The great shaman had a gloomy face and stared at the direction Qin Molin left. No one knew what he was thinking.
It was only after being reminded by the guards of the Great Shaman that he left the palace again with the makeup that was so disfiguring that it covered all the details on his face.
Qin Molin held Feng Xingying in his arms and ran quietly in the palace. The palace of the orcs was characterized by its width and height, which should at least match the tall status of the orcs and half-orcs.
His hands subconsciously wrapped around her tightly, getting tighter and tighter, as if they were circling some treasure, for fear of losing her.
Feng Xingying quietly did not resist and let him hold her.
Qin Molin's eyes lit up and he asked the Moyu Lion King to change his route. Instead of rushing into the inner hall of the palace, he ran around the back garden.
Only at this time did she completely belong to him. At least he could hold her and she wouldn't push him away.
Qin Molin was afraid that if he got off the mount, maybe she would no longer belong to him.
The two rode together until they reached the lively place where maids were selected. Huang Dora screamed:
"Little dumb!"
Everyone else also looked at the direction of Qin Molin and Feng Xingying. Many women recognized Qin Molin, the holy son, and saluted him.
Qin Molin took advantage of this momentum and simply raised Feng Xingying's hand: "I finally found the queen who belongs to me."
"Queen, Queen!"
There were cheers, blessings and jealousies.
The Holy Son has a destiny, and he is also a person of outstanding strength. Moreover, his appearance is more beautiful than the moon in the sky.
Such a perfect king actually chose a female orc with such ugly makeup, which makes people so angry and jealous!
However, among the orcs, what the half-orcs have talked about the most for generations is the legend of the Holy Son. They dare not say a word "no" to this true Holy Son.
"Tell the Great Shaman that I have decided to get married tomorrow and ask him to officiate the wedding for me." Qin Molin left a bold message and walked away with Feng Xingying in his arms.
The little woman in her arms obviously twisted a few times when she heard about the wedding.
It's a pity that it's useless. Their identities are very different now. He is the Holy Son whom the orcs most admire. Who asked her to pretend to be a maid? She deserves to be the queen after being favored by the Holy Son~
Qin Molin contentedly held the girl in his arms with a ghostly face, and a smile couldn't help but rise at the corners of his lips.
This silly girl has made herself really ugly.
When he arrived at his residence, Feng Xingying sat facelessly on Qin Molin's transparent crystal throne, casually picking up an apple and gnawing on it.
"It's a pity that I'm still worried about you outside. It turns out that you are here to dominate and become the overlord. If I don't come, will you marry someone else behind Qin Molin's back?"
"I am Qin Molin!" How many times did he have to say it before she could let go of the knot in her heart. He was really jealous of Qin Molin from another continent. Even if he was far away from her, would she only have him in her heart
"Okay, you are, you are." Feng Xingxiang's tone was like coaxing a child, obviously very insincere.
Qin Molin stopped caring about her and began to issue various instructions to prepare for the orc tribe's wedding tomorrow.
"Qin Molin, let's leave, this place doesn't belong to us." Feng Xingying felt a little flustered.
"If I told you that they could take you out of this continent and go to the plane you want to go to, would you still say that?" Qin Molin approached Feng Xingying and stared at her. He saw it in her eyes. Sparkling joy.