Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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"So it is." Qin Molin seemed to have found something, and said with a smile: "You are really talented, and your fire spirit is able to compete with Jiuyin."

"Is there a way to save it?" Feng Xingying said that the heart was false and his eyes glowed with expectation.

From the memory of the original owner, she learned that the spirits were truly powerful, and saw Qin Molin as a living example.

If you do n’t want to cultivate, it ’s all false.

Although she was good at ancient martial arts before, she also has the confidence to train her body. But the skills are not overwhelming, if you can awaken spiritual power, it is a good idea.

"Kiss me, I'll tell you." Qin Molin put a smile on his lips, a face as beautiful as a fairy.

Feng Xingying looked a little fascinated, but shook his head firmly, cursing a demon in his heart, and turned his head resolutely.

His hands were as smooth as jade, and he rested lightly on her shoulders to straighten her cheeks.

"Without your help! I have my own way." Feng Xingying just said indignantly, his lips covered again, like blooming lotus petals, blooming in the moonlight.

Only this time, Feng Xingying felt more than a slapstick. His lips were hot, and she gently pried open her shell teeth, and a flame entered her mouth, spiraling into her body.

Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, just intuition, he wouldn't hurt her.

And she always believed in her intuition.

At this point, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice in his body, and wanted to resist that layer of fire.

For a while it was a bitter cold, and for a while it was as hot as the flames.

Lip points.

Feng Xingying trembled in pain, but bit his lip tightly, refusing to make himself hum.

"If you can't stand the pain, just a squeak, I will suppress it for you, but from then on, you can only continue to make your vase." Qin Molin's voice sounded like Feng Xingying's ears.

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 gently put a **** on that mark.

He seemed to know her answer.

He shouldn't ask.

If he himself, he would make that choice.

"I will not give up."

Feng Xingying's voice was trembling, intermittent, and then he still clenched his lips.

A little **** color was dyed on the soft lips of Ying Fan, slowly blooming, and her lips were dyed into gorgeous red. The original tender and greenish lips had a pale color. At this time, it was like a full bloom. Sha Hua, full of surname temptation.

Looking at this Feng Xingying, the smile on Qin Molin's lips is even more obvious.

Maybe, this little girl can really ...

Qin Molin's eyes became deeper and deeper.

Pain, heartbreak.

It wasn't her body that was torn, but the icy flames, the fiery flames that burned into the heart of the bone marrow.

Feng Xingying's consciousness walked through the extreme cold and flame.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Feng Xingying secretly said in his heart.

If it is cruel, who can be compared to her yinying?

Be tough on the enemy, be harder on yourself.

Only by enduring what ordinary people cannot do can we gain more dignity.

Feng Xingying never believed, she only believed in herself. She never believed that she could not survive.

What are the flames and ice? She walked across the sea of ​​swords.

What kind of pain is this?

Feng Xingying kept a weird posture like this, sitting quietly by the bonfire, covered with a layer of ice all over his body, like a crystal ice sculpture.

Under the finger of ice, her heart was getting hotter and hotter, like a burst of magma that penetrated the ice and flourished.

...

When Feng Xingying woke up, it was already early morning.

Qin Molin was long gone, but the bonfire beside her was still burning quietly.

There was a hint of warmth in Feng Xingying's heart.

Holding out his right hand, a hot flame the size of a fingernail, like life, beating in Feng Xingying's palm.

Spirit, she finally arrived.

And is known as the most terrible fire spirit.

Feng Xingying turned and stared deep into the ruined temple not far behind him.

Last night's blood was still vivid, and the bodies of those sinful people were still in the temple. Inevitably, some people will come to explore.

And she has always been afraid of trouble.

Feng Xingying raised his fiber hand with no expression, and threw the small fireball in his hand to the ruined temple behind him.

The next moment, a small fireball floated in her palm.

Throw again, the direction is still the ruined temple.

One, then one.

The wooden walls were burning in the fire, and the corpses inside would eventually become ashes.

Feng Xingying turned, listening to the howling fire behind him, without a trace of compassion on his face.

Since you don't want me to go back, I would like to go back.

As for those who owe debts, they must be settled one by one.