Chapter 1304 Master's Little Demon Girl (51)

Bai Weiwei's eyes dimmed, tears flashed in her eyes, and the tears fell to the ground one by one along her cheeks.

Mixed with blood and water, disappeared.

The medicine bottle in her hand fell out and rolled to the front.

Bai Weiwei's body, which was already unable to support it, suddenly stretched out her hand with difficulty and crawled forward.

Xue Wuhen had already stepped out, and he told himself not to look back.

Even if he was so distressed that he burst, he couldn't look back at her.

He was afraid that he would regret it... but he had no regrets.

Bai Weiwei was fatally wounded, and no one could save her.

He heard her crawling forward, the forward sound of her clothes rubbing against the wet blood.

Those small sounds gave people a feeling of pain and death.

His steps were getting slower and slower, until at last he could barely move forward.

"master……"

Her voice was so small, with grievances and confusion.

It seemed that he didn't know why he could easily kill her.

Xue Wuhen took a deep breath, feeling that the air had become a knife, severing his body.

If he wants to live.

She must die.

A person will not be punished for himself, and he will not be moved for anyone.

If there is, kill it.

Bai Weiwei's hand finally grabbed the bottle with difficulty, as if it was her last hope.

She was covered in blood, her snow-white face was stained with blood, and her eyes lost the usual quirky cunning.

She raised her head in dazed horror and looked at the red back who was walking away.

A gentleman is like a jade, and a jade tree faces the wind.

She moved her lips, but no sound came out.

The guests at the scene obviously came to their senses, but the wedding suddenly turned into a funeral.

And Bai Weiwei turned out to be a spy of the Demon Sect.

One of them was a martial artist who used to have a grudge against the Demon Sect, suddenly he drew his sword and stabbed Bai Weiwei in the back.

This move is actually a gesture of goodwill to Xue Wuhen.

After all, this woman lied to the martial arts leader, isn't it just a merit to kill?

Bai Weiwei's eyes spread deathly, she was dressed in red, the blood stained her eyes, and the sword was about to pierce her back.

To her dying, brought the last painful blow.

At a critical moment, the martial artist who attacked her was suddenly kicked out.

The table and chairs were smashed all the way, and the internal organs were directly shattered.

And Bai Weiwei was also taken into an embrace.

The familiar temperature made her show a trembling smile, "Master, you are here..."

Her voice was soft and scattered, like her life, about to die at any time.

Xue Wuhen was half-squatting, holding her body with one hand, her hands covered with blood on her body.

He bowed his head, his face was terribly pale, but his black eyes were cold.

"You can blame me."

His voice was calm, but with a suppressed trembling.

Bai Weiwei stared at him blankly, the girl's face was stained with blood.

But her pupils are obsessed and pure, not bold and enthusiastic on weekdays, she looks more frail and slender.

Suddenly she smiled slowly, "If I can sleep with you a few times, my life is worth it."

Xue Wuhen's pupils shrank, almost unbelievable.

Her love was not mixed with any resentment at all.

This is different from what he thought. He wanted her to be ugly, and she wanted her to fall madly because of resentment.

He won't regret killing her like this.

He can't regret it for the rest of his life.

Bai Weiwei took a breath, her fingers trembled violently, and handed him the bottle in her hand.

"Master, for you, I hope... I hope you can..."