When Yu Wen Ximing continued to pursue him, he found that the front was completely white and seemed to be blocked by something.
Poor Yu Wen Ximing and others, they had to hang out in this white illusion formation for three full days before the white fog dissipated, and they collectively limped back to Tianshu City.
The person who created the white mist was naturally Qin Molin.
Qin Molin took action, how could it be as simple as Bai Wu
After the white mist dissipated, Qin Shiyi was waiting for them.
Qin Shiyi received the task of breaking one leg per person.
But when performing the task, Qin Shiyi was entangled: "The prince said to break your legs, but he didn't tell you to break the left leg or the right leg. I can only break both of them. You go back and take it slowly." "
After a loud bang, all the legs that needed to be broken were broken.
Fortunately, Qin Shishi had a measured approach. Such a fracture would be painful for a while, but it was easy to cure.
"Done!" Qin Shiyi clapped his hands, glanced longingly in the direction of Ningzhou City, gritted his teeth, and continued to chase Qin Molin.
No matter how delicious Yunxiang's food is, he is still Qin Molin's.
…
Qin Molin himself had already caught up to Feng Xingying and was watching her quietly from a distance.
He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, and a strange aura surrounded him and Feng Xingying. People passing by could only see a tornado, but not the two people in the tornado.
He didn't say anything, he just hung in the air quietly, wearing a long black cloak, and his long black hair was scattered unruly on the back of his head, letting the strong wind blow it away without disturbing his stunning appearance.
This kind of Qin Molin is as beautiful as a painting.
But his face, which should have been evil and handsome, had a hint of indescribable expression.
Yes, sad
No matter how you look at it, it looks a bit like a resentful woman
This was the first time Feng Xingying had seen such a cold, arrogant and handsome face.
Feng Xingying felt a little helpless by him, so he could only speak first: "Have you recovered your memory?"
She was now Feng Xingying, not wearing men's clothing, just her original appearance as a woman. Logically speaking, he shouldn't know her. He should know the sunny boy who called him Brother Qin and named Ye Xing.
"Did you notice?" Qin Molin raised the corners of his lips slightly and stared at Feng Xingying closely, fearing that she would suddenly escape.
"Yes." Feng Xingying nodded, with a hint of calmness on his lips.
"when?"
"Three days ago, I had a feeling. Then it was gradually confirmed." Feng Xingying was very honest: "I am a doctor, and I can see more things than ordinary people."
How could she leave with peace of mind if she hadn't discovered that Qin Molin had recovered his memory.
After her man loses his memory, can she safely let him be abducted? Feng Xingying is not that kind!
It was only after she found out that Qin Molin's memory had recovered at least half that she felt relieved to leave.
Speechless at this point.
Quiet.
The lasting silence continued to spread around the two of them.
It seems that space and time are condensed in this quiet atmosphere.
"If you want to leave, can you take me with you?"
Qin Molin suddenly spoke, and there was a hint of grievance and helplessness in his voice.
I have to say that such an expression appeared on Qin Molin, who had always been cold and arrogant. It was a bit unreal, but it hurt people's hearts.
He actually made such a helpless sound.
Now Qin Molin is no longer the aloof King Leng, he is more like an abandoned child.
His eyes and his voice are all heartwarming.
At this moment, he only had Feng Xingying in his eyes.