Chapter 399 Ghost King's Sacrifice Little Bride (56)

The explanation is that the explanation is not coming. Bai Weiwei is covered with his cold fingers and his face is blue and suffocated to the chest and abdomen.

She looked at Ji Yongchuan very incomparably, his long hair, his ugly face filled with resentment.

Live off the ghosts to come to life.

Bai Weiwei has no mouth to say, can only make eye skills.

Her eyes were mixed with sorrow, and there was no trace of resentment. She tried her best to reach out and touched his ugly face with his fingers.

There is no trace of disgust.

The fingertips gently stroked.

It’s like treating yourself with the most precious things.

Then she tried hard to show a smile, silently said, "I'm sorry, little brother..."

The strength of Ji Yongchuan’s fingers was loose, but he did not let go.

Bai Weiwei has closed his eyes and breathed quietly, just like a dead man.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Yongchuan's face was so painful that he slowly let go.

Bai Weiwei's body fell softly, resting silently in his arms.

The darkness around it is thicker, only the two of them are cuddling with each other.

Ji Yongchuan’s face began to change, his face turned white, his eyes were normal, and he was too dark.

In less than a moment, he has returned to being a handsome man.

The ghost king itself is like this.

The ugly appearance just now is because he knows that she is afraid of ugly ghosts and deliberately scares her.

Her breathing is still, intermittent, very painful.

Ji Yongchuan's ochre dyed a cold, vicious, and his fingernails became longer.

Kill her.

This thought is constantly echoing in his mind.

He returned this time, that is, his thoughts supported him.

I am obsessed with my bones and cannot be changed.

The nail touched her chest, and the trembling heartbeat was under his nails, full of warm vitality.

If she dies and becomes a grievance, she will definitely hate him.

Ji Yongchuan struggled a few times, his sharp nails slowly disappeared, and eventually his hand hugged her.

He sneered in pain.

"Don't lie to me, I won't believe you."

Bai Weiwei felt that she was being boiled.

High fever does not retreat, breathing is hot.

She complained to the system, "Hey, this is really hard work. When the cow is being exploited, the abuse of the heart is not profitable. You see me now, the heat is about to expand."

System: "Hot, at least prove that you are alive."

Bai Weiwei, who was fainted by heat, thought, happy: "Yes, I am still alive."

System: Poor baby, all stupid.

Bai Weiwei did not retreat, and in a coma, he continued to talk nonsense.

A cold hand gently covered her forehead.

Her red face showed a smile of satisfaction.

It is like a cat with a lameness.

If the hand hesitates, it will be cruelly removed.

Seems to want her to burn her brain.

Bai Weiwei frowned, and immediately wrinkled her face bitterly, reaching out and waving.

Seems to be looking for something.

There was a helpless and cold sigh in the air.

Then the ghost hand, and gently approached her.

She caught it and put his hand on her face.

Then she gave a comfortable whisper and glared at his palm very cutely.

The soft warmth, licking his cold skin, gave him a feeling of shudder.

Ji Yongchuan's dark eyes produced a tremor.

He looked at her in silence.

The rich ghosts filled the room, gradually.

Those ghosts settled and disappeared on the ground.

The sunlight outside the window finally penetrated, and a trace of light fell on the girl's face in his arms.

She is quiet and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)