Chapter 1342 Master's Little Demon Girl (91)

His fingers couldn't help but use a little bit of force, wishing he could just cut off her wrist.

Bai Weiwei frowned, a few traces of pain flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say a word.

Xue Wuhen grimaced, biting her teeth hard, wishing she could be eaten.

He saw the blood on her wrist, which kept flowing down, and lowered his head fiercely to suck the cold blood.

The body of the most yin is the only thing that suppresses his martial arts.

The first time they met, he wanted to kill her.

At that time, I saw the flowers on her shoulders and let her go after knowing her physique.

But at the time he let go of her things, now he hates it to the core.

He tried his best to condition her body so that her meridians could perfectly withstand his internal force.

She was ruined by half.

Before he died, he would pour all his inner strength into her body.

His inner strength is the inner strength of swordsmanship.

It depends on the hand.

Abandoning the hand is equivalent to abolishing half of the skill.

I really want to take her away directly, so as not to worry so much and make him uneasy even in death.

His eyes were red, his face was like jade, and his messy silver hair was scattered like a waterfall.

The whole person has a cold sense of despair.

Bai Weiwei felt the wound on her wrist, the pain was unbearable, and the strength of his sucking could not wait to bite her hand directly off.

She flinched and trembled, and he noticed it.

Xue Wuhen's breathing was a little messy before finally letting go of her hand, and then she pulled her to the table with a blank expression.

Give her the medicine, apply the medicine, and put the bandage on her.

The process is oppressive and meticulous.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold.

The love is too deep, and the hatred also breeds.

She always made him see hope in despair.

But it is better not to have this hope. The most painful thing for people is not complete despair.

but uncertain hope.

Even the hope of deceit.

Bai Weiwei's erratic feelings made him almost unbearable.

Xue Wuhen saw the scattered medicines on the table, as well as the medicine jars with blood stains.

His voice was hoarse, "Do you think this can save me?"

Although her blood can relieve the pain of his body, he is too emotional, and she has no ability to suppress his power all the time.

Bai Weiwei looked at him coldly, "Can't you not love me?"

Her voice was flat, stiff, with repressed anger.

Xue Wuhen raised her eyes, her deep eyes seemed to be thrown into the lake with stones, causing a few waves.

"cannot."

He was calm and firm.

He even smiled, the blood on his lips was beautiful and strange.

Bai Weiwei's face turned pale in an instant, the ruthlessness in her eyes shattered, and a sad expression appeared on her face.

Her crippled hand gripped his cuff feebly.

"Xue Wuhen, I hate you to death."

She said sadly and helplessly that her emotions could no longer maintain the former ruthlessness and innocence.

Even her hidden obsession is revealed.

Her eyes were desolate and fragile, "I have done so many things to make you angry, why can't you pierce my heart with a sword like you did before, and then live a good life."

When she mentioned being pierced by a sword in her heart, she didn't hold any hatred at all.

Only full of anger that hates iron.

Xue Wuhen's lips moved, a lot of words were stuck in his throat, but he didn't know what to say.

She... is lying to him... or really loves him.

Xue Wuhen stared at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched her face, feeling her trembling despair and pain.