Feng Xingying didn't look at him again, but quietly washed away the blood on his face, straightened his soaked clothes, smoothed his long black hair, turned around alone, and left proudly.
Feng Xingying was still a little stunned at this time, and everything he was familiar with no longer existed. But if God gives her a chance to live again, she will live it out.
For herself, and for the dead Feng Xingying.
It's just that Feng Xingying is puzzled. According to the history of Yunxi Continent, anyone who can cause visions of heaven and earth at birth is a spiritual person born with eight stars or above.
Spiritual qualifications range from one to nine stars. A normal person can reach five stars, which is considered a very good qualification. Six stars can be called a genius starting from six stars. Seven stars are unparalleled talents. Eight stars and nine stars are only in legends and have the ability to communicate with the world. Strange abilities.
When she was born, since she caused a strange phenomenon in the world, she shouldn't be useless.
Feng Xingying reached out and carefully felt his pulse.
This touch made my heart even more confused.
Her body turned out to be the legendary Nine-Yin Juemai that had no cure and could not live past the age of nine!
The problem is, Feng Xingying is now fifteen years old. Not only is he living well, but he also doesn't have any of the cold symptoms of Jiuyin Juemui patients.
Her body temperature was actually quite warm with strong yang energy.
Interesting, really interesting.
Feng Xingying was immersed in examining her body and completely ignored the other man, who was looking at her with burning eyes and a hint of obvious interest on his lips.
The small bonfire illuminated Feng Xingying's bloody face. She just sat quietly, like a broken porcelain doll, which made people feel distressed.
"My name is Qin Molin, what about you?" The man by the waterside sat next to Feng Xingying again at some point, and the bonfire also illuminated his face.
Qin Molin turned his face sideways and looked at Feng Xingying carefully with his deep eyes.
Not pretentious, calm enough.
This woman is really interesting.
Her proud and deep eyes made him feel like he had found someone of his own kind.
Although her face was too miserable to look at. But it inspired him even more to find the truth.
Is this woman with wolf-like eyes a hothouse flower who will be easily bullied? Does the smell of blood in the ruined temple have something to do with her
"Feng Xingying."
Feng Xingying didn't look back and spoke calmly. Qin Molin was so powerful that she had to be on guard at all times.
"The most beautiful woman in Dali?"
"Haha, I thought you were going to say the number one vase in the calendar." Feng Xingying laughed to herself. She looks like this, she can't be compared to a beauty, right
Besides, she is the most beautiful woman, and more people privately call her the most beautiful vase in Dali, just because she is as beautiful as a vase and has no use at all.
Feng Xingying had a character that refused to admit defeat and casually replied:
"Both of us didn't expect that His Highness King Leng, who has the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods, can control life and death in an instant, is decisive in killing, and is not flirtatious with women, would actually... become more famous than meeting each other."
He twitched the corner of his mouth, and instead of explaining his behavior, he stretched out his hand to grab Feng Xingying's veins.
Feng Xingying's little moves couldn't be hidden from him. He could see Feng Xingying's self-examination of his meridians and the stunned expression on his face just now.
Qin Molin was also curious as to why this strange man who, like him, could cause strange phenomena in the world when he was born, could be a waste.
Rumors are meant to be denied.
"Nine Yin Juemai?!" Qin Molin was frightened by her: "You can actually live for so long?"
"And I never feel cold." Feng Xingying shrugged. Even though she was soaked by the night wind, she didn't feel cold at all. Her body was really good.
"I know." Qin Molin's eyes finally flashed with a trace of curiosity.