Chapter 1270 Master's Little Demon Girl (4)

Bai Weiwei was trembling all over, her clothes were tattered, and her body was covered in blood.

She burst into tears, "My family was killed by a demon, I want revenge, your martial arts are so high, can you accept me as a disciple?"

She was like a poor baby bird, being brutally pushed out of the stable nest.

Falling into the dust, covered in scars.

It's so cute it makes me want to destroy it.

The peak of the man's Qinggong made her see it, and she knew that he could help her take revenge.

"Who killed your family?"

The man's voice had a hint of coldness, as if he felt empathy for seeing her so embarrassed, the gentleness on his face turned into a righteous majesty.

Bai Weiwei's lips were trembling, her hands were tightly clasping her chest, but her clothes kept slipping off, her round and beautiful shoulders were mercilessly beaten by the rain.

The pitiful and innocent eyes under her eyelashes were full of flamboyant hatred.

"It's the leader of the Demon Sect."

The man frowned, a trace of sighing and sadness flashed on his face, and then he said, "I'll find you a place to live. As for the devil's sect leader, I will arrest him and bring him to justice, so I don't need to be a teacher."

Bai Weiwei stared at him stunned, she seemed a little helpless.

It seemed that stopping him and knelt down to apprentice had exhausted her best courage.

It looked like the man was about to leave.

Bai Weiwei stood up suddenly, she stretched out her hand and grabbed his robe, with pleading in her wet eyes, "I want to take revenge myself, please accept me."

The man looked at Junyi's eyebrows and frowned, "No, revenge is not for you, I still..."

His words stopped sharply, and a twisted excitement flashed violently in his gentle eyes.

Bai Weiwei let go, and all her clothes fell to the ground.

The blood lotus on the shoulders is so coquettish and charming.

Her white body, in the rain, has a kind of beauty that seduces the soul and wins the card.

But her face was full of desperate madness, blood stained her cheeks, against the gorgeous light of hatred in her eyes.

Just insanely beautiful.

"If you can't be your teacher, then please let me be your woman."

Only you can take revenge, even if you sacrifice your own body, it doesn't matter.

The man breathed a little harder, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the twisted darkness in his eyes. He leaned over and handed the umbrella to her head.

Then he took off his white robe with one hand and draped it lightly over her.

There is a faint orchid scent on the clothes.

He looks like a gentleman like Lan.

"You don't have to do this, I'll accept you as a disciple." The man's voice carried a sigh of compassion.

Bai Weiwei raised her head in surprise, with pure admiration and admiration on her beautiful face.

Direct and fearless feelings, without any cover, appeared on Bai Weiwei's face.

The man said gently: "I am Xue Wuhen, you will follow me in the future, I will teach you swordsmanship, and let you take revenge."

Bai Weiwei stared at him intently, with a burning heat in her eyes.

She grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, as if she saw the savior, "Well, master."

The corner of Xue Wuhen's mouth twitched, revealing a gentle and gratifying smile, and the temperament of the whole person was clean and holy.

It feels so good to be trusted with all my heart.

Wait until she gets all her trust and admiration, and then personally betray and shatter all her yearnings.

It must be... delicious.

Without the favorability tone, Bai Weiwei could only simply judge Xue Wuhen's feelings.

It should be excited, neurotic, dead perverted, mentally twisted and shameless.

She complained silently, and then worshipped him like a parent just like when the chick saw the object for the first time.

Bai Weiwei felt that Xue Wuhen liked to play with people's hearts so much.

She just came to worship him with naked trust, let him put his mind on her, and then slowly think about the future.

Xue Wuhen suddenly stretched out her hand and held her hand full of scars and blood, a gentle palm with a soothing tenderness.

He turned around and pulled her into his arms.

Bai Weiwei was startled, a little afraid to raise her eyes.

Xue Wuhen just lightly placed her hand on her shoulder, and the lotus flower was pressed under his palm.

A warm inner force entered her body and made her warm up at once.

With gratitude in Bai Weiwei's eyes, she was a little embarrassed, "Thank you, benefactor."

The smile on Xue Wuhen's mouth deepened, and he said gently, "It's time to call me a master. From now on, follow me."

Bai Weiwei lowered her head nervously and seemed a little helpless and shy, and then she hummed softly.

She didn't seem to notice, Xue Wuhen's eyes were cold, and she looked at her with interest.

Bai Weiwei lowered her head, her eyes were just as cold, she almost rolled her eyes.