Although Qilin City is not as large as Kowloon City, it is still a low-key noble family, and there are more than a dozen awakened people of the divine bloodline.
I just don’t know why, but no one has passed on their bloodline, and they haven’t even given birth to any children.
Although Qin Molin's appearance gave his father a lot of doubts and confusion, as the God Clan had the most direct method of verification, his bloodline was unmistakable.
In this way, the appearance of Qin Molin gave Qilin City new hope, at least there was no need to solve the problem through an adopted son.
Of course, those who had been robbed of their position by him would not be willing to take it back. Qilin City was in constant turmoil. Qin Molin originally came to Kowloon City to form an alliance with Emperor Ji Yun.
But now it seems that the possibility is slim.
"Then I'll marry you." Feng Xingying blinked: "Am I not the princess of Kowloon City? If I marry you, it will be considered an intermarriage."
"I originally thought so too. But how could Ji Yun treat you?"
"I suspect he is Ji Jue, or maybe he is not. He may have two souls in his body." Feng Xingying basically guessed the truth: "So this person is very weird, his aura market changes, his personality is moody, and even his hobbies change from time to time.
In a few days, when I advance to the Xiantian realm, I want to have a good chat with him. "
"Are you planning to advance here?" Qin Molin was worried and finally made up his mind: "I'll take you away!"
"Don't be stupid, this is Emperor Ji Yun's world, the sky is huge and the earth is huge, we have nowhere to go.
Even if you return to Qilin City, if you go back with the hatred of Emperor Ji Yun, how can you save your people. "Feng Xingying shook his head.
"Then let's go to Divine Phoenix Island."
"Divine Phoenix Island?" Feng Xingying shook his head bitterly: "I can't do it yet. My divine blood seems to have been greatly damaged and I can't open the channel at all."
"It'll be done soon." Qin Molin's smile was a little weird.
Before Feng Xingying could react, she found that she couldn't move.
Qin Molin bit her lip, attacking little by little, gently and decisively.
Feng Xingying didn't understand that Qin Molin was still in the mood to play with this discussion of life and death.
But it doesn't matter, maybe the separation is imminent and she will just obey him.
But there was suddenly a faint fishy smell in her mouth, and then a sweet taste continued to enter.
Feng Xingying opened her eyes wide. She wanted to ask him, push him away, and shout to stop, but she seemed powerless.
He was actually feeding her his own blood!
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Feng Xingying could feel that her dry heart was being continuously wrapped and stimulated by the black and golden blood of God. Her body was boiling, and something seemed to be awakening.
But he still didn't stop. Feeding her endlessly like this would cause a great loss in his strength. After all, everyone can only produce one drop of the blood of God every year.
But when using it, it is never enough.
On this trip to Qilin City, although Qin Molin managed to overcome all kinds of dangers with one sentence, Feng Xingying could imagine that he must have used a lot of God's blood, bit by bit, to be able to see his father.
He fed Feng Xingying the remaining blood of God so unscrupulously, what would he do
As their lips parted, Feng Xingying could already feel the obvious changes in her body, her blood was boiling, and her whole body seemed to be roasting in a raging fire.
This feeling was that her blood was about to awaken.
But Qin Molin's face was pale.