Chapter 871

"Say what?" Feng Xingying looks like a pitiful little rabbit at this time.

Well, I've stayed with sesame for a long time, pretending to be poor, and I've learned a few percent about Feng Xingying.

"You'll talk." Qin Molin's voice is enchanted and magnetic, just like a wizard's spell.

Without waiting for Feng Xingying to come back, his familiar handsome face has been infinitely enlarged in her pupils.

Feng Xingying couldn't help retreating, but he stretched out his arm to hold her tightly.

His lips with a few threads of revenge to bite her lips out of a bright thread of blood.

She had already felt his lack of hope and was not ready to resist.

Feng Xingying simply closed her eyes and let the rain like lip print slide down from her forehead, eyelids, nose tip and lip flap.

With a sense of punishment and no longer caring about tenderness, he took off her clothes and reached out to take her into the hot spring full of spiritual power.

The hot spring condensation in Qin Molin's space is the spiritual gathering place of his whole space, which is a bit similar to the flame pool in fengxingying space.

This hot spring can not only assist the cultivation, but also cure the patients of spiritual power.

So before Feng Xingying was injured every time, he used to put her in the hot spring.

This time, too.

This time, Feng Xingying's body was very soft, and there was no resistance. Her face was affected by the mist, but also floating a layer of Yan pink Jiao color.

In the case of Feng Xingying, Qin Molin wanted to punish her heart, but he didn't consciously soften it.

"It's enough that you're still alive." When his fingertips glided through the icy muscles, his anger had all turned into enthusiasm.

He held her tightly in his arms and felt her unique cold temperature, which seemed to iron all his uneasiness.

Feng Xingying also opened his eyes at this time, quietly looking at Qin Molin, stretching out his fingers and stroking his thick eyebrows.

Her fingers were cold and soft, like soft grass brushing his cheek.

Qin Molin seized her hand and bit her finger gently. Along her arm, little by little.

Feng Xingying shyly closed her eyes again until he occupied her and brought her into the lingering cloud.

His movements are sometimes as gentle as water and sometimes as violent as fire.

As if the waves beat the sand dunes in my heart, and as if the thunderstorms washed the earth.

He's crazy in her tenderness, she's sinking in the rhythm he controls.

At this moment, not waiting for the end of time.

What makes Qin Molin want to teach Feng Xingying a lesson is that she can practice Kung Fu even at this most instinctive moment of physical communication!

"I'm not attractive enough?"

"No

"Do you think I'm physically weak?"

"No, you are definitely the best!"

"Why, do you know anyone else? Well Qin Molin punished severely again.

It's unreasonable!

Feng Xingying wants to cry without tears, but she doesn't find the key point of Qin Molin's making trouble out of reason. She continues to use her Hehuan palace skills.

Even Feng Xingying kindly reminded Qin Molin: "did you look at the inheritance of Hehuan palace?"

Qin Molin's teeth itch with hatred, so he can only attack constantly, trying to disturb the rhythm of her cultivation.

Feng Xingying finally had a hindsight reaction and gave a poor explanation with a chuckle:

"you're so powerful, I don't use the skill, just like ordinary people, I will faint."

Qin Molin loves to hear this sentence. He is finally willing to take a normal posture. He is even in a good mood to cooperate with Feng Xingying, so that their spiritual power can blend together and help Feng Xingying stabilize his realm.

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