Chapter 1350 Master's Little Demon Girl (101)

Bai Weiwei was impatient, she pulled his fingers apart with a smile, "Okay, let's get together, Xue Wuhen, I have to find the next man, you are just my sacrifice to become a saint. , or my trial work."

She said it so lightly, "It seems that it is not difficult to get a man's absolute love. What do you think is the next man better?"

Xue Wuhen's fingers were torn apart by her, and she threw them into the blood at will.

She stood up and said excitedly: "Isn't there a younger generation of black-clothed swordsmen in Jianghu recently? I heard that he is quite good-looking, and his personality is also dismissive of women. Maybe it will be more difficult to win."

Xue Wuhen's eyes dimmed, and he looked at her back without paying any attention.

A mournful grief welled up from his chest, eventually making his eyes start to redden.

It turned out that it was not a good feeling to be treated as a game trophy.

Xue Wuhen smiled, but the smile was extremely ugly.

It's hard to see like crying.

He opened his mouth, hatred rolled in his chest, and finally his cold and low voice sounded, with the last trace of humility.

"Weiwei, I made red bean soup for you, drink it while it's hot."

He thought she liked it, and couldn't wait to make it himself.

For fear of being cold, he kept warm all the way with his inner strength.

The red bean soup should still have residual heat.

When Bai Weiwei was interrupted, she turned back angrily and said, "What's so good about red bean soup, long-winded."

After she finished speaking, she walked in front of him with light steps.

Looking at him in a state of embarrassment, Bai Weiwei's face was cold, and she said, "Master, it's almost time, you go to sacrifice to the stove, this is also the process of becoming a saint to sacrifice a man's love."

When she said this, she gave an affectionate smile again.

The smile in her eyes was as bright as the broken light on the lake.

Her voice was gentle and sweet, "Master, you still love me, right?"

Xue Wuhen looked at her silently, she was a cruel firework, dazzling enough to cause death.

With all his strength, he raised his crippled hand, trying to touch her face.

"Love……"

He couldn't deceive himself that he loved her.

The pain of the estrus in the chest, the degree of the attack, is deeper than any time, crazy.

When Bai Weiwei heard his words, she immediately clapped his hand away, "Your hands are full of blood, don't touch me."

Xue Wuhen's hand fell back to the ground, and the fingertips were stained with blood, which was extremely pitiful.

Bai Weiwei stretched out her hand, passed through his armpit, and dragged him towards the fire step by step.

She complained, "Master, can't you eat less? Let me drag on so hard."

Seeing her, Xue Wuhen really took him to sacrifice to the fire.

The last glimmer of hope in his eyes disappeared.

He knew the temperature of the fire, it was the place where swords were cast, and once people entered, there would be no bones left.

Bai Weiwei pressed him to the fire. The stove was so huge that there was no chance of anyone surviving if they fell into it.

Behind him was the stove, but Bai Weiwei had no intention of stopping.

She held his arm with one hand, her eyebrows were cold and beautiful, and her smile was cruel and indifferent.

"Master, then I'm going to find the next man, you can die in peace, I'll miss you."

It was too perfunctory.

She felt that he had fallen in love with her.

So are you too lazy to even pretend?

Xue Wuhen finally determined that there was really no emotion in her eyes, and his heart seemed to be missing.

Empty, only pain filled this dark hole.