Chapter 2583 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (130)

Bai Weiwei listened to the detailed explanation of the system.

Into a deep silence.

Then she asked an important question, "How long is Xia's life expectancy?"

The system turned over the information. "The higher the level of the magician, the longer the life expectancy. The magician of this level of the male master is estimated to live for hundreds of years."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

An old blood is going to be sprayed out.

Bai Weiwei tried to say: "Or... I am killing him with a knife now, let's go."

system:"……"

Hosting you still a person?

People just shared the life with you, you feel full, and you have a knife.

The system feels that its own host can always break through the moral bottom line of human beings.

Every day, he refreshes the lower limit of his three views.

I am afraid that I will be confusing with her, leading to a beautiful heart metamorphosis.

System: "No."

Bai Weiwei: "Why, is there any rule?"

System: "You can't win him."

An ordinary person wants to play the Great Sorcerer, or a great magician with the ability of a dragon.

That is, the magician is lying still, and others are not comfortable with the knife.

Because of the strength of the dragon, the male is as thick as the iron wall.

Bullets are not hit, are you afraid of breaking the knife?

This reason is too strong.

Bai Weiwei felt desperately, still true.

The strength is too great, that is, the other side is lying still, she can not kill him.

Just when Bai Weiwei desperately wanted to stay for a few hundred years.

A hand gently fell on her hair, and her fingertips gently passed her tarnished hair.

The teenager who was still sleeping was already kneeling on the bed with one knee, and one hand was held in her ear, just like a forbidden embrace.

His purple voice is full of ecstasy.

"Wei Wei, you woke up."

Bai Weiwei suddenly looked at him for a while, wanted to talk, but found that his lips were dry.

Xia immediately reached out to her fingertips and landed on her lips.

The power of a life, the run of her lips, the fatigue and sequelae of a month of sleep, have disappeared.

Bai Weiwei's gray eyes, a little more angry.

Xia Yasong breathed a sigh of relief, her beautiful fingertips fell on her face, gently touching her eyes.

"It's okay."

At the last minute, desperate to use all means to ultimately succeed the teenager.

I finally smiled.

The smile is beautiful like snow, and countless rose flowers are in full bloom.

The red color of the rose, dyed his cheeks and the end of his eyes.

In the purple scorpion, there is only a crystal clear joy.

Bai Weiwei felt that her eyes were shaking.

After Xia finished laughing, she sighed and said: "I want to kiss you."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Without her response, the teenager did not care, he bowed his head and kissed her.

And in her hand, she held a small, white curved blade.

In addition to being white, the knife is very common.

Xiaya stared at her deeply, and the joy in her eyes had not faded, but she was a little bit mournful.

He smiled and said: "I have been waiting for you to wake up to judge me, from the beginning of my encounter with you, the beginning of lies."

Constantly deceive her.

Hurt her.

Use all the intrigues to get her.

It is actually him who knows her enemies clearly.

Her little baron, her mother is dead.

He concealed all the ugly truths and put her in extreme danger.

When her skin began to cool in his arms, he was not resentful of the old king.

He hates himself.

Why indulge your own desires and let the dangers that should not have occurred appear.

When everyone screams at her and hurts her.

He hates himself, killing all the witches in order to allow the bright church to expand rapidly, and spreading all the information that witches are evil.

Xia Ya is calm, "Wei Wei, your enemy is me, this knife can kill me."

He signed the life contract, he has revised it.

Even if he is dead, she can continue to enjoy his life.

and so……

"My existence will only hurt you, so kill me."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

The **** author is in an endless silence: "..............."

It’s not finished yet, tomorrow will definitely be over, definitely finished.

The last one is even better, good night.

(End of this chapter)