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And Yuwen Xilie simply wants to try this cold king, what a powerful method.

"Hmph. King Leng just snorted.

Yuwen Ximing and Yuwen Xilie's faces were pale, their eyes were stiff, as if facing thousands of troops, and they involuntarily retreated step by step.

When they came back to their senses, Qin Molin's back was already far away, and they didn't know when they gave way to it.

The brothers glanced at each other, and from each other's eyes, they both read the color of jealousy.

"At least the Spirit King!" Yuwen Ximing gave a judgment.

Because he himself is a Xuanling Master, even if he is a peak Xuanling Master, it is impossible for him to bring him such great oppression.

"The seventh brother is not afraid, there is the fourth brother here, as long as you open your mouth, the woman of the Spirit King, the fourth brother will also get it for you. Woo Moon Hee-yeol patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

"Well, that's her. ”

"You really don't want to look at Nangong Yulian anymore?"

"No, I remember that the poet of the Great Calendar Kingdom once wrote such a sentence, 'Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud', since I have seen her, other women, it is difficult to enter my eyes. Yuwen Ximing insisted.

"Yes! She is really worthy of being my younger brother! The most outstanding son of our Tianyu Kingdom, it is her blessing that you take a fancy to her. ”

The conversation between the two was not on the street, but in the post house.

Because the excitement on the street has dissipated, Qin Molin has already taken Feng Xingying to play with him and disappeared.

Qin Molin was a little distressed when he saw Feng Xingying's troubled appearance, coupled with the inexplicable covetousness of the Yuwen brothers, which made him feel very unhappy, so he ended this show of affection in advance.

Love, it's still going on, it's just not going to show it.

He just let the Moyu Lion King fly into the sky, dive into the clouds, and speed up by the way.

In this way, the surrounding silence allows Feng Xingying to sleep peacefully.

And he, just quietly accompanying her into the courtyard of the Tongtian Pavilion and looking at her quietly, is also a kind of happiness.

Tongtian Pavilion, Qin Molin maintained his posture and continued to let Feng Xingying's little head rest on his chest.

It's just that the position has changed from the back of the Moyu Lion King to the soft chaise longue in the courtyard.

The peach blossoms fell one by one, their light pink and delicate color, dotted on Feng Xingying's long black hair, on her lilac skirt, on her snow-white forehead, nose, neck, and her slender fingers.

He looked at her quietly, and was embellished even more bewitchingly.

Her body exudes a faint body fragrance, not as strong as the fragrance of peach blossoms, but it will not be hidden, and it will bloom quietly in his heart.

Qin Molin felt his body temperature rise uncontrollably, and his body had the most primitive instinctive reaction of a man.

Another light breeze rose, and another rain of petals.

The pink peach blossoms fell on her ruddy and delicate lips, and he couldn't help but want to remove this obstacle for her, with his teeth~

Only, he held back.

He knew that Feng Xingying was tired at this time, and he just wanted to watch her quietly. As long as she is by his side, everything is the best arrangement.

"Am I a bastard in you who can't control myself?" he said, softly.

"Hmm. Feng Xingying subconsciously responded.

Perhaps, she was just dreaming.

"I can't help but want to punish you. He had a doting smile on his face.