There is a special cave in Tongtian Pavilion.
Passing through an ivy alley, there is a secluded and simple courtyard.
A tall and straight figure, a black gold mask, and a black cloak, with a detached and cold temperament, but now like a gangster, he was holding a girl in purple with one hand.
This kind of action is more like a hijacking.
The girl was very quiet and let him hold her, without making any fuss or struggling.
Her long hair flowed down, as dark as a waterfall, hanging down from his waist, strands entangled around his straight long legs.
The man just glanced at her, his aura still low and cold, and he continued to move forward with the girl's soft and delicate body.
His strength is obviously terrifying, and if he speeds up, he can pass such a road in the blink of an eye.
But he happened to walk at the speed of an ordinary person.
This man and woman are naturally the Master of Tongtian Pavilion and Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying bit his lip, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, his little nose shrugged, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This time she finally confirmed the identity of the mysterious Tongtian Pavilion Master. She was a healer and she believed in her nose.
arrive.
He stopped and stood quietly.
The air also froze for his cool temperament.
"Put me down." Feng Xingying's voice revealed a hint of helplessness, but no fear.
"What if not?" His voice was not as cold as before, but it had a condescending and domineering air.
Before Feng Xingying could speak, he gently raised his hand and put her down.
Before Feng Xingying could stand still, vines sprouted out from under her feet like a dream, growing wildly in the wind and wrapping her up in the blink of an eye.
He stretched out two slender white fingers, domineering yet graceful, and pinched Feng Xingying's chin, with a charming smile in his eyes.
"I heard there are rumors that this Pavilion Master is incompetent? Since a beauty has thrown himself into his arms, this Pavilion Master will reluctantly satisfy you, so as to prove to the world that I am not incompetent." His voice was stiff and hoarse, but with a hint of it. Sexy magnetism. Obviously deliberately disguised.
After saying that, his face was about to get close to him, his lips were radiating heat, and he kept getting closer to Feng Xingying.
Feng Xingying's hands and feet were bound by vines, and she couldn't move at all at this moment. She could only let him get closer. Even closer, his cold mask was already cold to her face.
Feng Xingying rolled her eyes at him and said helplessly:
"You made me wait just to show me this surprise? Lord Tongtian Pavilion? Or should I call you His Royal Highness, Prince Leng?"
Feng Xingying's words made him stop all his pranks, and he just gently placed a soft, moist lip mark on Feng Xingying's forehead.
"Smart girl." His voice returned to normal, and he casually took off the mask on his face, revealing that handsome and familiar face.
It turned out to be Qin Molin!
The mask, which symbolized supreme honor and mysterious strength, was casually thrown to the ground by Qin Molin like a scrap of copper.
Feng Xingying looked at him helplessly.
Where is the cold-blooded Lord of Tongtian Pavilion that we promised
"Let me go." Feng Xingying didn't like being tied up all the time. Who knows what this guy with such a broken moral integrity would do on a whim.
I’m really afraid of what will happen!
Qin Molin's handsome and picturesque face kept magnifying in Feng Xingying's eyes, and she could see her face extremely clearly through his eyes.
Feng Xingying's heart moved inexplicably, and he looked at the man in front of him with some confusion.
His pupils were bright, and she was the only one in his eyes.
Feng Xingying opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.