Chapter 652: Imprisonment 9: While I'm Not Dead

"Are you finally willing to speak?" Qin Molin was already almost worn out of temper by her: "Whatever you want, I can promise you." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Let me go. Feng Xingying asked him seriously for the last time.

"Except for that. Qin Molin shook his head coldly:

"I'm not good here, I'll do everything I can to fulfill your wishes, I'll work hard to cultivate, try to improve our space. I'll do anything for you, just ask you, don't leave me. ā€

It was the first time that Qin Molin begged for someone so low.

Feng Xingying was naturally indifferent. He had already guessed it, and he could only continue to tell her:

"Do you know that if you leave here, once you are discovered by the people of the Ling family, it will be too dangerous. They've been looking for the Ice Body. You don't know the Ling family's madness about the Xuan Ice Body.

If they find you, I am afraid that they will do whatever it takes, and I am afraid that they will not be able to protect you when the time comes. I'm afraid ......"

Feng Xingying didn't listen to his explanation at all, just quietly looked ahead in distraction.

"You should know my temper. Looking at such a sealed star shadow, Qin Molin had no choice but to talk.

"Yes, I know you, what you decide, you won't change, you won't let me go. Feng Xingying nodded, his voice was clean and ethereal, without the slightest temper, just so quietly elaborated:

"While I'm not dead, you go find a larger crystal bottle and drain my blood, preferably refrigerated. This can be used for a longer period of time. ā€

Even such a cruel thing can be taken for granted in the mouth of Feng Xingying.

"What do you mean?" Qin Molin's face became colder and colder.

He could feel the passage of Feng Xingying's vitality, and he watched her fresh life, in just a few days, from beautiful to withered, it looked like it was about to wither.

This is the reality he is most unwilling to accept, but it is also a sin of his own making.

He never understood why, why Feng Xingying was so stubborn.

As long as she wants, he can spoil her to heaven, and she can be beautiful forever.

They understand each other, but they hate to see each other too late.

They should be together forever.

And she chose to wither.

Feng Xingying didn't quarrel with him, and she ignored his irritability, so she just continued:

"I probably, I have two days to live. Thou hast saved me twice, and my blood has been returned to thee, and thou hast been repaid for thy life.

Anyway, it's not used now, and it's wasted. ā€

Her voice was soft, elegant and serene.

It's not like Feng Xingying.

"Feng Xingying, what do you want!" Qin Molin was going crazy.

What she wants, doesn't he know?

Feng Xingying has already said it, and repeats it.

She didn't want to say it a third time.

She just quietly stretched out her slender arms, closed her eyes, and waited quietly. Waiting for him to dry her blood, waiting for the end of his life.

There is no pretentiousness.

She is really a star shadow, too ruthless to herself!

Qin Molin didn't dare to look at her current appearance.

"Feng Xingying, how old are you this year?" Qin Molin suddenly spoke.

Feng Xingying didn't answer, and he said to himself again: "I remember, in another month and a half, the season of irises will be your sixteenth birthday."

I remember that we agreed to accompany you to see irises on your birthday.

You're only sixteen years old, and you don't want to live anymore? Are you really no longer coveting the world, you're no longer coveting me?"

Qin Molin's voice was a little choked, he was really distressed.

Only Feng Xingying can make his heart hurt so much.