Chapter 1309 Master's Little Demon Girl (57)

When Xue Wuhen walked out with her in his arms, a group of people rushed up, wanting to see if he was okay.

But it was suddenly opened by a burst of incomparable force.

A bunch of people rolled to the ground, screaming miserably.

Xue Wuhen's eyes were cold and empty, and he didn't look at anyone.

He held Bai Weiwei tightly in his hands, his expression was calm but with a daunting madness.

With his back to the firelight, his face was tense and red-colored, and he actually carried a demonic serenity.

The system twitched the corners of its mouth, wondering what the madness of the male protagonist was going on.

Xue Wuhen hugged her and walked forward step by step.

The bells on her ankles were shattering, which was very nice.

Xue Wuhen's breathing became messy with the sound of her bell.

He came to his family's cemetery, then seemed to lose all strength and slumped in front of an empty cemetery.

The sword on Xue Wuhen's waist fell to the ground, and the blade in the scabbard was still stained with her blood.

The man's expression was indifferent, his long hair fell to the ground, and some of his clothes were burned by the flames. He looked embarrassed and even more pitiful.

He hugged Bai Weiwei and sat for a while before placing her in the field of flowers next to her.

She was dressed in a bloody wedding dress, her face was quiet, not the usual hustle and bustle, soft and delicate.

Xue Wuhen reached out and smoothed her long hair before turning around and digging up the soil with her bare hands.

After digging the pit, it was discovered that no coffin was prepared.

Xue Wuhen stared blankly at the pit, she definitely didn't like it without a coffin.

After all, there are many small bugs in the soil, and she is also afraid of getting dirty.

Xue Wuhen looked down at her for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, and then got up to look for the coffin.

When the flames began to burn, he found himself regretting it.

He never regretted anything he did, and he did not allow the emotion of regret to appear.

It was the first time he regretted going into the flames to bring her body out.

Xue Wuhen left with heavy steps.

But when he came back, he saw that there was nothing among the flowers.

Only the blood stained on her body.

The coffin on Xue Wuhen's shoulder slammed to the ground. He quickly rushed to the flower bushes, stretched out his hands and tried his best to open the flowers.

No, she's gone.

Xue Wuhen's breathing became heavy, his eyes were red, and his face was finally uncontrollable, shattering calmly.

"Vivi?"

She is gone, how can the body be gone, who took it away?

Xue Wuhen's fingers trembled as she tightly grasped the red-stained flower field, a piercing pain that finally broke through his hypocritical disguise.

He let out a low, sad growl.

He found that he actually regretted it. The moment she died, he began to regret it.

What brought her out of the fire was the first time he regretted, and he couldn't fool himself with such silly words.

When he drew his sword through her chest, he knew he had done something wrong, something he could never forgive himself for in his life.

But he didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to touch it, and insisted on it until now.

And Bai Weiwei's body disappeared, which was the final fatal blow to him.

crush him completely.

On a tree not far from the cemetery, Bai Weiwei slowly opened her eyes.

"Tongzi, am I alive?"

System: "Well, does your body still hurt?"

Bai Weiwei: "It's alright, where's Xue Wuhen?"

The system glanced at it, "I'm looking for you everywhere."

Bai Weiwei stretched out her finger, and the fingertips were covered in blood. She looked at the wound on her wrist and sneered, "I won't leave until I can't beat this bastard to death.

Abusive heart value, this thing can leave the plane without brushing full.

But Bai Weiwei decided to fill up.

Because she had never seen such a scumbag fighter.