Chapter 1282： Master's Little Demon Girl (55)

Chapter 1282 Master's Little Demon Girl (55)

There is no trace of snow that makes her go to hell, and she will look beautiful when she collapses.

It is very beautiful...

His hand slowly touched her dead face, white beautiful face, quiet closed eyes.

There is also a scattered hair.

She is the first woman he feels good-looking.

It is good to see that anyone loses color in front of her.

Snow has no trace that she is actually beautiful all the time.

The notes on the cheats, all in one sentence, know that he doesn't like her.

Just want to use her.

So she is so humble to cure him and then get his love.

It’s really stupid.

Love a person, how can you love this ugly look.

Even if she looks good, she loves it too embarrassing.

Snow has no trace of the corner of his mouth, want to laugh at her.

But I found my face, some cold.

He reached out and touched his tears, and his tears came out of his thin eyes.

The snow was shocked and looked at the tears on his fingers. The chest was not painful, but the tears in his eyes could not stop.

His hand also buckled her wrist, and the wound on the wrist made his fingertips tremble.

She is actually afraid of pain.

But in the nails, in order to train the hidden weapon that he wants her to practice, she puts a needle inside.

On the wrist, in order to heal him, use a knife to cut the flesh together.

The snow suddenly rose up without a trace. He opened her hand and closed her eyes and stopped looking at her.

Then he turned and left.

Do not allow yourself to continue to cherish regrets.

People are dead, he can't regret it.

After going out, he looked at the empty garden and swayed through the rose flowers in a red dress.

The flowers fell to the ground.

The snow is cold and the face is cold.

But this time, I can't step on it.

The snow was removed without a trace, and the rose flowers appeared intact on the ground. He looked at it for a while and suddenly heard someone calling him behind him.

"master?"

The light in his eyes flashed and he immediately turned to look at the window sill.

However, it was found that only one tree rose well, and the window sill was empty.

The snow did not stand for a while, but there was no pain in the chest, but it was empty and empty.

He smiled coldly and laughed. "I really got stuck..."

The laughter of self-deprecating gradually became bigger, and eventually the laughter was somewhat distorted and crazy.

He smiled at the end, his face was a little bit sullen, and said coldly: "I don't believe, I still don't believe how long it will affect you when you die. Love is just a moment of obsession. Only a fool can remember forever."

When he decided to kill her, everything could not be turned back.

Including the likes of her, he can never admit it.

The snow looked up at the room without a trace, and there was a violent madness in his eyes. He walked over step by step and then touched the door.

Not going in, just standing in the doorway, the pale, scary face has a desperate madness.

"Killed you, ruined your body, I see what else you can leave to confuse me."

Anyone who makes him emotional is his enemy of death and hatred.

There was no trace of snow, and people brought oil and torches. He personally lit the house.

The house was burning with raging fire.

There is no trace of snow in the red, standing in front of the flame, the white face is printed with red fire.

Handsome as a ghost.

There are no masks of modest gentlemen in the weekdays.

Even the power to disguise yourself has been lost.

Destroy everything about her, he will not remember.

He is so cold-hearted that he will not suffer for a lifetime, for a thing that he will never get, or for a person who cannot be obtained.

(End of this chapter)