Chapter 1316 Master's Little Demon Girl (64)

Bai Weiwei couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of her mouth, and her voice became sharp, "Wife? Is there a wife who was killed by her husband on the first day of worship?"

She finally couldn't keep calm, she grabbed his collar fiercely with both hands, and the grief and hatred in her eyes finally appeared.

"Xue Wuhen, you ruined everything for me, do you know how much I hate you?"

Xue Wuhen lowered his eyes, his expression was a little sluggish, and the pain he wanted to recover, but he didn't know how to recover, actually made him a little at a loss.

He saw tears welling up in her eyes, and saw her trembling in uncontrollable pain.

The pain came suddenly.

This kind of pain is not the pain of wounds, nor the pain of emotional torture.

But another softer, but more unbearable pain.

Xue Wuhen pursed the corners of his mouth, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Weiwei..."

Bai Weiwei shouted angrily, "Enough, you are not qualified to call me by my name. Since you brought it to the door yourself, I am welcome."

She pulled out all the knives and watched blood gushing out of his chest.

Her lips were trembling, her fingers were shaking so badly that she even had trouble breathing.

Bai Weiwei raised her hand, and the hand holding the knife tightened and loosened.

She burst into tears, crying bloody word by word, "Xue Wuhen, why did I meet you, I can't even kill you, why should I be so humble and lowly to a man who doesn't love me."

She cried with grievances and grief to the bone, clearly holding a knife and gaining the upper hand.

But it is even more fragile than the wounded Xue Wuhen.

Xue Wuhen's heart was crying because she didn't know what to do.

But her reluctance brightened his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, took her into his arms, and blew his breath into her ears. The smell of blood was as cold as the man's voice, but it had a heavy meaning of surrender.

"Vivi, I love you."

This sentence weighs more than anyone else.

Because the martial arts he practiced can't be emotionally moved, and if he is moved, he will die.

So once you say that you love a woman, it is the end of the road.

So he rejects the sentence of falling in love with someone.

Because it's announcing his own death.

But today he was willing to say it, just to appease her tears.

After he said it, he felt relieved and couldn't help repeating, "I really love you."

This sentence turned out to be sweet, with the sweetness of blood.

Bai Weiwei didn't move, she was sluggish for a while.

"you love Me?"

Xue Wuhen: "Yeah."

Bai Weiwei still can't seem to believe it, "Do you really love me?"

Like an insecure child, I want others to repeat this beautiful oath time and time again.

Xue Wuhen reached out and gently touched her ink hair, "I have never loved a woman so much. You are the first and the last."

Bai Weiwei rested her head on his hard shoulder, her voice softened, "Do you love me enough to die for me?"

Xue Wuhen hardly hesitated, "Yes."

Bai Weiwei: "Can you abandon the position of the leader of the alliance and crawl at my feet?"

Xue Wuhen: "Yes."

He wanted her to be happy, and he wanted her to love him like he used to.

I also want her to be lively and happy.

Instead of being hurt by him like this.

Fragile, insecure, and painful.

Bai Weiwei's hand suddenly grabbed the clothes on his back, her voice choked, "Xue Wuhen... Master."

The title of master is sad and helpless.