Chapter 2485： The Witch of the Duke of Rose (27)

Chapter 2485 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (27)

It won't be true, it was taken away by the patrol.

Thinking of the face of the little witch, he knows the recent years.

The group of aristocratic circles is not very rare for the beauty of being too bright and strong.

Instead, pursue the appearance of a white, simple, angelic child.

They are a group of people who are used to seeing something too colorful.

Bright in their eyes, it is like a colorful, but rotten and ugly food.

The little witch's face is like a beautiful and pure light.

Enough to let a large number of nobles go crazy for her.

It won't be seen by any small aristocrat who doesn't have long eyes.

After all, she was so weak, she was taken care of, and she was struggling to be taken away.

Every nobleman, no matter how good or bad, there is always a magician.

And the little witch's terrible ability, let alone the lowest level magician.

Just a few ordinary men swarmed up, she could not cope.

Xiaya has reached out to her face impatiently, her cold eyes, and she began to have sharp irritability.

Never come back.

He left.

He didn't care about her life and death.

Anyway, the witch is a few more dead, or someone is ruined.

For him, only the benefits are no harm.

Xia is resistant to the temper, and her fingers are bored and knocked on the armrests of the chair.

Damn, or she went out to play.

Forgot him, she didn't care if he was hungry, right?

Thinking of this, the delicate and sour teenager, cold and bent red and cruel lips.

Also, he is just what she brought, a wrong substitute.

She was wrong with the bones and mistakenly brought him back.

He has always been regarded as her lover.

Stupid like this, like this, it is also a loss for her to live so big.

Xia's cold psychology, nowhere came up to a group of repressed flames of anger.

This uncontrollable state of mind.

Let him frown, and the light eyelashes trembled.

Xia got up and just left, not coming back.

The familiar footsteps sounded.

There is also the voice of the little witch happy to sing.

Sweet and awkward tune, especially licking ears.

Xia's cold expression, a few different.

He almost instinctively sat down on the chair and thought that he had moved the chair to the position.

Xia’s fingers pressed hard and turned the chair back to the window.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to maintain the posture of the dead body. The face was slightly lowered and the thin lips were soft and squatting.

A juvenile-like boy is still a successful day for the dead.

Bai Weiwei took an empty basket and listened to the system saying things at home.

There is always no problem.

It was just that Xia moved the chair herself, as if she didn't dare let her know.

He will move the same.

Bai Weiwei thinks this is also a common sense, after all, amnesia.

The vigilance is definitely strong, so pretend to die, and then check the steps step by step.

Make sure she is telling the truth, and there is no danger.

He will return to normal.

Bai Weiwei said to the system: "The person behind him is still there?"

System: "At, it's a magician, but it's a low-level one, not so dangerous."

Bai Weiwei nodded.

She deliberately ignored the followers behind her.

I also want to give Xia a sense of crisis.

Otherwise, I have been sitting like this, and my feelings are not moving.

The beauty saves the hero, although it is an old stalk.

But it works.

The magician is estimated to be looking at her beauty.

After all, she just went out and saw the woman.

Every skin is rough.

(End of this chapter)