Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1342 Master's Little Demon Girl (91)

  His fingers couldn't help but use force, 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 anything.

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

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

  The most yin body, 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 knew her physique before letting her go.

  But what he let her go at the beginning, now he hates it to the bone.

  He tried his best to adjust her body so that her meridians could perfectly bear his internal force.

  Half of it was abolished by her.

  Before he died, he would forcefully pour all his internal energy into her body.

  His internal force is the internal force of swordsmanship.

   is to rely on the hand.

   Abandoning one's hands is equivalent to abolishing half of one's skills.

  I really wish I could just take her away, so as not to worry so much that it would make his death uneasy.

  His eyes are red, his face is like white jade, and his messy silver hair is scattered like a waterfall.

  There is a cold sense of despair in the whole person.

  Bai Weiwei felt the wound on her wrist, the pain was unbearable, he sucked so hard that she wanted to bite off her hand directly.

  Her trembling was noticed by him.

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

   personally mixed her medicine, applied it, and put on a bandage.

  The process is depressing and meticulous.

  He lowered his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold.

  Love is too deep, and hatred also breeds.

  She can always make him see hope in despair.

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

   Rather, uncertain hope.

   Even deceitful hopes.

  Bai Weiwei's erratic feelings made him almost unbearable.

  Xue Wuhen saw the scattered medicines on the table, as well as the blood-stained medicine jars.

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

  Although her blood can relieve his physical pain, but he is too emotional, and she has no ability to suppress his strength all the time.

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

  Her voice was flat, stiff, with suppressed anger.

  Xue Wuhen raised her eyes, and in her deep eyes, it was as if a stone had been thrown into the surface of a lake, causing a few ripples.

"cannot."

  He is light but firm.

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

  Bai Weiwei's face turned pale immediately, the persistent coldness in her eyes shattered, and an expression of extreme grief appeared on her face.

  Her useless hand grasped his cuff feebly.

   "Xue Wuhen, I hate you to death."

  She said with grief and helplessness that her emotions could no longer maintain the previous ruthlessness.

   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 before, and live a good life."

   When she said that she was pierced by a sword in the heart, she didn't have the slightest hatred.

  There is only anger that hates iron but not steel.

  Xue Wuhen's lips moved, many words were stuck in her throat, but she didn't know what to say.

  She...was lying to him...or really loved him.

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

  (end of this chapter)