He gave up his spiritual power and everything, just like an ordinary person, using the most primitive way of communication between men and women to communicate deeply with her.
When their bodies were linked together, he could feel the same passion in her heart.
This little bit of enthusiasm had the power to start a prairie fire, igniting the fire in his chest even more intensely.
He felt that his body was like a piece of hot iron baked in a volcano, and only her cold jade bones were the destination he wanted most.
Tirelessly going deep, forgetting time and place, they only see each other.
In fact, they are no longer willing to see with their eyes. The tightly connected bodies can replace all vision and language.
He heard the desire and encouragement for him in her heart, he heard her satisfied expression under him, and he heard the sound of her body blooming like a flower.
This filled his heart with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
Every uncontrollable sound she made was due to him.
He was the one who set her on fire.
He brought her joy, not pain.
This is what he wants for Feng Xingying.
At this time, I hope it lasts forever.
If not, you will be satisfied if you have it for a moment.
He no longer thought of ways to imprison her, because the imprisoned Feng Xingying was not so alive.
He only regretted that he understood it too late.
When the love goes deep, it is released naturally.
This feeling is like the sun rising and the moon setting, the stars moving according to the established trajectory, and the beauty of nature and the sky are presented before their eyes.
Above the two people's heads, a palm-sized star stone was suspended each. Feng Xingying's was a warm and dazzling red, while Qin Molin's was a rich ink color.
Qin Molin casually grabbed two pieces of clothing and put them on himself and Feng Xingying respectively, blocking all the spring sunshine.
At this time, all the love between them had been wiped out. The two of them raised their heads in tacit understanding, feeling the mutual attraction and rapid rotation of the star stones.
Under the pull and rotation of the star stone, a door opened with a creak.
An ancient voice came from the door:
"Hehuan Palace finally welcomes its new owner."
At this time, Feng Xingying and Qin Molin also calmed down and looked at the door in front of them quietly.
The door is open, but the world inside is unknown.
Feng Xingying suddenly shook his head: "I cannot accept the inheritance of Hehuan Palace, and I cannot be sorry to my master."
"Okay." Qin Molin nodded.
The two of them actually joined hands and left step by step in opposite directions.
The star stones above their heads finally gradually calmed down and returned to their respective bodies.
Except for the pink blush on Feng Xingying's face, there was no difference between the two of them.
When he reached the tightly closed door at the entrance, Qin Molin did not hesitate to attack with great force.
The door suddenly opened, and a purple figure suddenly entered.
The door is closed again.
Feng Xingying looked at the person in front of him curiously, his eyes full of fighting spirit, but without the slightest fear.
The man just glanced at Feng Xingying and didn't look at her again.
It's not disdain, but more like avoiding something.
Feng Xingying was sure that she didn't know him, but why was he deliberately avoiding her
"That's enough for you." Qin Molin said in a very unkind tone.
"Why?" The man in purple locked his eyes on Qin Molin: "How many people are dreaming of the inheritance, but you still refuse to take it?"
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I'm sorry." Feng Xingying bowed politely.
The man in purple clothes did not want to accept Feng Xingying's etiquette, and suddenly floated to the other side like a ghost, but still locked on Qin Molin.