Feng Xingying's outbreak of Jiuyin's Jue Meridian this time was more fierce than the last time. Even if Qin Molin took action, he could not wake her up.
But Feng Xingying's heart was very peaceful.
In her previous life, she wanted to be the best at everything, the strongest healer and the strongest killer. She never thought about relying on anyone for a moment, because no one was worthy of her reliance.
But in this life, there were suddenly such hands on her shoulders, enduring the biting ice and relieving her from the pain of freezing.
She felt inexplicably at ease.
The feeling of being taken care of seems not bad
Feng Xingying squinted his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, sleeping peacefully.
Even the biting cold of the ice spring was as warm as a hot spring to Feng Xingying.
What could be more terrifying than the coldness in her Nine Yin Jue Veins
Until, the ice on Feng Xingying's body turned into ice currents, her blood began to beat again, and the fire spirit power in her veins was rekindled.
The elves in the Xihuang Sword returned their spiritual power to Feng Xingying's body.
Qin Molin broke out in a cold sweat, and his tense lips finally relaxed.
She's fine.
Wait, he must teach her a lesson next time. How could he not cherish his own life so much
So what if you lose the poison fight? She still has him!
Why couldn't she ask him for help
As long as she spoke, even with a look, he would help her.
But she didn't! Because she is Feng Xingying!
Does she still not believe him
Qin Molin's face became increasingly ugly.
Just lowering his head, he saw Feng Xingying's face sleeping soundly every day under the moonlight, with a hint of warm sweetness in the dimples on his lips.
This kind of Feng Xingying is not as cold as usual, but more like a cute and cute porcelain doll.
He took a deep breath, his blood ignited unconsciously, and his body temperature also rose.
Fortunately, with Bingquan suppressing it, Qin Molin even ignored this change.
Feng Xingying seemed to be dreaming. She seemed to have encountered something unhappy in her dream. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like a small brush, brushing against his heart, making his blood rush.
He could no longer control his energy, his blood continued to boil, and his eyes turned a faint red.
Qin Molin frowned slightly. He felt the changes in himself and knew that he might not be able to control himself.
Didn't even use the ice spring
Maybe it was because he was too close to Feng Xingying.
He quickly pushed her away.
The sleeping Feng Xingying fell quietly and sank to the bottom of the water.
The sound of falling into the water made Qin Molin suddenly startled. He frowned slightly and followed her into the water.
The biting coldness of the ice spring water made Qin Molin regain some sense, and his red eyes were replaced by deep darkness again.
He put his arm around her shoulders.
Her long hair was like a waterfall, spilling on his arms, entwining his arms and body in strands.
Qin Molin couldn't help but be startled.
He loved the feeling of being entangled in her long hair.
He discovered it the last time he held her as the master of Tongtian Pavilion.
Otherwise, he, the majestic Master of Tongtian Pavilion, would not act at the spur of the moment and shamelessly go beyond the speed of ordinary people.
This time, in the water, her long hair looked softer and brighter.
Especially the sleeping Feng Xingying was a little more gentle and graceful than when she was awake, and even her long hair became softer.
Qin Molin frowned unconsciously.
It is said that the Master of Tongtian Pavilion hates women the most and will not allow women to get even half a step closer to him.
Once upon a time, he did.
Rao is a fairy-like beauty, but once she gets close to him, Qin Molin will feel awkward and can't help but throw her out.
Why looking at Feng Xingying, he actually felt that women were not so annoying.