"So that's it.        " Qin Molin seemed to have something appeared and said with a smile: "You are indeed outstanding innate. Your Fire Spirit Talent can actually compete with the Nine Yin Jue Mai."

"Is there a way to rescue me?" Feng Xingying said that he was not moved, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

From the original owner's memory, she learned that the spirits were truly powerful, and she also saw this living example of Qin Molin.

If you say you don’t want to practice, it’s all fake.

Although she was good at ancient martial arts before, she was confident in training her body. However, she had more skills and no one could suppress her body. If she could awaken her spiritual power, it would be fine.

"Kiss me and I'll tell you." Qin Molin had a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, and his face was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

Feng Xingying was a little fascinated by the sight, but she shook her head firmly, cursed in her heart and turned her head stubbornly.

His hands were as gentle as jade, and he gently put them on her shoulder and straightened her cheek.

"You don't need your help! I have my own way." Feng Xingying just spoke angrily, and his lips covered again, like blooming lotus petals, blooming charmingly in the moonlight.

But this time, Feng Xingying felt more than just beautiful, his lips were as hot as fire, and he gently pried open her teeth, and flames entered her mouth and hovered into her body.

Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, but he just felt that he wouldn't harm her.

And she has always believed in her intuition.

At this point, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice appearing in his body, and wanted to resist the flames.

It was a biting cold for a while, and it was a bit like the heat in the flames.

Lip part.

Feng Xingying shook all over in pain, but bit her lip tightly, refusing to let herself hum.

"If you can't bear this pain, just squeak. I will help you suppress it, but from now on, you can only continue to be your vase." Qin Molin's voice sounded in Feng Xingying's ears like a bewitching.

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 lick the mark on it.

He seemed to have known her answer.

He shouldn't have asked.

If it were him, he would make that choice.

"I won't give up."

Feng Xingying's voice trembled, intermittently, and then he still bit his lips tightly.

A little bit of conspicuous blood color dyed on her pink soft lips, slowly spreading, dyeing her lips into a brilliant red color. Her lips, which were originally tender and green, had a little pale pale at this time, were like a blooming Manshu Shahua, full of temptation to be surnamed.

Looking at Feng Xingying like this, Qin Molin's smile on the corner of his lips became even more obvious.

Maybe, this little girl can really

Qin Molin's eyes became deeper.

Pain, heart-wrenching.

What was tearing it was not her body, but the ultimate ice that penetrated into the bone marrow and the blazing flames that burned the heart of the ashes.

Feng Xingying's consciousness travels through this extreme cold and flames.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Feng Xingying thought to himself.

If you say ruthless, who can compare to her Youying?

Be cruel to the enemy and be even more cruel to yourself.

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

Feng Xingying never believes in fate, she only believes in herself. She never believes that she can't stand it.

Fierce flames, what is cold ice? She has walked through the sea of ​​swords and blood.

What is this pain?

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

Under the ice finger, her heart became hotter and hotter, like a burst of magma, penetrated the ice layer and flourished.

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

Qin Molin was no longer here, only the bonfire beside her was still burning quietly.

Feng Xingying felt warmth in his heart.

Extend your right hand, and a hot flame as big as a fingernail, beating in Fengxingying's heart like life.

Spiritual, she finally reached it.

And he is the fire spirit player who is known as the most terrifying combat power.

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

The blood of last night is still vivid in my mind, and the bodies of those sinful people are still in the temple. Some people will inevitably come to explore.

And she is always afraid of trouble.

Feng Xingying raised her slender hands expressionlessly and threw the small fireball in her hand towards the ruined temple behind her.

Next time, a small fireball floated on the palm of her palm.

Throw it out again, the direction is still the dilapidated temple.

yi pellets, then yi pellets.

The wooden walls become more and more burning in the fire, and the bodies inside will eventually become ashes.

Feng Xingying turned around, listening to the roaring fire behind her, without any mercy on her face.

Since you don’t want me to go back, I, Feng Xingying, insist on going back.
Chapter completed!