In the anthill.
The ice sculpture melts little by little.
Familiar temperature, familiar smell.
Little by little, gently smooth the ice on Feng Xingying's body.
Her heart felt a warmth at this moment, and her blood finally showed signs of flowing.
Small fireballs burst out from Xihuang Sword and surged toward Feng Xingying.
"boom!"
A raging fire spread across the sky, soaring into the sky.
Feng Xingying, dressed in gorgeous purple clothes, was slowly rising from the dark ant nest, dragged by layers of flames.
…
From the moment Qin Molin appeared, the Lingxi Mirror had been smashed into pieces by Qin Molin.
Ji Jue is also very busy, and he has no time to take care of the Lingxi Mirror.
His spirit cat was bloated and had a lazy personality, and was too lazy to walk. It only ate and slept, so he named the big, white guy Steamed Bun to commemorate a benefactor.
Who knew that Steamed Bun, who had always been lazy, would change his mind today? Actually taking the initiative to attack someone
Feng Yuelu's face, which had just been healed by Tianjing Jade Pill, was scratched again by a cat's claw just a few days ago.
Seeing Feng Yuelu crying so hard, Ji Jue could only step forward to comfort her.
Feng Yuelu simply lay on Ji Jue's lap coquettishly, and used her body to rub against Ji Jue's arm.
A trace of boredom flashed in Ji Jue's eyes, but she was helpless.
"Meow!!"
His territory was occupied, Mantou was furious, and slapped Feng Yuelu's arm with two paws.
Poor Feng Yuelu's arm, which she thought was white and tender, instantly became bloody.
"Come here, take Miss Feng back."
"Brother Jue~~~" Feng Yuelu covered her face in grievance, fearing that Ji Jue would see her current ugly appearance, but she still did not forget to act coquettishly:
"I do not want to leave you."
"Don't worry, Ji Jue will never forget this kindness. In the future, Ji will go to the Feng family to propose marriage."
"I'll wait for you~~" Feng Yuelu reluctantly looked at Ji Jue's enchanting face, the more she looked at it, the more she fell in love with it.
Feng Xingying is dead. She will marry this perfect-looking and powerful man. No one will reveal her secret in the future, and she can live a happy life.
When she thought of this, Feng Yuelu couldn't help laughing.
The people in the Feilong Adventure Group were all Ji Jue's cronies, and they felt unhappy when they thought that a woman with a heart like Feng Yuelu was about to become their leader's wife.
There is no harm if there is no comparison. Originally, they thought Feng Yuelu was quite cute, pretty, quite polite to others, and she had a deep love for their leader.
But Feng Yuelu insisted on getting Feng Xingying into their sight.
Compared to Feng Xingying who was willing to protect a maid with his life, Feng Yuelu looked even uglier.
But no one can dissuade the head of the group from what he has decided.
…
At this moment.
There was a sudden heat wave in the ant nest.
Qin Molin, dressed in black like ink, stepped on the flames and appeared in front of everyone with Feng Xingying in his arms.
His eyes were bloodthirsty, staring at Ji Jue.
Feeling Qin Molin's provocative gaze, Ji Jue was not to be outdone. She curved her beautiful eyes into an enchanting arc and confronted Qin Molin.
At the end of the confrontation, Ji Jue was the first to speak with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that King Leng's strength is unfathomable. When I saw him today, Ji Jue was willing to give in."
"Did you hurt her?" Qin Molin's aura became more bloodthirsty and cold, and his eyes were fixed on Ji Jue.
It is said that dragons have reverse scales, which make them angry when touched.
He knows now.
Feng Xingying is Qin Molin's reverse scale.