Chapter 1306 Master's Little Demon Girl (54)

Xue Wuhen's eyes fell on those annotations, and he looked at them little by little until he saw a sentence.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and the dark color in his eyes burst into an unspeakable distortion.

He looked at Bai Weiwei lying on the bed, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

The place where his finger was placed was where she made an annotation.

"master--"

"May you love me and no longer feel heartache."

The bottle in Xue Wuhen's hand was her blood.

He ran quickly to the bed, reached out and took her soft fingers.

Then he carefully opened her cuff, and there were large and small scars on her white and tender wrist.

All are newly cut.

The wounds are covered with wound medicine, and some of the wounds have just been glued.

Some were oozing blood before she died.

No one has ever been able to unravel the dead knot of his martial arts practice.

How many people have spent so many years and effort in order to overcome this dead end.

It was not as good as her research in such a short period of time.

She used herself as medicine to save him.

Xue Wuhen stared blankly, his mind was dazed for a moment, and he suddenly couldn't stand it anymore.

Severe pain like a crack in the chest.

Even he didn't understand why he obviously killed her.

But still can't get peace.

The blood at the corner of Xue Wuhen's mouth poured out like spring water.

He choked, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, blood splashed onto her wrist and landed along her fingertips.

As if she was hurt.

Xue Wuhen immediately shivered and went to wipe it desperately.

The more you wipe, the more.

He couldn't stop vomiting blood, and he had to die if he went on like this.

Xue Wuhen's face was expressionless, only one pair of eyes had a kind of struggle that was close to madness.

He pinched open the mouth of the bottle in his hand, and then poured the medicine into his mouth.

The medicine is clear and bloody.

I don't know what was added, but the cold temperature rushed into the depths of his mouth and spread to his whole body.

Because of the hot pain in his body, he was suppressed at once.

The severe pain in the chest that was killing him also subsided immediately.

Xue Wuhen clutched his chest, breathing heavily and messily, and his pupils were still trembling.

It seems that I can't believe that I can get such a calm cold.

Xue Wuhen lowered her head and wiped the blood from her hands and face.

In the end, he found that he couldn't finish it at all, because she was covered in blood.

"You shouldn't love me."

Xue Wuhen's voice was cold and his expression was indifferent.

It's like she doesn't care about her death.

It's as if the man who died just now because he wanted to feel distressed was not him.

Xue Wuhen recalled the time when she met her, and the rain was like this, she was so timid and pale.

Later, I saw the flowers on her shoulders, and I saw the admiration for him in her eyes.

He suddenly became interested.

Because of martial arts, he is cold-hearted and very fond of watching others collapse.

In order to pass his boring and depressing life, he always likes to look for people who are pure and good, but fall into hell.

He gave those people warmth and made them think they had met a savior.

But when they thought they would get the greatest happiness, they stood on the sidelines again and pushed them into hell.

Bai Weiwei is the first person who has nothing to do with Chunliang.

She is like a poisonous flower in the dark, blooming strangely, emitting a charming fragrance to lure passers-by into depravity.

But in front of him, she will always look like a little white flower.

He is cute and lively, and his eyes are full of admiration for him.