Chapter 2417： High Cold Master's Little Fox (99)

Chapter 2417 The Little Fox of the High Cold Master (99)

The inn is still in the middle of the night.

The little fox is big and sleeps.

On the third day, he looked at the stars and watched the situation around him.

Suddenly his pupils shrank and immediately rolled over and sat up.

But it’s too late.

A huge lotus does not know when to come under him and swallow his whole person.

On the roof, there are only the stars of the moon.

The person who guards the little fox, but does not know where to disappear.

Bai Weiwei suddenly felt that something was wrong. She fell asleep and found herself sitting on a lotus flower.

The familiar hall, the closed Lingshi gate.

The dreamy fairy mist haunts.

Outside the door, there was a sound of a gentle crane screaming.

And she was in a lotus skirt, her fingers were slender, and her hair was scattered, like a fairy that was born in the lotus, and she was ignorant.

"Reunification?"

System: Blocked, heart is dead.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Something is wrong, it feels like a dream, if not her brain is sober enough.

If you realize that something is wrong, you must be deceived.

Not like a dream, it is more like a fantasy created by a special purpose?

Bai Weiwei maintains a consistently pure and lovely (...) person, pretending to be still dreaming with a skirt.

She looked left and right and saw the lotus pond.

Wen Jinqian stepped out from the lotus. He was as pure as a moon, and his slender figure was covered with a white robe. The black scorpion was gentle and calm.

Bai Weiwei did not move his eyebrows, and then there was a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

"Master, Master?"

Wen Jinqian is not clear, so look at her, it seems that she is not right.

He walked slowly and reached for her wrist.

"How to repair it so vainly, let me go and give you some medicinal herbs."

No betrayal.

No killing.

There is no hatred.

It seems that everything is before.

After Bai Weiwei suddenly passed away, she realized that she was just dreaming.

She smiled, pure and innocent eyes with a few hateful random, "No, Master, I... don't want your things."

She dreams of killing him.

[Hey, the male owner has a blackening value of ninety-four. 】

This blackening value has risen too slowly.

What is even more piturbant is how Wen Jinqian climbed into her dreams?

He won't be out of the abyss.

Wen Jinqian fingered, but did not say anything, just said indifferently: "Do not be willful, Xiaoqi."

Bai Weiwei has to do the same with him.

"I don't call Xiaoqi. Wen Jinqian's name is so hard to hear. I have a name by nature."

It is like knowing that it is a dream.

The girl is willful, and the fearless side is exposed to fearlessness.

But she is as glamorous as a rich face, and a smile is like tempting to fall into hell.

Some people, or some strange ones.

Born to be arrogant, trample on the true heart of others, step on the love of others to play with.

There is no truth in repentance.

This dream of fantasy is the last chance he gave her.

Wen Jinqian looked more gentle and peaceful, and he reached out and held her finger.

The soft fingers of a girl, like a flowery flower, are delicate and warm.

Think more... cut off.

"What is the name of the little seven?"

The careless gentleness, but the haunting of the haze of the sky.

Bai Weiwei's light-colored eyelids contain ruthless and passionate broken lights.

She smiles innocently, but her looks are thick and delicate.

"Bai Weiwei, I am not called Xiaoqi, or Lanqi."

Wen Jinqian quietly stared at her, the twilight was still deep and tender, and the crow feather-like eyelashes were long and beautifully half-fitted.

(End of this chapter)