Chapter 1253： Master's Little Demon Girl (16)

Chapter 1253 Master's Little Demon Girl (16)

What does Bai Weiwei seem to think of, a flash of disgusting hatred in her eyes.

But soon, she hid it, leaving only innocence.

She was dissatisfied and complained. "It’s not that the master is cold during this period of time. Is it because I am stupid and regrets accepting me as a disciple?"

Snow has no trace of helplessness: "I am not going to investigate your family's murder?"

Bai Weiwei was in a stiff, white face, and she laughed. "Is it? What did you investigate?"

Snow did not see her holding her hand, it is estimated that the palms are nervous and sweating.

He smiled for a moment of pleasure, and was of course replaced by a gentle smile.

"The investigation found that the devil was destroyed..."

She breathed and her fingers began to tremble.

The snow stopped without a trace, only slowly said: "Your home is just near the magic, so the murderer will destroy your home together, and you are the only one who escaped."

Bai Weiwei stopped for a moment and seemed to be a bit stunned.

What is the family near the magical religion?

She is obviously a demon...

Suddenly she remembered the man who said last night, what she said to her.

If he is called his master, he will help her keep a secret.

Bai Weiwei looks complicated, her bright acting, can't wait to tell others.

She is very tangled, very uncomfortable, very secret.

The host did not want to evaluate her regressive acting.

And Bai Weiwei finished a tangled apprentice, and got a happy look with no trace of snow, only to be satisfied with the expression.

Then she sighed with a sigh of relief, and it was difficult for her to show a sad expression.

"Well, my family was killed by the devil, I only know that he is wearing a mask, he still wants to kill me..."

This sentence, let her really fear a bit.

The snow stretched out without a trace, and shot her shoulder, as if it was comforting.

"It's okay, I have found out who he is."

Bai Weiwei suddenly showed a hazy expression, "Who is this?"

This expression is too obvious.

Snow can't be seen without a trace, knowing that she really wants revenge.

The sacred saint is her mother, and her father is also one of the guardians of the cult.

She grew up in the demon and regarded the devil as her home.

Plus the education she got from childhood, she has the sinister nature of the devil.

I will report, there will be hatred.

The snow sighed without a trace. "It's white magnolia."

The nickname of this mother.

Bai Weiwei endured the urge to vomit, and the expression was a bit strange.

Snow did not think she was sad, comfort: "I will take revenge for you."

Bai Weiwei suddenly said loudly: "I want to report myself, I must catch that white magnolia, then..."

Thousands of thousands of people, all kinds of torture.

She hesitated a bit, still did not say it, for fear of scaring the snow without traces.

There is no trace of snow in the face, and I don’t seem to know what is behind her.

His expression was gentle, and his white robe was holy and elegant. Like a savior, he said to her, "Nothing, the master will help you."

Bai Weiwei looked up, and the gratitude and obsession in her eyes were unobstructed.

Her voice trembled. "Master, will you always be so good to me?"

There is no trace of snow: "What do you think, you are my apprentice, I will be good to you for a day."

Bai Weiwei’s eyes were red, and she threw herself into his arms and couldn’t help but cry.

"Master, you must not want me."

The snow stretched out without touching her hand, touching her back and comforting her.

"Small age, what is wrong with the brain, how can the master not want you."

The master is still waiting for you, the appearance of painful collapse appears.

Bai Weiwei was in a stiff state. She grabbed the clothes on his back, tight, like a treasure.

She buried her head in his chest and his voice was full of energy.

"The master promised, don't want to not want me, if I violate the oath, I will, I will lock the master."

She is threatening.

Like a child who is not sensible.

And this exclusive desire made the snow look awkward, and then his mouth smiled deeper.

There is never a sense of pleasure, and there is freshness.

Then Bai Weiwei heard a long-lost voice.

[Hey, the male owner feels good. 】

Bai Weiwei: I didn't think that you are such a pervert. You like to imprison play.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)