Chapter 1296 Master's Little Demon Girl (42)

Is this killing him?

Bai Weiwei felt that Xue Wuhen was killing her.

This man intends to transfer the poisonous fire to her at one time.

Let her go straight to the grave.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, her fingers were lazily placed on his shoulders, and her voice was soft as water, begging him.

Xue Wuhen's eyes were dark and terrifying, and her black hair fell on her naked body, strange and delicate.

He said in a low voice, "It's almost ready."

Bai Weiwei: The way you lie is really hateful.

In the drowsiness, she felt that Xue Wuhen's fingers seemed to have pinched her neck.

Like instinct, she softly called out, "Master..."

Her long hair was spread out, like the most gorgeous monster in the night, and her half-drooping eyes were confused and ignorant, as if she didn't know how attractive she looked.

His fingers couldn't help but soften, stroking her neck, but in the end he was not willing to pinch it.

Bai Weiwei knew that it was because her body was still useful.

So this dead bastard was reluctant to start.

There is no favorability prompt, everything depends on her own experience to guess his mind.

This also made it difficult for her to catch the rhythm of his increasing favorability.

There is no sound of favorability, and the increased workload is not a little or two.

Just when Bai Weiwei was dizzy and finally fainted.

In the darkness, the Xue Wuhen eyes on her body flashed violent entanglement.

His breathing was heavy and he seemed to be in pain.

His eyes were fixed on Bai Weiwei under him, and his expression was distorted for a moment.

The poisonous fire has mostly spread to her.

He was supposed to be comfortable, but another terrible pain in his body was tormenting him.

Is the chest, where the heart is.

Xue Wuhen reached out and covered his chest, swallowing a mouthful of blood.

A harbinger of madness.

Xue Wuhen endured for a long time before returning to calm.

The crazy part of this martial arts is not the poisonous fire, but the inability to be emotional.

When he is emotional, martial arts will directly attack his body.

When he chose this martial art back then, he sneered when he saw that he couldn't be moved.

After all, he is indifferent by nature and will not be moved by anyone.

So he did not hesitate to embark on this path.

But today...

Xue Wuhen thought that the pain in her chest a few times earlier had all come from... Bai Weiwei.

He got up and looked blankly at the girl on the bed.

She frowned slightly, her lips were bitten by him, her face was pink and her blush was as beautiful as a flower bud.

The slender wrist rests outside the quilt, and the fingertips are delicate and slender.

All are exquisite, all of which make people feel enchanting and innocent.

Xue Wuhen silently put her hand back into the quilt, then put on her clothes and walked out.

Under the moonlight, he suddenly drew a flower branch, turned it into sword energy, and danced sharply and quickly.

Swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world.

Internal power is endless, from the worry of exhaustion.

With Poison Huoli behind him, the last flaw in his martial arts was about to be resolved.

Just one or two more times, and he will be completely healed.

And Bai Weiwei...

His swordsmanship was stagnant, and a picture of her sweetly smiling at him seemed to flash before his eyes.

Thinking of her vicious side again.

Even this side is so gorgeous that no woman can match it.

With a frown and a smile, it is simply born to charm a man.

As long as she is willing, no man should be able to refuse her.

But he was the only one in her eyes.

This feeling is terrifyingly hot.

Xue Wuhen has been cold for half her life, and this is the first time she has encountered such a straightforward and direct love.

It was so hot that it almost scorched his extremely cold heart...