Chapter 258 I Beg Her Not to Fight

"Yeah." Qin Molin nodded solemnly, admitting it bluntly.

Feng Xingying wants to vomit blood!

Why didn't she realize that Qin Molin's bones were so black.

Feng Xingying really had no strength, and simply hung it on Qin Molin's arm.

"I'm going to hold you for a while." Seeing how tired he was, but still able to show a small smile like a sunny rogue, Qin Molin was so merciful!

Feng Xingying is a little afraid to hug...

In case, another high-speed flight, she will get motion sickness!

Fortunately, Qin Molin took care of Feng Xingying, a little guy with weak legs and feet, and walked very gracefully and normally.

Feng Xingying put the weight of his body on his arm, and the pendant was justified.

Feng Xingying probably had some impression of the direction he took Feng Xingying to, that backyard should be his residence.

With Qin Molin's cold personality, I am afraid that he will rarely take people there.

He can take her there, which obviously means that he really recognizes her as a friend.

But why? Did he really bend?

Feng Xingying glanced at the bright long sword on his waist, and his heart kept beating.

What happened to Qin Molin? Shouldn't it, really, be bent?

If you bend, you bend, can you not look for her! !

They have already changed genders, and they are still hanging on the same tree. If the master finds out, he will have to laugh at her to death.

Anyway, hanging on Qin Molin's arm, Feng Xingying didn't need to look at the road, and his thoughts kept drifting away.

He turned his head and saw that the young man's face was sunny, but his eyes were lazy and drifting, and there was a hint of yearning.

He had never been so happy and wanton in his youth.

Qin Molin even had an obsessive-compulsive disorder. This ray of sunshine was like his lost boyhood, and he must protect it!

As for whether he liked this boy or not, Qin Molin had no longer struggled. He had a clear intention for Feng Xingying, and he naturally knew that he could not like anyone else, male or female.

As for that feeling, it should be a friend, or a confidant brother.

...

Feng Xingying was distracted, lazily enjoying the feeling of hanging on Leng Wang's body.

He didn't want Qin Molin's footsteps to stop suddenly, causing him to lose his mind and his body's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell forward.

That's all, there was actually a woman in white kneeling in front of them, and when he pounced... he pounced on the beauty.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's reaction was fast enough, and when she was about to press on the opponent's body, her waist suddenly exerted force, a difficult waist rebounded, and her body straightened up.

She's in men's clothing now, what's the point of jumping on someone else's girl? !

Besides, if you want to pounce, you have to look at the person. The one in front of you, begging her to pounce and she won't pounce.

Feng Xingying rebounded, straightened up, returned to Qin Molin's side, and glanced at Qin Molin helplessly.

Qin Molin was also looking at her with a playful smile on his face.

On purpose, he must have done it on purpose! !

Who said that His Royal Highness Leng Wang is serious and never black-bellied?

Stand up quickly, I promise not to kill him.

And this black guy is never allowed to pierce him, otherwise, he will suffer inhuman torture.

Feng Xingying didn't want to be hanged as a spirit beast again. She is a person and not a flag.

The woman on her knees has the most complicated mood at this time.

How should I put it, if this bastard really dared to pounce on her, she would hate him to death, or kill him on the spot to prove his innocence!

But he jumped halfway and forcibly retreated, the whole action was full of reluctance, and it hurt her very much. Feelings, this boy despised her?