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Do you think you can't hear Qin Molin if you whisper it? He's not an ordinary person at all!

Qin Molin also heard some rumors, and only then did he realize that he was too impulsive, and he actually slipped this little guy out as soon as he got his hands on it.

He really didn't think much of it at the time, but he thought he was very underwhelming, so he took it out.

Now let go.

Seems too late?

After Qin Molin let go, he found that this little scoundrel was hugging his waist without figuratively.

How is this possible!

Qin Molin hates others getting close to him the most, let alone intimate contact, whether male or female, except for Feng Xingying.

And his spiritual sense is extremely strong, as long as someone approaches, he can feel it immediately.

When did this young man named Ye Xing hug his waist? He didn't even feel it!

It's not that he didn't notice it, but he didn't feel that it was wrong in the slightest, which was tantamount to acquiescing in his behavior.

Damn, why is this happening?

At this moment, even Qin Molin himself felt that he should really bend?

Seeing Qin Molin looking at her, Feng Xingying raised his head and gave him a sunny smile that was not worth his life.

"Still not letting go?" Qin Molin's anger was extinguished by the sunny smile of the young man in front of him.

"Oh. Am I not afraid of falling? I called you brother, what's wrong with you letting me hug it, and a lot of meat. "He's still right? The most hateful thing is that this little guy is addicted to it, and he has no intention of letting go.

"Oh, then you're going to hold on. Qin Molin sneered.

"Huh?"

Without waiting for Feng Xingying to react, Qin Molin had already summoned his Flame Lion King, stepped onto the spirit beast mount, and galloped away.

And Feng Xingying, like a waist pendant, always maintained the posture of holding Qin Molin's waist.

Qin Molin must have done it on purpose!

His mount was getting faster and faster, and Feng Xingying didn't even have a chance to let go.

Because as soon as she lets go, she falls and falls badly.

So change the position?

Feng Xingying tried once, trying to climb onto the back of the Moyu Lion King and find a place to sit safely.

As a result, Qin Molin was so frightened that his hands and feet obediently retracted, and he continued to hang himself on him like a waist pendant.

Poor Feng Xingying, he wanted to play a scoundrel in men's clothes, but he was counterattacked.

Qin Molin didn't have any pity for the boys, and the Moyu Lion King flew at full speed, galloping.

Feng Xingying made such a comparison, and felt that he was forcibly imprisoned and held by him yesterday, and that was heaven!!

The speed of the Moyu Lion King can reach the level of a train, and she hangs on Qin Molin's waist, just like hanging on the window of a train.

That feeling, knocking sour.

If it weren't for the fact that she was a spirit master and had a fire spirit shield to protect her body, just the oncoming wind would have turned Feng Xingying's fair-skinned little face into a bloody big ugly cat.

In short, she only used the waist pendant once, and she will never look for abuse in the future!

Finally arrived in the backyard of the Tongtian Pavilion, Feng Xingying was finally able to escape the torture, and smoothly let go of his hand, panting awkwardly on the side.

No, the spiritual power has actually been exhausted, and now Feng Xingying feels powerless to lift his legs, let alone continue to play some waist pendant game with him.

If it is not yet, Feng Xingying will really let go halfway.

Especially when he saw Qin Molin's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Feng Xingying suddenly realized.

"You did it on purpose!" he must have deliberately calculated the limit of the Star Shadow, and then controlled the speed and landing point. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to be in Tsutenkaku.

If you go to Lengwangfu, it's less than a third of the way. How much less torture could she have?