Chapter 1294： Master's Little Demon Girl (66)

Chapter 1294 Master's Little Demon Girl (66)

The faint word, but there is a horrible murderous murderous.

The words have just fallen, the middle-aged man, his head has been broken.

The head rolled into the blood, and the warm blood spurted into the ground.

The snow is still standing in the same place, that is, the robes are flying a little, letting people know that he has just moved.

The speed is too fast, no one can react back.

The snow is cold and cold, "I am a woman, can you just talk nonsense?"

He finished, stepping forward, holding a long sword in one hand, holding a bamboo umbrella and moving forward without hesitation.

Everyone from the death of the middle-aged man just now, finally realized.

Snow has no traces and is really rebellious.

And it is still a betrayal of betrayal.

They have taken out their weapons and shouted: "The life is coming, the snow is no trace, you are a **** hypocrite."

The snow looked up and looked at the sky without a trace. It was still raining.

When they met, it was also the weather of the rain.

I really miss the bitterness of getting along with her.

The snow walks without a trace and continues to sigh, but shrinks into an inch, as a ghost.

Wherever they went, the bodies were piled up.

In this year, martial arts people, regardless of the decent sentiment, did not have blood in their hands.

No one is afraid of the dead, but this war is frightening.

Despair, endless despair.

The collapse of being absolutely crushed has made many survivors unable to pick up any weapons in the future.

Even seeing **** water will cause nausea and vomiting.

There is no trace of snow in white, silver is flying, and the eyebrows are still so beautiful.

But he smiled gently to kill three people, blood drops on his cheek.

It seems to be a magic.

In the rain, screams, the body crashed and sounded.

Blood water flows into the steps and pools into pools.

The martial arts masters lost more than half of them, and they all died on the sword without the trace of snow.

Still human?

No, it is the devil.

Humans will not have such a high, so terrible value of force.

Not so calm, can kill so many people can laugh so gentle.

In this battle, the snow is completely famous.

He used to be a martial arts ally, although his reputation is far-reaching.

But that is still a vague shadow-like existence.

Now, he has completely subverted the image.

The wind is horrible, the world is the first.

Devil, madman.

It is much more terrible than the effect of Bai Weiwei.

She just wants him to be rebellious.

He turned himself into a demon that no one dared to provoke.

The snow did not kill the day and night, and it was a little tired. He thought that Bai Weiwei was still waiting for him, and he went out on the body.

Those who are still not dead, scared, watched as he walked out with an umbrella.

The floating back, if you don't see the bottom of his robes soaked in blood, who knows how many people he killed.

When many people saw him walking, they were so scared that they burst into tears.

Snow has no traces of mouth and smiles, go forward.

Slowly, the slender figure is like a nightmare, disappearing into the white rain and fog.

He walked back to his home, which was already in ruins.

He burned.

After all, Bai Weiwei wants him to be homeless, and he simply solves it with a fire.

To do these things, he naturally seems to be picking up a flower for her.

He is always a likable means.

The only thing missing is the feelings.

Now he has even moved his feelings, so that he can lower his identities. After all, it is the taste between lovers.

She wants, he is petting.

The snow saw a pigeon with a red ribbon and flew over his head. He looked up.

(End of this chapter)