Chapter 1301： Master's Little Demon Girl (73)

Chapter 1301 Master's Little Demon Girl (73)

Bai Weiwei thought that the first force of force was that several masters could kill the snow without any traces.

But the force of the son of the plane is first.

It is literal, it is fucking, really the first.

No one can do it.

How many high-level hands come together, not enough snow, no trace of a few swords.

Bai Weiwei’s footsteps are heavy, “You mean...”

System: "If he wants to kill, all of our masters of the magic are added, not enough for him to kill."

Bai Weiwei took a sip of the mouth, "How much is the value of the heart."

The system is desperate, "eighty."

Mom, the value of the heart is recognized, can not rise data.

Because the pain of abusive heart value is a real desperation.

As a result, the value of the heartlessness of the snow has risen tens of times.

This is terrible.

Bai Weiwei: "Actually, I want to have some thoughts, let the snow have no pain, and raise the value of the heart, then drive him down the mountain, and then warm up the strategy."

System: "Catch the mountain..."

The idea is good, but how can we get the snow out of the mountain?

As for the warmth of the strategy... Is the host an ambiguity about the two words of warmth?

It’s also a kind of ghost.

Bai Weiwei seems to know the system's doubts. She said: "I thought that there are so many masters in the magic, and there are still four big masters who should have no big problems."

Plus the snow is no trace because of the emotional and heavy self.

So to drive away him, it should be very...

Ah!

The screams suddenly screamed.

Bai Weiwei shook with the system at the same time, stiff neck and looked back.

I saw a terrible scene.

An astonishing wave of internal forces, like a colorless and invisible horror blade, spreads rapidly around the center of snow.

The person standing next to him, the flesh and blood is blurred and killed.

The wicked masters who were hypnotized by Bai Weiwei, their faces changed, and they took out their weapons.

But the snow is no trace, but it seems to have not seen them.

His silver hair was scattered behind him, his posture was tall and elegant, and the red robes were hunted in the wind.

Such as fire, such as the most cold fireworks.

Beautiful and cold, cruel.

He had a long sword in his hand, his low-hanging eyelashes were thick, and his eyes were dark and dark.

And his eyes, decided to look at Bai Weiwei.

Then he started step by step and walked slowly toward Bai Weiwei.

His mouth even smiles, the beautiful face is like a dazzling sun, the deep and dark scorpion, but with a crazy twisted evil.

Such as immortal.

It is also evil.

In the same person, the contradiction is amazing.

Bai Weiwei and the system shake together at the same time.

"Where, no one can escape him once."

System: "The world is the first."

"The four wicked high-handed men were hacked to death, hacked! Three slashers killed three swords."

System: "The first thing in the world is the world's first."

This is the first, and it is not discounted.

Is Bai Weiwei thinking that it is a reward?

There is no trace of snow as the son of the plane. All the air transports are blessed, and they are hard-core unshakable cattle forks.

The trick is that it is comparable to the host's slag.

Bai Weiwei: "I will run first."

The system reached out and wanted to let her feel at ease, and felt too cruel. She could only say, "Let's run, live for a few more seconds."

Let you abuse, without such abuse.

Directly ruining the snow without a trace, no one can hold it.

Bai Weiwei ran forward with the skirt, and she ran and said, "I can't force it. Just put it for a few minutes, now it becomes awesome."

The system has a long-term focus. "Young people, they must be cautious, and don't do this in the future."

Bai Weiwei slowed down and she couldn't move.

Because her skirt was trampled.

"Unified, I feel that I have no future."

The system turned back and then turned silently. "You are good."

The person who stepped on her skirt, gently put a pale, slender hand on her thin shoulder.

His hand is very cold, and he can still feel the temperature of his fingers cold through the clothes.

Bai Weiwei took a deep breath and the ghosts have seen it.

Still afraid to see people?

She was just about to turn back, a familiar embrace had been attached to her back, holding her waist, and his lips already contained her sensitive ears.

"Wei Wei."

His voice is chilly with hoarseness.

Bai Weiwei is stiff.

He also noticed that his teeth bite and bite her ear, and then the icy laughter of the suffocating sound.

"Don't you want to be a relative? I am willing to be your little five, but unfortunately... I have killed the rest of your men."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

The installation is for a while, and the crematorium in the crematorium cemetery is more cool.

The last one is even more. Hold your warm heart cake, good night.

(End of this chapter)