Chapter 1348 Master's Little Demon Girl (99)

Directly expose yourself to the fact that you really have no feelings.

It's not like before, he said that he had no feelings and hated him.

In fact, all kinds of subtle expressions will make Xue Wuhen wonder if she is lying.

She shook her ankle lazily, and the sound of the bell had a crisp, cold feeling.

The long sword in her hand was gently placed on Xue Wuhen's left wrist, cold and casual, "Master, I'm afraid that you will break through the limit of poison, so I will abolish you first."

There was no mood swing in her words.

It seems to be doing a very ordinary thing, as if throwing a piece of garbage.

Does anyone get complacent about throwing trash, or show it off?

No, everyone thinks it's normal.

At this moment, Xue Wuhen felt that in Bai Weiwei's eyes, she was just that piece of garbage thrown away at will.

After throwing it away, there will be no waves left in her heart.

His heart of believing in her love suddenly shook.

"Weiwei, are you trying to make me hate you?"

Hate her, don't be emotional.

It's like keeping him alive.

This thought made him not feel any sadness even in the face of her sword.

Bai Weiwei smiled, "You think so, anyway, I'm happy for you if you can still be so optimistic before you die."

After speaking, the tip of the sword stabbed hard and pulled away with a single stroke.

The meridians in both his hands were broken.

The kind of wound that is broken without any chance of recovery.

The blood gushed out, dyeing his white robe and silver hair tail red.

He looked at her with hot and complicated eyes, as if he couldn't understand, and seemed to be shaking.

Bai Weiwei dodged his blood lightly, and accidentally touched the skirt a little.

She frowned, reached out and brushed it, as if brushing the dust.

However, the blood stains are not easy to fade even if it is wet.

She said with a pity: "I like this skirt so much, I can't wear it like this."

Then she weighed the long sword, "It's all my fault, the master, how the sword is so heavy."

Xue Wuhen's voice was a little hoarse, "If I know you want to take it, I will make a light sword so that your hands will not get sore."

Bai Weiwei finally smiled when she heard it, "Master, you really love me, so stupid and cute, my mother used to say that a man likes a woman, no matter how smart or how smart he is, he will become a fool, I still don't believe it, When I see you, I think it's real."

As she spoke, she cut the meridian on his foot with some effort.

All hands and feet.

Xue Wuhen knew that the degree of rupture of this meridian had no possibility of recovery.

She really wants to ruin him.

There is no room left.

Blood soaked most of his body, and his eyes were extremely dark and dark, like a bottomless abyss, but there was an irresistible tenderness between his eyebrows.

In a man, there is an icy delicacy and tender fragility at the same time.

Bai Weiwei didn't show any emotion at all, she threw away the long sword and complained, "He died."

Still charming and capricious.

The heart is still cold and vicious.

But Xue Wuhen's heart slowly sank little by little.

The blood on his face turned pale as the blood drained.

He couldn't find a trace of liking him in her expression.

He used to like to play games, and when he was most excited, was seeing those people fall into hell.

But once those people really fell.

He is no longer interested and will start to slack off and be lazy.

Even disgusted and impatient.