Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 1350 Master's Little Demon Girl (101)

Bai Weiwei didn't have much patience, she smiled and pulled his fingers away, "Okay, let's get together, Xue Wuhen, I have to find another man, you are just a sacrifice for me 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. Do you think the next man is better?"

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

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

  Xue Wuhen's eyes dimmed, and he looked at her turning around indifferently.

   A pang of sorrow, welling up in his chest, eventually made his eyes start to turn red.

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

  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 deep voice sounded, with the last hint of humility.

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

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

   Afraid of the cold, I used my internal energy to warm myself all the way.

  The red bean soup should still have residual heat.

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

   After speaking, she came to him with light steps.

  Looking at him in a state of distress, 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 and offering a man's love."

  When she said this, she smiled affectionately again.

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

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

  Xue Wuhen looked at her silently, she was a cruel firework, dazzling enough to make people die.

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

"like…"

  He can't lie to himself, he loves her.

  The estrous pain in the chest, the degree of attack, was deeper and crazy than ever.

  When Bai Weiwei heard his words, she immediately slapped his hands away, "Don't touch me with blood on your hands."

  Xue Wuhen's hand fell back to the ground, with blood on her fingertips, making her extremely miserable.

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

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

  Xue Wuhen saw her, and really dragged him to sacrifice to the fire.

  The last hope in his eyes disappeared.

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

  Bai Weiwei pressed him to the edge of the fire. This stove is huge, and if anyone falls into it, there is no possibility of survival.

   Behind him is the stove, but Bai Weiwei has no intention of stopping.

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

   "Master, then I'm going to find another man, you can die in peace, I will miss you."

   It was too perfunctory.

  She felt that he had fallen in love with her.

  So are you lazy to pretend?

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

   Empty, only pain fills this dark hole.

  (end of this chapter)