Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1287 Master's Little Demon Girl (60)

The pain familiar to the chest began to appear.

The drugs she gave him only briefly suppressed his pain.

She has always been smart, knowing that she is a drug, he will always love her.

So I would rather be his medicine for a lifetime.

I will not study the antidote that will heal him.

But she did not know, he would kill her.

The body of Bai Weiwei could not be found without any trace of snow. After the efficacy, the body began to collapse.

The pain of this chest cracking.

Let him clearly realize that even if she is dead, he still can't live.

Therefore, he can only enter the ice pool and be eroded by cold poison to suppress the emotional pain of the chest.

The hair is also white because of the cold poison of the ice pool.

The snow has no trace of pale face, and there is murderousness.

"Whoever stole her, I want to smash that person."

He looked at the ribbon, the bright red, and faintly remembered that when she tied her hair, the red hair band fluttered.

There is no trace of snow slowly smacking a smile.

But this laugh, but it is stiff.

All the feelings she had given him, how wonderful.

How cruel it is now.

The snow was coveted, the pale face, the purple lips shaking, and he bowed his head and kissed her hair band.

"I am going to bring you back, even if... I know you don't want to see me."

She died, but she was trapped.

Snow has no trace of knowing that he has not had much time. He once thought that he would kill only the one he loved.

You can live.

But I did not expect that she was dead, but his heart could not fool people.

The feelings that have been moved cannot be recovered.

The snow slowly went forward without a trace, and a snow-white hair floated with a cold mist.

He handed the red hair band to his white hair.

He is all white under his body, but the hair band that is only issued is red and infiltrated, just like blood.

The snow has no traces of wearing a crescent-colored robes and a long sword.

The hair band is tied with a door knocker, and outside the door knocker is a hanging martial arts person.

Such humiliation, snow does not seem to be invisible.

It was only after the naked person, the rope of that person suddenly broke.

Falling from above.

The snow does not squint and goes straight.

The person who sent the belt also gave him an address.

This address is the top of the mountain, surrounded by woods.

Very suitable for ambush, the person who invited him should be asking him to die.

There is no trace of snow, but there is no mood swing. He only knows the person who sent the invitation.

There is the body of Bai Weiwei.

Otherwise, this hair band will not appear on the door knocker.

The demon religion once again prospered, it seems that it is necessary to kill him as a martial arts lord to demonstrate.

There is no trace of snow, and there is a sneer, and he touches his sword. It seems that today he can kill again.

On the top of the mountain, there is no trace of snow in the white, like snow. He saw a bunch of people from the demon.

No accidents, just cold and cold: "Who is your saint?"

The body of Bai Weiwei should be in the hands of the so-called saint.

Holy Virgin...

If the magic is not destroyed once.

Wei Wei should also succeed as a saint.

The chest of the snow is stinging, and he suppresses the pain of **** turmoil. The silver hair falls on the cheeks, and the beautiful face has a beautiful heart.

But his eyes are only dead and crazy.

The demon person is extremely loyal to the incumbent saint, just like poison.

If you don't say anything, you will rush to it and kill him.

The snow saw nowhere in the distance, there was a pink sedan chair, and the tulle covered the sedan, revealing a good figure inside.

(End of this chapter)