Feng Xingying acted mischievously and raised his eyebrows: "Huh, I'm the Martial Emperor! So what if you're not gentle! I don't know who will lose!"
Only when facing Qin Molin, who was so gentle and doting on her, could Feng Xingying be so bold.
Qin Molin was so angry at her words that he buried his head in his hair and whispered in her ear:
"So what you're saying is that if you're going to fight me for three hundred years, whoever faints first will lose?"
"Hey? Is there some misunderstanding between us!" Feng Xingying suddenly felt that he had dug a hole to bury himself. Qin Molin was not an ordinary spiritual master, he was also a vicious spiritual martial arts fellow!
Feng Xingying, the Martial Emperor, was amazing, and Qin Molin, the Martial Lord, was even more amazing.
It's a pity that the hole has been dug, and I have to jump down even with tears in my eyes.
Facing Qin Molin's constant temptations and challenges, Feng Xingying's heart was broken.
God knows where Qin Molin got so many acacia fruits, but he fed Feng Xingying a little pulp from time to time.
Although this thing really has a strong promotion effect on cultivation, it also has a real gain in that aspect.
What made Feng Yuexian most helpless was that her voice became even more shameless, and her body was involuntarily entangled with him.
"Qin Molin, you will spoil me rotten." Feng Xingying's charming eyes were as silky as silk, and she had already put aside the mundane world.
"It doesn't matter. In this way, I am the only one in the world who can satisfy you."
"You're shameless! That's not what I meant." Feng Xingying blushed instantly.
"I know you're not satisfied yet, don't worry, it will be soon."
What should I do if I feel so crazy and want to scratch someone
Feng Xingying thought so and really started to scratch Qin Molin's back. And Qin Molin actually withdrew all his defenses in order to make her scratch better.
Feng Xingying pawed down, and blood was already visible on Qin Molin's back, leaving a deep mark.
He didn't complain about the pain, he just endured it and then punished her in another way.
"Qin Molin, we haven't been out for how many days." Feng Xingying was really on the verge of crying.
Feng Xingying is feeling dissatisfied now. What she regrets most is that she is a Lingwu fellow practitioner, she is the Martial Emperor, and her physical strength is too good!
Therefore, her body allowed her to withstand the attacks of beasts like Qin Molin one after another. Not only did she not faint like other girls, but she got into a better state shamefully and began to operate the inheritance she had received from the Tai Chi Palace.
She, the master of the Tai Chi Palace, is not a fake. What she has obtained is the highest mental method of the once largest sect in the mainland. The effect is so good that it can make people collapse.
"Qin Molin, please stop making trouble. If you continue to make trouble, I will turn into a female demon who sucks people's skills." Feng Xingying wanted to cry. She didn't want to take advantage of Qin Molin, nor did she want their relationship to be tainted with any benefits.
But she couldn't control herself, so the skills, the Albizia Julibrissin Fruit, and the Spiritual Saint Qin Molin quickly sent her to the Spiritual Saint.
In terms of the fastest people to rise from Spiritual Emperor to Spiritual Saint, the enlightened God Clan was first, and Feng Xingying was second.
Even the last head of Hehuan Palace who once went astray and tried to attract people's skills could not match Feng Xingying's speed.
"Qin Molin, I was wrong. Can I admit defeat?" Feng Xingying begged pitifully.
"No!" Unexpectedly, Qin Molin refused with a domineering look: "When did you, Feng Xingying, admit defeat?"
"Aren't you satisfied with giving it to you for the first time?"
"It's your first time that I want it, so I will be responsible for your happiness!" Qin Molin responded seriously.