for so long.

If it is a witch, it should not show signs of struggle.

This is his first show in front of the people, showing miracles.

The witch must appear.

Otherwise his reputation will be defeated.

Pegri whispered: "I didn't think that the evil dark demon was so embarrassed, but under my holy light, evil would be invisible."

After that, he waved his hand.

"Everyone looks up."

He does not believe that such a top light magic will not force the witch.

Bai Weiwei’s face was pale and her fingers could not hold.

Looking up, her strangeness is nothing.

Everyone looked up.

And Bai Weiwei, who has been keeping his head down, looks very conspicuous.

Pegri immediately smiled coldly. "The hooded believer looked up."

The command on the top is like watching an ant.

Bai Weiwei only thought that the order was just down.

A targeted array of bright magic came directly from the attack.

She has a witch mark on her body.

As long as it is an aggressive bright magic, it is harmful to her.

And this attack magic is to want her life.

Bai Weiwei just wanted the system to send her away.

The identity leak is no longer a matter of life.

Just as she had just opened her mouth, a pale, slender hand fell gently on her back.

The light attacking magic has just fallen on Bai Weiwei's body.

After a ray of light.

Bai Weiwei still stands well.

Even the strangeness in her body has disappeared.

Only a cool surrounded her.

This cool guardian power comes from the young boy who reaches for it.

The person behind him, the voice is low with a little helpless hoarse, the sound line actually has a few gorgeous feelings.

"How can I be bullied if I can't see you for a while?"

Bai Weiwei has a stiff body.

She whispered: "Xia."

The grievances in the voice appeared with a crying sound.

The hand that was placed on her thin back was a bit heavy because she heard her crying.

It seems to be the owner of the hand, angry.

Then the beautiful fingers, slowly going down, eventually came to her waist.

When the fingers are slightly forceful, they will hold the wronged girl into the warm arms.

Xia, wearing the hooded robes with her poor men, stood behind her.

The scattered purple color of the juvenile falls to the eye. In the shadow of the shadow, the purple scorpion is deep and dark.

"Not afraid, I am here."

The little witch does not seem to believe that he is the same.

"You are the resurrection of the black magic, the saint will kill you. I am a witch, I will be burned to death."

Little whispering fears and fears.

Make his eyes more cold and sultry.

The juvenile, like a harmless large animal, puts the lower jaw gently on her weak shoulder.

His words are filled with smiles.

"It's okay, my Vivi is the kindest witch, and the light magic will not cause any harm to you."

Bai Weiwei seems to have some unbelief.

Xia has said softly: "Is it not uncomfortable? You just didn't encounter any big magic, and you won't get used to it in the early days. Now it's alright."

Bai Weiwei does not seem to be ignorant.

"But I am a witch."

Xia Ya whispers softly, like the wind of rose.

"It doesn't matter if you die together, are you not... my lover?"

The lover is in the lips and is gorgeous.

Bai Weiwei's ears are crisp, the itch can't stand it, and the tip of the ear is red.

However, she was moved by her heart.

So hypnotized brainwashing for so long.

Finally, I washed a person who lost my memory into my lover.

The bright future of good feelings and rising makes her feel that all the hard work is worth it.

When Xia’s side squatted, she saw the pale face under her hood and the cold sweat on her forehead.

His cold twilight is even more terrifying.

With a sense of killing, Xia slowly lifted.

Look at the Son who is standing in the carriage.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)