Chapter 2538 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (84)

This sentence is obviously humble.

He did not care as if he didn't care.

Along with the slight resistance, there is still a struggle.

"When do you like me, you can go out."

Like pity, the low voice of the boy is suppressed.

"So, you like me soon."

Like your uncle!

Bai Weiwei holds the most expensive and best cherry dessert in this year, and eats it expressionlessly.

Don't eat too much, sooner or later your body is paralyzed.

Her fingers holding the spoon are shaking.

People can't be too tired, too tired, just like her, shaking hands and shaking their heads, retarding early dementia and Parkinson.

A good man is tired.

Tired and dead, the dead king eight.

Bai Weiwei finished the dessert, the maid looked down and did not talk to clean up.

The second maid came over immediately and took a porcelain cup decorated with flowers.

Inside is a warm sweet tea, and there are several delicate biscuits.

Huge living room with huge stained glass windows.

There was heavy snow outside.

The blood-red rose flower climbs out of the glass window and is extremely glamorous.

The living room is as warm as spring.

The maids lined up waiting to serve the host, and the flame of the fireplace was a magical flame.

Ensure that the entire castle is not cold.

The beautiful long-haired cat, cleverly kneeling at the foot of Bai Weiwei, happily groaned.

The carpet is still made of the most expensive animal fur.

There are gorgeous decorations everywhere.

The candlestick lamp is still made of gold.

Money erodes people's hearts, Bai Weiwei sighs if he has seen a big scene.

It is estimated that this was eroded by Xia.

This top aristocrat's standard of living.

Even the emperor, there are few who can luxury to the point of Xia.

Bai Weiwei said that she was not the one who was corroded by this stuff, so she said that she would drink sweet tea with no expression.

Sugar added more points, she lost a few pounds of meat.

If you lose weight, you will become a shelf, and you don't have to worry about the punishment of the spur line.

Bai Weiwei was drinking tea while looking at the heavy snow outside the window.

Her witch imprint is still there.

But it was banned by an unusually overbearing force, and no magic test could tell her identity.

There is no chance now.

It’s just a speech blow, and there’s no way to make the avatar move forward.

And the speech is too much, and Xia is not going to be... he will do that.

Now he is happy to be there.

Just waiting for her words to retaliate against him.

He is good at using the title.

Bai Weiwei refused to be routine and could only think of other ways to stimulate him.

The way to stimulate him now is nothing more than derailment and a green hat.

But all around are maids.

As long as it is male, the butler will not come out.

Even if it is an occasional appearance, it is more than three meters away from her, and the time is no more than three seconds.

In fact, the maid...can also.

but……

Bai Weiwei glanced at the maids.

Everyone is over forty years old.

It’s better to say that it’s not like a maid.

And still dumb, each one has experienced the most professional training, absolutely not open.

It doesn't matter how she talks to herself.

Can't get out, can't buy a green hat.

Bai Weiwei sighed with no expression. In this year, the imprisonment is as old-fashioned as Xia.

I have not seen a few.

In addition to the imprisonment, it can still be a bit new.

Even the captive stalks of the novels began to innovate.

What is imprisoned to write homework.

Prison up and brush up the exam questions.

Imprisoned to the back circumference rate...

This sounds worse than the old prisoner.

(End of this chapter)