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Passing through a green vine laneway, it is a secluded and quaint courtyard.

A tall and straight figure, a black and gold mask, a black coat, and a detached and cold temperament, but at this time, he was like a hooligan, holding a girl in purple with one hand.

This kind of action is more like hijacking.

The girl was very quiet, let him hold it, and did not make a fuss or struggle.

Her long hair flowed down and was as black as a waterfall, falling from his waist in strands, wrapped around his long straight legs.

The man just glanced at it, his aura was still very low and cold, and he continued to walk forward with the girl's soft and delicate body.

His strength is obviously terrifying, and if he accelerates, such a road can be crossed in the blink of an eye.

But he just walked out of the speed of ordinary people.

This man and woman are naturally the Lord of the Tongtian Pavilion and the Shadow of the Stars.

Feng Xingying bit his lip, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, his little nose shrugged, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The identity of this mysterious Babel Lord, this time she finally confirmed, she is a healer, and she believes in her nose.

It's here.

He stopped and stood quietly.

The air also solidified for his cold temperament.

"Put me down. Feng Xingying's voice revealed a trace of helplessness, but there was no fear.

"What if not?" His voice was not as cold as before, but it had a condescending domineering air.

Without waiting for Feng Xingying to speak, he gently raised his hand and put her down.

Before Feng Xingying could stand still, vines grew under her feet like a dream, growing wildly in the wind, enveloping her in the blink of an eye.

He stretched out two slender snow-white fingers, domineering but with a hint of elegance, pinching Feng Xingying's chin, and a charming smile appeared in his eyes.

"I heard rumors in the market that the master of this pavilion can't do anything, since there is a beautiful woman in his arms, the master of this cabinet will reluctantly satisfy you, so as to prove to the world that I am not incompetent. His voice was stiff and hoarse, but with a hint of sensual magnetism. Apparently deliberately disguised.

After that, his face was about to be close, and his lips were exuding heat, constantly approaching Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying's hands and feet were bound by vines, and she couldn't move at all at this time, so she could only let him get closer, and closer, his cold mask was already cold to her face.

Feng Xingying glanced at him, and said helplessly:

"Let me wait, just to show me this surprise? Tongtian Pavilion Master? Or should I call you His Royal Highness King Leng?"

Feng Xingying's words made him stop all his pranks, and only gently dropped a soft, moist and hot lip print on Feng Xingying's forehead.

"Clever girl. His voice returned to normal, and he casually removed the mask from his face, revealing the familiar face of Qingjun.

Sure enough, it's Qin Molin!

The mask, which symbolized supreme honor and mysterious strength, was thrown to the ground by Qin Molin like a scrap of copper.

Feng Xingying looked at him helplessly.

What about the cold Tongtian Pavilion Lord?

"Let go of me. "Feng Xingying doesn't like to be tied up all the time, the devil knows what this guy who is will do on a whim.

I'm really afraid of something!

Qin Molin's handsome and picturesque face continued to enlarge in Feng Xingying's eyes, and she saw her face extremely clearly through his eyes.

Feng Xingying's heart moved inexplicably, and he looked at the man in front of him with some apprehension.

His eyes were shining, and she was the only one in his eyes.

Feng Xingying opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.