Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1273: Master's Little Demon Girl (7)

  Chapter 1273 Master's Little Demon Girl (7)

  The delicate toes lightly touched Xue Wuhen's chest, and the moon-white robe was stained a little red by the blood from the soles of her feet.

  Visible and stunning.

  The sound of bells at the ankle, the jingle of the bells is alluring.

  Bai Weiwei stretched out her fingers with a lazy and seductive posture, curling her black ink-like hair in a very seductive posture.

   "Master, do you think I'm seriously injured?"

  Obviously she should look innocent, but she can turn into a charming stunner in an instant.

  Xue Wuhen froze for a while, then suddenly reached out to hug her whole body, and leaped to the window gracefully.

   Then step into the house.

  He put Bai Weiwei on the table, then stretched out his fingers, held her soles, and quickly pulled out her rose thorns.

   He took out the wound medicine bottle from his cuff and sprinkled some on her.

  His every move is so calm and gentle, but it doesn't give people a little reverie.

   A true gentleman.

  Even the expression seemed to be looking at her daughter, completely turning a blind eye to Bai Weiwei's charming gesture.

  The temptation on Bai Weiwei's face disappeared, replaced by chagrin and anger.

  She raised her foot, but was held down by Xue Wuhen.

   "Okay, don't keep opening your skirts, adults haven't taught you, will it make you easy to get cold?"

  Although his face was calm, his tone was still hesitant.

   It seems that I am a little embarrassed to tell her this.

  Bai Weiwei smiled, "Master, you are so kind to me."

   Wholehearted dependence, vague temptation.

  Sometimes she looks innocent and naive like a child, and sometimes she looks like a coquettish elf, every move is tempting to sink.

  Xue Wuhen accepted her at first, just because of the flowers on her shoulders.

  But after getting along with her for a short time, he found that she had given him a great surprise.

  He also met many interesting people before.

  But getting along for a long time becomes boring.

  Only Bai Weiwei, every day is different, giving him a huge sense of freshness.

   Really, it is even more expected that she will rely on him to grow up, and wait for her best time before destroying the joy.

  Bai Weiwei noticed that his fingers were trembling, although it was only for a moment.

   But she knew that the freak had another intracranial orgasm.

  Bai Weiwei lowered her eyes lazily, but her tone was filled with lovely expectation.

   "Master, can you show me how to dance the sword? You see, I learned how to hide needles in three days, and I also read the hidden weapon cheats you gave me. You have to reward me for my hard work."

  Xue Wuhen let go of her feet, and said in a helpless tone, "You will torment your master."

  Bai Weiwei's face was a little embarrassed, but she put on a little temper, "I just like the way the master holds the sword. Even if I can't learn it, it's good to see it."

  Xue Wuhen sighed, "After reading it, let's learn hidden weapons, you know?"

  Bai Weiwei jumped off the table and immediately took a sword from the wall.

  Xue Wuhen's sword was placed in his house.

   She was afraid that he would regret it when he went back to get it, so she gave him an ordinary sword.

  Xue Wuhen is not picky, and she acts out a good master who spoils his apprentice with strength in every move.

  He walked out of the door and came to the door, and Bai Weiwei ran to the window excitedly.

  She leaned on the window with her chin propped on her hands, staring at him eagerly.

  The soft and affectionate look on Xue Wuhen's face disappeared, and his white robe suddenly swirled up.

  The sword in his hand flew out of the scabbard, his slender fingers clasped the hilt like lightning, and a cold killing intent emerged from the sword light.

  (end of this chapter)

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