"I see. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As if he had discovered something, Qin Molin smiled and said: "You are really talented, your fire spirit talent can actually compete with the Nine Yin Absolute Vein." ”

"Is there a way to save him?" Feng Xingying said that it was all fake if he was not moved, and his eyes flashed with anticipation.

From the memories of the original owner, she learned that the spirits were really powerful, and saw Qin Molin, a living example.

If you say you don't want to cultivate, it's all false.

Although she was good at ancient martial arts before, she was also confident that she could train her body. But there are many skills that don't pressure the body, if you can awaken spiritual power, it's not impossible.

"Kiss me and I'll tell you. A wicked smile hung on the corner of Qin Molin's lips, and his face was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

Feng Xingying looked a little fascinated, but shook his head firmly, secretly cursed a demon in his heart, and turned his head stubbornly.

His hand was as warm as jade, gently resting on her shoulder and straightening her cheek.

"I don't need your help! As soon as Feng Xingying opened his mouth indignantly, his lips fell again, like a blooming lotus petal, blooming in the moonlight.

Only this time, Feng Xingying felt more than charming, his lips were hot as fire, gently pried open her teeth, and even more flames entered her mouth, circling into her body.

Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, but he just intuitively felt that he wouldn't harm her.

And she always trusted her instincts.

At this moment, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice in his body, and wanted to resist that layer of flames.

One moment it was a biting cold, and the next it was like being in the heat of a blazing fire.

Lip splitting.

Feng Xingying trembled in pain, but he bit his lip and refused to let himself snort.

"If you can't bear the pain, just squeak and I'll help you suppress it, but from now on, you can only continue to be your vase. Qin Molin's voice, like bewitchment, sounded in Feng Xingying's ears.

His lips were close to her earlobe, and when he saw a small red mark there, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it lightly.

He seemed to know her answer.

He shouldn't have asked.

If it were him, he would have made that choice.

"I won't give up. ”

Feng Xingying's voice trembled, intermittently, and then he still bit his lips.

A little bewitching blood, dyed on the soft lips of Yingfen, slowly rippled, dyeing her lips into a brilliant red, originally soft and green with a little pale lips, at this time it was like a blooming Manshu Sahua, full of the temptation of the surname.

Looking at such a sealed star shadow, the smile on the corner of Qin Molin's lips became more obvious.

Perhaps, this little girl can really ......

Qin Molin's eyes became deeper and deeper.

Painful, heart-rending.

It wasn't her body that was torn apart, but the extreme cold ice that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the blazing flames that burned the ember heart.

The consciousness of the Sealed Star Shadow traveled through this extreme cold and flame.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Feng Xingying said secretly in his heart.

If you are ruthless, who can compare to her ghostly Ying?

Be ruthless to your enemies, and even more ruthless to yourself.

Only by enduring what ordinary people can't can we gain more dignity.

Feng Xingying never believes in fate, she only believes in herself. She never believed she couldn't make it.

What are the flames and ice? She has walked through the mountains and seas of blood.

What is this pain?

Feng Xingying maintained a strange posture like this, sitting quietly by the campfire, his whole body covered with a layer of ice, like a crystal ice sculpture.

Under the cold ice, her heart is getting hotter and hotter, hotter and hotter, like bursting magma, penetrating the ice and flourishing.

……

When Feng Xingying woke up, it was already early in the morning.

Qin Molin was long gone, only the bonfire beside her was still burning quietly.

A hint of warmth floated in Feng Xingying's heart.

Stretching out his right hand, a scorching flame the size of a fingernail beats in the palm of Feng Xingying's hand like life.

Spirit, she has finally arrived.

And it is known as the most terrifying fire-type spirit.

Feng Xingying turned around and walked towards the ruined temple not far behind him with a deep gaze.

Last night's bloodshed is still vivid, and the bodies of those sinful people are still in the temple. Someone will come to find out.

And she has always been a person who is afraid of trouble.

Feng Xingying raised his slender hand expressionlessly, and threw the small fireball that danced in his hand towards the broken temple behind him.

The next moment, a small fireball floated in her palm.

Thrown out again, the direction is still the broken temple.

One after another, and one after another.

The wooden walls burned more and more in the flames, and the corpses inside would eventually be reduced to ashes.

Feng Xingying turned around and listened to the roar of fire behind him, without a trace of pity on his face.

Since you don't want me to go back, I want to go back.

As for those who owe money, they will be paid one by one.