All his irritability suddenly calmed down the moment he saw her. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He really just wanted to just look at her quietly, quietly.

Her figure, like a white moonlight, shone into his heart, illuminating the dark soul shrouded in demon blood.

The demonic blood color in his pupils actually faded little by little at this moment.

Feng Xingying walked very slowly, but it was very difficult.

Because the gap between her and Qin Molin's strength is too big.

The heat flow caused by Qin Molin's demon blood attack had already boiled the entire ice spring.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying has an ice attribute, and uses ice spiritual power to form a layer of protection around the body.

But how could her spiritual strength be compared to Qin Molin?

Her ice melted in the heat.

Cohesion and disintegration.

Re-cohesion.

Every step of the Sealing Star Shadow is maintained by spiritual power.

And Qin Molin was not completely awake at this time, the red glow in his eyes had just faded, and there were still traces of mixed water droplets on his face.

The waterline, from his full forehead, to the firm bridge of his nose, and then from his sensual thin lips.

The edges and corners of his face, in the darkness of the night, were somewhat blurred.

His body was covered by no clothes, and half of his body was soaked in the ice fountain, but his sexy collarbones and white tendons with some healthy copper tendons were exposed.

Feng Xingying can be regarded as admiring himself, at this time, he can still think distractedly: his figure is blinded by clothes.

If you put it in the 21st century, you can become a fitness coach or a body model, and you will definitely be able to attract many fans to scream.

After Qin Molin calmed down, the ice spring was worthy of being a holy realm, and it quickly faded away from that layer of dryness and heat, and began to return to its previous coldness.

When Feng Xingying walked to Qin Molin's side, she no longer needed to use ice crystals to resist the heat flow.

She stretched out her long, white fingers and gently stroked his face, wiping the water from his face and smoothing out his long loose hair.

Qin Molin was quietly like a stone sculpture, at the mercy of Feng Xingying.

It's just that the coldness of Feng Xingying's fingertips penetrated into his heart, wisps of it, indescribably cool.

What she brought to him was obviously cold to the skin and bones, but his heart was like a fire burning, and it became more and more hot.

Especially when her cold, clear finger brushed his burning lips.

His heart burned at this moment.

What was left of his sanity was lost in the flood of senses.

But this time, his eyes didn't turn red.

He is Qin Molin, and he wants to use Qin Molin's heart to feel the current Fengxing Shadow.

He grabbed her restless finger and placed it on his chest, and with a slight force, Feng Xingying was dragged over him.

His body is solid and straight, like a wall, no matter how Feng Xingying hits, it seems that it will not collapse.

Feng Xingying was embarrassed and wanted to withdraw his fingers and keep a little distance from him.

Suddenly, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

The hot, tight hug brought Feng Xingying a feeling of fullness that was on the verge of suffocation.

She raised her little face, and met Qin Molin's eyes as deep and charming as stars, coupled with his perfect facial features, which made people feel like an unreal dream.

Can such a demon really exist? Why hasn't he been taken as a living specimen?

Feng Xingying was circled and moved, only his fingers were used, and he drew circles on his chest restlessly.

Her small movements like this have been scratched into Qin Molin's heart, crispy and numb, like a kitten's paw brushing into his heart.

But he didn't want to stop it, enjoying the throbbing of this moment.