The chattering onlookers used to only make Ji Jue feel a little troubled and helpless. After all, this is the adventure group.

But now, listening to them praising Feng Xingying in a crowd, he was inexplicably in a good mood, and suddenly felt that being watched was not bad?

"Haha, I won!" Taking advantage of Ji Jue's distracted kung fu, Feng Xingying took one son in one fell swoop and smiled happily.

"Xiaoxing is so amazing." Ji Jue's eyes were filled with pampering.

Feng Xingying was inexplicably guilty. If Ji Jue had not been distracted, she might not have won.

I really didn't expect Ji Jue's chess skills to be so good.

"No, come again." Feng Xingying, who had won, shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Okay." Ji Jue smiled and was charming.

Speaking of it, the adventure group is really a strange place. Ji Jue and Feng Xingying are as beautiful as banished immortals, playing chess gracefully.

But around them was a group of grass, drinking and eating meat.

On one side is an elegant chess game, and the meat is roasted not far away.

Sesame is no longer promising around and is trying to share the meat with cuteness.

"Xiaoxing, are you still satisfied with this kind of life?" Ji Jue spoke while playing chess.

"Satisfied." Feng Xingying's mood was inexplicably driven and a little generous: "The free air of the adventure group belongs to me, such as Dali and Tianyu, it is just intrigue and intrigue. The ugly thing under the gorgeous skin is their hearts. It's better to be here, don't think about anything, and be free."

Feng Xingying took a deep breath, took a big bite of the barbecue, and spoke boldly: "How great it would be to say that this would be possible every day."

"Since Xiaoxing likes it, stay with me in the future."

Feng Xingying shook her head: "No, freedom means going wherever I want to go. If I'm too deliberate, I won't be free."

"You're right." Ji Jue nodded: "Then take me wherever you go in the future, okay?"

"Okay." Feng Xingying nodded with a smile.

The game was still in progress. Even though it was late at night before I knew it, Feng Xingying didn't stop, and Ji Jue tacitly did not call for a stop. Instead, the others left 66.

The only two of them were left to play chess.

A gust of wind blew, and Feng Xingying's eyelids inexplicably wanted to close.

Before she closed her eyes, she seemed to see Qin Molin's familiar pure ink-colored ink bones and silk cloak.

Feng Xingying was prepared for a long time, and her thoughts moved and entered her Xihuang Sword Space.

After that, he fell asleep.

This awakening has no dreams.

Feng Xingying was even a little disappointed in her heart.

She knew, it was not a dream before.

But why isn't it a dream?

If it was a dream, she could see him every day.

If it weren't for the dream, she wouldn't even have a reason to convince herself to see him again.

Feng Xingying was really afraid of Qin Molin's domineering imprisonment. Now she just wants to hide from him, the farther away, the better.

She had a little guess in her mind, thinking that he would chase after him.

But, there was a moment of speculation.

Unexpectedly, it was real.

Because he is Qin Molin, she began to understand something.

Feng Xingying soaked herself in the cold ice pool, allowing the ice to condense on her body, layer after layer.

However, Qin Molin will no longer unblock her in her space.

Feeling the layers of frozen cold, Feng Xingying actually began to miss Qin Molin's hot spring look.

The temperature there made her indulge.

His desperate and affectionate eyes made her fall deeper and deeper.

Feng Xingying quickly shook her head, was she crazy? She actually thought of using freedom to exchange for being with him.

If his love is imprisonment, she would rather give up.

She fell in love with him, but she had to leave him.

(Battlefield Literature)
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