"I see." Qin Molin seemed to have discovered something and said with a smile: "You are really talented. Your fire spirit talent can actually compete with Jiuyin Juemei."
"Is there a way to save him?" Feng Xingying said it was a lie if he said he was not moved, his eyes shining with anticipation.
From the memory of the original owner, she learned how powerful the spirits were, and saw Qin Molin as a living example.
If you say you don’t want to practice, it’s all lies.
Although she was good at ancient martial arts before, she was confident in training her body. But there are many skills that are not overwhelming. If you can awaken your spiritual power, it won't be a bad idea.
"Kiss me and I'll tell you." Qin Molin had an evil smile on his lips, and his face was as beautiful as a painting.
Feng Xingying looked a little fascinated, but shook his head firmly, cursed the monster in his heart, and turned his head stubbornly.
His hands were as gentle as jade, and he gently placed them on her shoulders and straightened her cheeks.
"I don't need your help! I have my own way." Feng Xingying said angrily, and his lips covered her again, like blooming lotus petals, blooming seductively in the moonlight.
Only this time, Feng Xingying felt more than just charm, his lips were as hot as fire, and he gently pried open her teeth, and even more flames entered her mouth and spiraled into her body.
Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, but just had an intuition that he wouldn't harm her.
And she always trusted her instincts.
At this moment, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice rising within his body, and wanted to resist the layer of flames.
One moment it was bitingly cold, and the next moment it was as hot as being in a blazing flame.
Parted lips.
Feng Xingying trembled in pain, but bit her lip, refusing to let herself hum.
"If you can't bear the pain, just scream and I will help you suppress it. But from now on, you can only continue to be your vase." Qin Molin's voice sounded in Feng Xingying's ears like a bewitchment.
His lips were close to her earlobe, and when he saw a small red mark there, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the mark gently.
He seemed to already know her answer.
He shouldn't have asked.
If it were him, he would make that choice.
"I will not give up."
Feng Xingying's voice was trembling and broken, but he still bit his lips.
A bit of coquettish blood stained the soft pink lips, slowly spreading, dyeing her lips a stunning red. The originally soft and green lips with a hint of paleness now looked like blooming Manju. Shahua is full of sexy temptations.
Seeing Feng Xingying like this, the smile on Qin Molin's lips became even more obvious.
Maybe, this little girl can really...
Qin Molin's eyes became deeper and deeper.
Painful, heartbreaking.
What was torn apart was not her body, but the extreme ice that penetrated into her bones and the blazing fire that burned her heart.
Feng Xingying's consciousness traveled through the extreme cold and flames.
"I'm not afraid of you!"
Feng Xingying thought to himself.
If we talk about ruthlessness, who can compare to her Youying
Be ruthless to your enemies and even more ruthless to yourself.
Only by enduring what ordinary people cannot do can we gain more dignity.
Feng Xingying never believed in fate, she only believed in herself. She never believed she couldn't survive it.
What are the flames and ice? She has walked through mountains of swords and seas of blood.
What does this little pain mean
Feng Xingying just maintained a strange posture, sitting quietly by the campfire, his whole body covered with a layer of ice, like a crystal clear ice sculpture.
Under the cold fingers, her heart became hotter and hotter, like bursting magma, penetrating the ice and flourishing.
…
When Feng Xingying woke up, it was already early morning.
Qin Molin was no longer there, but the bonfire beside her was still burning quietly.
Feng Xingying felt a sense of warmth in his heart.
Stretching out his right hand, a hot flame the size of a fingernail beat in the palm of Feng Xingying's hand as if alive.
Spiritual One, she finally reached it.
And he is the fire spirit user who is said to have the most terrifying combat power.
Feng Xingying turned around and walked towards the ruined temple not far behind him with a deep look.
The bloodshed last night is still vivid in my mind, and the bodies of those guilty people are still in the temple. Inevitably some people will come to explore.
And she has always been someone who is afraid of trouble.
Feng Xingying raised his slender hand expressionlessly and threw the small fireball in his hand towards the ruined temple behind him.
The next moment, another small fireball floated in her palm.
Throw it out again, still in the direction of the ruined temple.
One after another.
The wooden walls are burning more and more fiercely in the fire, and the bodies inside will eventually turn into ashes.
Feng Xingying turned around and listened to the roar of fire behind him, without any mercy on his face.
Since you don't want me to go back, I, Feng Xingying, must go back.
As for those who owe debts, they must be paid off one by one.