Chapter 2541 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (87)

The feelings of the two people are so fierce, and they can still rise up and feel good.

It’s just that Bai Weiwei is speechless.

Isn't it the upswing bar?

What is the use of sensation?

Bai Weiwei felt that her face had reached a precarious position.

She looked at the glass reflection on the carriage window, fearing that one day she woke up to see her rotten face.

Think about it, I think the summer mosquitoes are even more ugly.

Xia sat next to her, her fingers clasped her fingers, intimate.

However, she was indifferently looking at the carriage, and the beautiful pink face had only a light layer of powder, which was more like going to the party to deal with perfunctory smearing.

Her hair is rolled up with a gorgeous, fashionable fluffy bun, red rose flowers and a few rubies, embellished in the hair.

The red set of antique gemstone necklaces was made for him to wear.

This is the rose family, inherited antique jewelry.

It is a symbol of identity and a kind of oath.

When someone else looks at it, she knows that she is his wife.

Bai Weiwei's indifferent twilight, no trace of light, only empty and incomparable.

Her thoughts are not here at all.

It seems that the soul has left him.

Xia didn't say anything, his half face was hidden in the shadows, and the gorgeous and delicate boy was more like a gloomy and cold statue.

Only his eyes, deep focus on staring at her.

Like the devil of the young girl, though gloomy, it is full of dangerous dark temperament.

Bai Weiwei seems to feel something, the eyelashes are shaking.

Then she swallowed slowly, but saw that Xia’s mouth was smiling and very gentle.

There is no such dark temperament.

Bai Weiwei nodded his face and smiled. He always felt that his back was cool.

I feel someone is cursing her.

Xia saw her remove her eyes and her expression was faint.

Bai Weiwei must complete the spur line before the good feelings are full.

So she didn't put her mind on the good feelings.

It won't fall.

Don't go up.

The branch line is only sixty, and the degree of goodwill is eighty-five.

If she accidentally brushed her feelings too much, she would have to face the streets in minutes.

Bai Weiwei discussed with the system: "I have a big move, the white moonlight is not still in the cemetery, we will dig out and resurrect."

The system was shocked: "You are going to dig the graves?"

Bai Weiwei: "Is this not for the task?"

System: "I thought that you were just three imbalances. I didn't think you would let go of the dead. What about your morality?"

Bai Weiwei: "What is morality? No, I mean, of course, I have three views of normal morality and noble character, but we are special times and have to be treated specially."

In the face of the host's self-proclaimed system that can be neglected and neglected: "You can't dig a grave in a special period, and you are not afraid of ghosts?"

Bai Weiwei hesitated and touched her face. "I am afraid of ghosts, but I am not afraid of myself because I think I am disfigured."

System: ... the host is so deep on the face?

Bai Weiwei: "Otherwise, the branch line does not move, the words hit the limit, and the summer mosquitoes will ignore it."

Those who can be awkward, who can refuse, can resist.

The horizontal bar does not move at all.

Xia Ya has a heart to be a substitute.

So I can only get a positive master and tell him that there is no future for the substitute.

He can give up the idea of ​​a substitute.

Every time Xia looked at him with a deep affection, he said that you treat me as him, I can learn very well.

The avatars are retrograde.

Her blood has to be spit out.

(End of this chapter)