Chapter 742

Practicing together with Qin Molin, Feng Xingying not only has a more stable spiritual realm, but also has a more and more feeling of the power of stars that she has not been able to achieve smoothly.

Another day, Qin Molin, 13 years old.

The green and astringent on his face faded a little, and he began to hang a few threads of cold Wang's unique cold and fierce.

In the afternoon, Qin Molin finished his training half an hour earlier.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xingying asked.

He didn't answer with a cold face.

Very good, Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying has long been used to Qin Molin's way of getting along.

If he doesn't answer, she will follow.

When Feng Xingying sees that Qin Molin is deeply in the water and nets fish with his spirit, she knows that this guy remembers to make fish for her.

Qin Molin is probably a perfectionist.

He picked the fish one by one. After that, he chose three of them which he thought were the most suitable size and fat, and then turned back.

He didn't turn his head, but he had eyes behind him.

"Don't you want to feed the fish when you don't come back?"

This is obviously what Feng Xingying said.

Feng Xingying's lips stirred up a smile. His royal highness Leng Wang didn't seem as cold as he thought.

At least he cares if she keeps up.

Feng Xingying pursed her lips and obediently followed Qin Molin.

"What did you dream about last night?"

"In fact, it's nothing. It's boring. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Sure. I'll listen if you say so. " Feng Xingying tilted his head playfully.

In a good mood, he slowed down and talked about the "dream" with her.

In fact, Qin Molin himself knows that the so-called "dream" is his reality, and now he is really immersed in the dream.

"It doesn't seem to be bad, it's very substantial. Why do you frown? "

"Why, you haven't shown up yet." Qin Molin was a little upset: "I know clearly that I should have known you since I was a child."

"Oh?" Feng Xingying had a helpless smile on his lips: "did you forget me?"

"No way!" Qin Molin almost blew up his hair, but soon recovered.

He's really grown up.

It was his first time to make fish. What he did was fish soup. He was in a hurry and could barely eat what he made.

But he imagined helping Feng Xingying remove the fishbone, which can really be saved.

Because Qin Molin actually used the method of boiling chicken soup to make fish soup. The cooking time was so long that all the fish meat fell off from the fish bones and melted into the soup.

Looking at the empty skeleton of the fishbone, Qin Molin was a little helpless.

Especially when he saw Feng Xingying sipping soup, he said angrily:

"I will marry you when I am 16 years old."

"Ah?"

"It's settled!" He clenched his already big fist.

Feng Xingying found that the boy in front of her was taller than her.

She did not dare to answer, obediently drink soup, for fear of offending this guy, he will be desperate to beat her.

"Is the fish soup good?" Qin Molin asked.

"Well. It's delicious. " Feng Xingying nodded.

"Then you should reward me." He approached her step by step, with a trace of danger in his eyes.

"Ah?" Feng Xingying is still confused.

He had taken her hand in his hand and held her: "let's go. To practice. "

"Oh."

His hands are even hotter because they touch her, just like a hot water bag, ironing her as warm as water in the cool night wind.

Feng Xingying lowered her head and let him take her hand and move forward together.

None of them spoke again.

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