Chapter 1317： Master's Little Demon Girl (91)

Chapter 1317 Master's Little Demon Girl (91)

His fingers couldn't help but force a little, and I couldn't wait to break her wrist.

Bai Weiwei frowned, and there was a few pains in her eyes, but there was no snoring.

The snow has no trace of expression, and the teeth bite hard, and I can’t wait to eat her.

He saw the blood on her wrist and kept going down. Some of them fiercely looked down on these cold blood.

The only thing that suppresses his martial arts.

The first time I met, he wanted to kill her.

At that time, she saw the flowers on her shoulders and knew that her physical condition had let her go.

But when she let go of her things, he hated it at the moment.

He tried his best to adjust her body and let her meridians perfectly bear the idea of ​​his internal force.

Was she half of it.

Before he dies, he will infuse all his internal strength into her body.

His internal force is the internal force of the sword.

It depends on the hand.

Abandoning the hand is equivalent to abolishing half of the skill.

I really want to take her away, so I don’t have to worry about it, so that he will die and die.

His eyes were red, white jade-like face, and the messy silver hair was scattered like a waterfall.

The whole person has a cold sense of despair.

Bai Weiwei felt the wound on her wrist and couldn't stand it. His sucking power could not wait to bite her hand directly.

She shivered and shivered and was noticed by him.

The snow was so messy that it took a few minutes to finally let go of her hand, then she pulled her to the table with no expression.

Personally give her a prescription, apply medicine, and wrap a bandage.

The process is repressed and meticulous.

He is coveted and his eyes are very hot.

Love is too deep, hate is also breeding.

She always allows him to see hope in despair.

But this hope is not as good as it is not. The most painful thing for people is not complete despair.

It is an uncertain hope.

Even the hope of deception.

Bai Weiwei’s erratic feelings made him almost unbearable.

The snow saw no traces of the scattered drugs on the table, as well as jars with blood.

His voice was a little hoarse. "Do you think this will save me?"

Although her blood can alleviate his physical pain, but he is too deep, she has no ability to suppress his strength.

Bai Weiwei looked at him coldly. "Can you not love me?"

Her voice was straight, stiff, with suppressed anger.

The snow is lifted without traces, and the deep eyes are like the lake that has been thrown into the stone, bringing a few waves.

"No."

He is light and firm.

Even he smiled a little, the blood on his lips, beautiful and strange.

Bai Weiwei’s face was white, and her eyes were cold and shattered, and her face showed grief to the extreme expression.

Her abandoned hand, unable to hold his cuff.

"There is no trace of snow, I hate you."

She said with grief and helplessness that emotions can no longer maintain the previous ruthlessness.

Even the obsession she hides is revealed.

Her eyes are desolate and fragile. "I have done so much to make you angry, why can't you pierce my heart with a sword like before, and then live well."

She said that when she was pierced by the sword, she did not hate it.

Only the full hatred of iron is not the anger of steel.

The snow has no movements, and many words are blocked in the throat, but I don’t know what to say.

She... is cheating on him... or really loves him.

She didn't see the snow for a while, suddenly reached out and touched her face, feeling the desperate pain of her tremors.

(End of this chapter)