Cultivating with Qin Molin, Feng Xingying's spiritual power realm is not only more stable, but even the power of the stars that she has been not going well with is becoming more and more felt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Another day, thirteen-year-old Qin Molin.

The greenness on his face faded a little more, and he began to hang a few traces of the coldness unique to the cold king.

In the afternoon, Qin Molin finished his cultivation half an hour early.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xingying asked.

He grimaced and didn't answer.

Very good, very Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying had long been accustomed to Qin Molin's way of getting along.

He didn't answer, she just followed.

It wasn't until Feng Xingying saw Qin Molin condense thousands of strands of wood spiritual power into the water and net fish with great fanfare, that she knew that this guy was remembering to make fish for her.

Qin Molin is probably a perfectionist.

He picked a whole net of fish one by one, and after picking them, he chose three that he thought were fat, thin, and the most suitable size, and then turned back.

He obviously didn't turn his head, but his back seemed to have eyes.

"If you don't come back yet, do you want to feed the fish?"

This was obviously said to Feng Xingying.

The corners of Feng Xingying's lips hooked up a smile, His Royal Highness King Leng didn't seem to be as cold as he imagined.

At least he cared if she was keeping up.

Feng Xingying pursed his lips and obediently followed behind Qin Molin.

"What did you dream about last night?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's all boring stuff, are you sure you want to listen to it?"

"Sure. If you say it, I'll listen. Feng Xingying tilted his head playfully.

He slowed down in a good mood and talked to her about the "dream" thing.

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

"It doesn't seem to be bad, it's very fulfilling. Why are you frowning?"

"Why, you haven't shown up yet. Qin Molin was a little unhappy: "I obviously should have known you since I was a child." ”

"Oh?" a helpless smile appeared on the corner of Feng Xingying's lips: "Then have you forgotten me?"

"No!" Qin Molin almost blew up, but quickly regained his coldness.

He's really grown up.

It was the first time he had made fish, and he had made fish soup, and he was in a hurry, and he could barely eat it.

But he imagined that helping Feng Xingying remove the fish bones could really be saved.

Because Qin Molin actually used the method of boiling chicken soup to make fish soup, it took too long to boil, so that all the fish meat fell off the fish bones and melted into the soup.

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

Especially when he saw Feng Xingying taking a sip of soup, he said indignantly:

"When I am sixteen, I will marry you. ”

"Huh?"

"That's it!" he clenched his fist, which was already small.

Feng Xingying realized that the young man in front of him was already taller than her.

She didn't dare to answer, and obediently drank the soup, for fear that if she provoked this guy, he would be desperate to pounce on her.

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

"Hmm. The taste is very good. Feng Xingying nodded.

"Then you shouldn't reward me. He approached her step by step, a hint of danger in his eyes.

"Huh?" Feng Xingying was still confused.

He had already grabbed her hand in his palm and held her by the hand: "Let's go." Go and cultivate. ”

"Oh. ”

His hand burned even hotter because of the touch with her, like a hot water bottle, ironing her warm as water in the cool night breeze.

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

None of them spoke again.