Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1272 Master's Little Demon Girl (6)

  She seemed to feel that she had been exposed and failed, and she was very embarrassed.

  Xue Wuhen stretched out his hand lightly, and handed her the needle.

   "Is there no poison?"

  Bai Weiwei suddenly reached out to **** the needle, with a pair of beautiful eyes, she glanced at him coquettishly.

   "Who can quench poison? You are my master. If I poison anyone, I won't poison you."

  Her face was full of various emotions.

  If you like it, you like it, if you are dissatisfied, you are dissatisfied, and your admiration for him is clearly visible.

  But also very cute and arrogant.

  Xue Wuhen's eyes darkened, and she smiled.

"The master is also for your own good. Your needles should be quenched with venom at any time. People in the world are sinister. You have no foundation in martial arts. It is too late to teach you advanced martial arts. You can only teach you the hidden weapons of poison to protect yourself. "

  Bai Weiwei pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, she crossed her hands back, slightly tilted her face, and fixedly looked at him with a pair of shining and clear eyes.

   "Master~"

  Her voice is soft and delicate.

   "I will never point a poisonous needle at the master, and I still hope that the master will teach me swordsmanship. I think I will be as good as the master in the future."

  Xue Wuhen's smile became softer, and his tone was kind, "If you have learned the poison needle, you will be as good as me in the future."

  Bai Weiwei snorted coquettishly, "I will be perfunctory, when will I get revenge."

   After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, her long skirt fluttering with her movements.

  Every move is so lively and lively.

  Xue Wuhen looked at her indifferently.

  But she saw her suddenly stop, as if hesitating, as if thinking of some ghost idea.

  Then he saw her face sideways, showing a sly smile, and then she took a step and deliberately fell to the ground.

   "Oh." She yelled exaggeratedly, "It hurts."

  The system was expressionless, "Host, your acting skills have regressed ten thousand times."

  Bai Weiwei: "It's because I want this retrograde acting to be seen."

  The pervert Xue Wuhen just likes her innocence and unpretentiousness, plus those actions to monopolize his sight.

  The more she cares about him, the more excited he is.

   Fuck him.

   Sure enough, she saw such an exaggerated way of falling, and that blatantly deceiving moan of pain.

  Xue Wuhen sighed helplessly. Walking gracefully like clouds and flowing water, he came to her.

  He had already reached out to pull her up.

  But Bai Weiwei raised her eyes. Her eyes are round, but the tails of her eyes are long and flying, which makes her innocence more charming.

  She smiled triumphantly, her voice softened and sweetened, "Master, I'm in pain."

  Xue Wuhen's hand gently pulled her wrist, just about to pull her up with all her strength.

   As a result, when he heard her words, he just paused, looked down at her,

  The expression is still gentle and affectionate, but there is a dark light in the depths of the eyes.

  He said softly: "Where does it hurt? I saw that you didn't fall hard."

  Bai Weiwei was not at all embarrassed by being exposed, instead she tilted her head and smiled coquettishly, then she raised her foot.

  Beautiful calves were exposed, and the tulle skirt slid down to her knees following her raised posture.

  The pink and tender toes were stained with some dust, but they looked even more white and tender, and the calves were as delicate and smooth as jade, and there were a few thorns of rose flowers on the soles of her feet.

  A little drop of blood sprang out, so gorgeous that it burned people's eyes.

  Bai Weiwei's brows hide her beauty in the corners of her eyes, she seems innocent, but also on purpose.

  (end of this chapter)