Feng Xingying showed off her little character and raised her eyebrows: "Hmph, I am the Emperor of Martial Arts! So what if you are not gentle! Who will be defeated and returned!"

Only when facing Qin Molin who is so gentle and doting towards her can Feng Xingying have this courage.

Qin Molin was so upset by her words that he buried his head in his mouth, and whispered in her ear:

"So what you mean is, if you have to fight me for three hundred years, who will lose if you faint first?"

"Hey? What is the misunderstanding between us!" Feng Xingying suddenly felt that he had dug a hole and buried him. Qin Molin was not an ordinary spiritual master, and he was also a fellow practitioner of all evil spiritual martial arts!

Feng Xingying is amazing, the Martial Emperor, and Qin Molin's Martial Master is even more amazing.

It’s a pity that the pit has been dug, and even with tears in my arms, I have to jump down.

Faced with Qin Molin's repeated temptations and challenges, Feng Xingying's heart was already in ruins.

God knows where Qin Molin got so many avalanche fruits, and from time to time, he would feed Feng Xingying some flesh infinitely.

Although this thing really has a strong promotion effect on cultivation, it also has real benefits in that aspect.

Feng Yuexian was most helpless, her voice became more and more shameless, and her body couldn't help but entangle with him tightly.

"Qin Molin, you will spoil me." Feng Xingying's eyes were as charming as silk, and had long left the world aside.

"It doesn't matter, in this way, I can only satisfy you in the world."

"You are shameless! I didn't mean that." Feng Xingying's face turned red in an instant.

"I know you are not satisfied yet, don't worry, soon."

So crazy, what should I do if I want to scratch people!

Feng Xingying thought about this and really began to scratch Qin Molin's back. In order to make her feel a little scratched, Qin Molin actually withdrew all defenses.

Feng Xingying clawed down, and blood was already seen on Qin Molin's back, and a deep mark was shed.

He didn't cry out the pain, but just endured it and punished her in another way.

"Qin Molin, we haven't been out for many days." Feng Xingying was really crying now.

Feng Xingying is not satisfied now. What she regrets the most is that she is a fellow practitioner of Lingwu, and she is the Emperor of Wu, and she has a good physical strength!

So her body allowed her to withstand the waves of invasion of Qin Molin, such as Qin Molin. Not only did she not faint like ordinary girls, she was gradually getting better and began to operate her inheritance from Tai Chi Palace.

The Palace Master of Tai Chi Palace is not a fake. What she got was the highest mental method of the first sect of the 6th century. The effect was so good that it was so devastating.

"Qin Molin, stop making trouble. If you continue making trouble, I will become a female goblin who sucks people." Feng Xingying wanted to cry. She didn't want to use Qin Molin, nor did she want their relationship to infect any benefits.

But she couldn't control herself, the martial arts, the Hehuan Fruit, the Ling Zun Qin Molin, and the enclave sent her to the Spirit Saint.

Regarding the fastest person in the Spirit Emperor ascended the Spirit Saint, the first person in the gods who had suddenly realized the enlightenment, Feng Xingying was the second.

Even the last leader of the Hehuan Palace who had gone astray and absorbed skills everywhere could not match the Fengxingying's level.

"Qin Molin, I was wrong, should I admit defeat?" Feng Xingying begged pitifully.

"No!" Unexpectedly, Qin Molin refused with a domineering look on his face: "When did you Feng Xingying admit defeat?"

"Are you still not satisfied with that first time giving you?"

"It's your first time I want it, and I'll be responsible for your happiness!" Qin Molin responded seriously.
Chapter completed!