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Poor Yuwen Ximing and the others, in this white phantom array, mixed up for three days before waiting for the white mist to dissipate, and collectively limped back to Tianzhu City.

The person who created the white mist was naturally Qin Molin.

Qin Molin made a move, how could it be as simple as white mist?

After the white mist cleared, Qin Shiyi was waiting for them.

Qin Shiyi received the task of breaking a leg by himself.

But when performing the task, Qin Shiyi was entangled: "The prince said to break your legs, but he didn't order to break your left leg or your right leg, so you can only break both." Go back and pick it up slowly. ”

Bang bang, after a bang, the legs that should be broken are broken.

Fortunately, Qin Shiyi's hands are measured, such a fracture will hurt for a while, but it is easy to heal.

"That's it!" Qin Shiyi clapped his hands, glanced nostalgically in the direction of Ningzhou City, gritted his teeth, and continued to chase after Qin Molin.

No matter how delicious the food made by Rue Xiang is, he is still Qin Molin's person.

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And Qin Molin himself had already chased in front of Feng Xingying one step ahead, and looked at her quietly from afar.

He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, and a strange aura rose around him, wrapping him and Feng Xingying in it, and people passing by could only see a tornado, but they couldn't see the two people in the tornado.

He didn't say anything, just hung quietly in the air, wearing a long inky cloak and long black hair, scattered uninhibitedly behind his head, letting the wind blow away, not blowing his shocking face.

Such Qin Molin is as beautiful as a painting.

It's just that his face that should be evil and handsome, but with a few traces of indescribable expression.

Yes, grievances?

No matter how you look at it, it's a little bit, a resentful woman's face?

Such a cold and arrogant and handsome resentful woman's face, Feng Xingying is also the first time to see it.

Feng Xingying was a little helpless by him, so he could only speak first: "Have you recovered your memory?"

She is now Feng Xingying, she doesn't use men's clothes, she is her original women's clothes, it stands to reason that he shouldn't know her. He should know the sunny boy who called him Brother Qin and named Ye Xing.

"Did you find out?" Qin Molin's lips raised slightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Xingying, for fear that she would suddenly escape the beating.

"Hmm. Feng Xingying nodded, with a hint of calmness on the corner of his lips.

"When?"

"Three days ago, it was a bit of a feeling. After that, it was slowly confirmed. Feng Xingying was very honest: "I am a healer, and I can see more things than ordinary people. ”

If it weren't for discovering that Qin Molin had recovered her memory, how could she leave with confidence.

After her man lost his memory, could she rest assured that he would be abducted? Feng Xingying is not so kind!

It was also when she found that Qin Molin's memory had recovered at least half of it, so she left with confidence.

There are no words at this time.

Be quiet.

The long-lasting silence continued to spread around the two of them.

It seems that space and time are condensed in this quiet atmosphere.

"If you're leaving, can you take me with you?"

Qin Molin suddenly spoke, and there was actually a trace of grievance and helplessness in his voice.

I have to say that such an expression appeared on Qin Molin, who has always been cold and arrogant, and it was really a little, unreal, but it was stinging.

He would have made such a helpless voice.

The current Qin Molin is no longer the high-ranking cold king, he is more like an abandoned child.

His eyes, his voice, all make people's hearts soften.

At this time, in his eyes, there was only Feng Xingying.