Feng Xingying finally opened his eyes and stared at Qin Molin in a daze. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Did he do this for her?

Is it rare for her to have such a gentle little look as an encouragement to him?

His kiss, overwhelming, annihilated her.

Feng Xingying's body began to soften, and he responded awkwardly.

"Don't be sad, I'll do it twice, just practice cooking, so as not to be laughed at by you. Such words can actually come out of Qin Molin's mouth.

Qin Molin himself felt that he was enchanted, he was obviously here to punish her, how could he comfort her?

"Hmm. Feng Xing fans responded in a daze.

This time, he didn't dare to venture again, but let go of all the negative emotions and explored with her, waiting for her to twist her body timidly, he dared to ask again.

At this time, forget your feelings.

……

By the time they had tossed around, Rue Xiang had already made dinner.

However, Feng Xingying could only watch a few seniors eat dinner with watermelon and sesame, she couldn't!

Because Qin Molin doesn't allow it!

Qin Molin is on the same page as a cook.

He said domineeringly: "You must wait for me this time! Otherwise, hmph, I won't let you out for three days and three nights." No, ten days!"

"......" Feng Xingying became a good baby in seconds: "Do you think I Feng Xingying is that kind of person? ”

That's weird!

Qin Molin raised the corners of his lips in a good mood, didn't poke her, and went straight to the kitchen.

Qin Molin is definitely a cold king who is abrasive, and he still doesn't let Feng Xingying go to the kitchen with him.

Can't go to the kitchen, do you have a happy face when you watch other people eat?

I can't go back to space yet!

Missing Qin Molin's love dinner again, Feng Xingying felt that that domineering guy was really likely to lock her up for ten days.

Ten days is not a big deal.

But he obviously meant that he would be happy with her for ten days.

Is it good to rely on your physical strength?

Feng Xingying wants to cry without tears, she is obviously a fellow practitioner of Lingwu, the one with good physical strength!

It's okay, let's do alchemy at their dinner table, so that we can improve our concentration.

In order to prevent Qin Molin from coming back at any time, Feng Xingying's elixir did not dare to refine too advanced, so he could only use second-order training to improve his proficiency.

When Feng Xingying returned to the elixir as soon as he was practiced, Feng Xingying saw that Rue Xiang had been watching her by his side, and gave her the elixir easily:

"Pretend, restore spiritual power. ”

"No, no, miss, Rue Xiang doesn't want pills, Rue Xiang thinks, thinks. Rue Xiang lowered her head and blushed before she whispered: "Rue Xiang wants to learn alchemy from you." ”

Feng Xingying looked Rue Xiang up and down, a little entangled: "But you are a wood spirit master." ”

"Miss, didn't you say that you can also use external fire to make alchemy?" Rue Xiang obviously already knew about alchemy, even if she didn't understand it before, she understood it after following Feng Xingying for so long.

"But without the acceleration of fire spiritual power, it will waste more time than others. If the time drags on for a long time, it will be more difficult to control, and the success rate will also decrease. Even, you may not be able to break through to a king-level alchemist in this life, have you really thought about it, are you sure you want to learn?"

These words are common sense, if it were someone else, Feng Xingying wouldn't even bother to remind him.

This is also the reason why only people in the fire system will choose to develop all the way to the alchemist.

Talent is really too important, and the fire control of the fire spirit has an incredible bonus to alchemy.

It's not that people from other departments can't do alchemy, it's that it takes longer, the success rate is lower, and what's even more terrifying is that there is no future.

Not being able to break through the spell of the king level is a high-level alchemist, and ordinary non-fire alchemists are even sad about the third-order hurdle.