Chapter 1337 Master's Little Demon Girl (86)

It's not so much a resurrection, but she's just suspended animation.

This is the most reasonable explanation.

And this jump, it is impossible to fake death.

So... does she love him?

Xue Wuhen only felt the blood in his mouth, which was astringent and disgusting. He watched as her belt was about to come off.

His fingers finally moved, and then he quickly stretched out his hand, his fingertips gushing out, suddenly grabbing her belt and pulling hard.

The huge internal force broke the wind and dragged her whole body down.

Her whole body was in the screaming wind, and he was hugged into his arms fiercely.

Her skin was cold, blown by the wind, and her body was stiff, but he felt that her body was incredibly beautiful.

His lips were pressed against her ears, with a bloody smell that touched her hair.

"What do you want from me?"

Isn't it good that he died? Stop pestering her.

Shouldn't she hate him to death?

Xue Wuhen laughed at himself, but his tone was full of desperate madness, "Are you because of Gu worms? But when I die, Gu worms will also die, so you are free."

Bai Weiwei shook, but she didn't have the ability to speak out.

Because the speed was too fast and the wind speed was too fast, she was taken into his arms by him, her head buried in his chest, and she couldn't even lift her head up.

Xue Wuhen saw her trembling all over, unable to resist the cold wind.

His eyes finally softened, and he sighed softly.

He stretched out his hand to hold her head, touched her hair, bowed his head and cherished and kissed her hair.

"I'm not dead, you can't be free."

After he finished speaking, his body suddenly changed, and he walked on the wind with the peak of Qinggong.

This martial art is deadly.

However, the internal strength and exercises that are exchanged for life are unique in the world.

He has never been defeated, only he wants to die, otherwise, no difficulty is enough to put him in a deadly desperate situation.

Xue Wuhen's silver hair fluttered, hugged her and followed the wind, stretched out her feet and stepped on a protruding cliff, and leaped up as light as a flying swallow.

Piece by piece of cliffs, in front of his mighty inner strength, are steady steps.

He hugged her and jumped back to the top of the mountain again.

The night is cold and the moon is clear.

Bai Weiwei was taken into his arms by him and kept shaking.

She was still afraid of death, she didn't even dare to raise her head, she could only hold onto his clothes and buried her head in his chest, like an ostrich, she refused to look out.

Xue Wuhen heard her muffled and desperate whisper, "How can you die, I forbid you to die, master..."

He stood there blankly, hugging her even harder with both hands.

She may be frightened, and she doesn't even know that she is saved. She is afraid.

How can there be a domineering, vicious and cunning look before.

Under the moonlight, the moonlight shrouded Xue Wuhen.

His blood-stained face was a little dazed, he lost his usual calm, and there was a little more desire in his eyes.

He couldn't believe her.

But what she did force him to believe.

The heart is empty, filled with hatred, doubts, love, and what should not be, with bitter happiness.

Xue Wuhen moved his lips, but in the end he couldn't ask a word.

I didn't even want her to come back to her senses, so she could only curl up in her arms and keep shaking.

Not going anywhere.

Xue Wuhen hugged her, lowered her head and kissed the top of her hair.

His expression was tender and tender.

The pain in her chest, the gushing blood, and her trembling.

It made him feel very peaceful.

In the end, she was afraid of his death, so she deliberately provoked him, hated him, and didn't stay with him.

Or did she really hate him and just pretend to be affectionate just to play games.

He didn't care at the moment, he just wanted to hug her for a while.

Enjoy the short period of time before his death, the rare warmth.