Chapter 4 Ice and Fire II

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

"Is there a way to save it?" Feng Xingying said that it was false to say that she was not moved, and her eyes flashed with anticipation.

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

If you say you don't want to cultivate, that's all false.

Although she was good at ancient martial arts before, she also had the confidence to train her body. There are many skills that do not overwhelm the body. If you can awaken spiritual power, it is not a bad idea.

"Kiss me and I'll tell you." A sinister smile hung on the corner of Qin Molin's lips, and his face was as beautiful as a fairy in a picture.

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

His hand was as warm as jade, gently resting on her shoulder to straighten her cheek.

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

Only this time, Feng Xingying felt more than charming, his lips were hot as fire, he gently pried open her teeth, and more flames entered her mouth and circled into her body.

Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, it was just intuition that he would not harm her.

And she never trusted her instincts.

Just about this, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice in his body, and wanted to resist that layer of flame.

For a while it was freezing cold, and for a while it was scorching hot like being in a raging flame.

Lip points.

Feng Xingying trembled in pain, but bit her lip and refused to let herself snort.

"If you can't bear this kind of 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 beside Feng Xingying's ears like a bewitching voice.

His lips were close to her earlobe, and when he saw a small red mark there, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking the mark lightly.

It seemed that he already knew her answer.

He shouldn't have asked.

If it was him, he would have made the same choice.

"I will not give up."

Feng Xingying's voice was trembling and intermittent, and then she still bit her lips.

A bit of flirtatious blood dyed on the soft lips of Yingfen, slowly rippling, dyeing her lips a brilliant red, the originally tender and green lips were slightly pale, but now they are like blooming Manshu Shahua, full of surname temptation.

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

Perhaps, this little girl can really...

Qin Molin's eyes became deeper and deeper.

Painful, heartbreaking.

It was not her body that was torn apart, but the extreme ice that penetrated her bones and the blazing flames that burned her heart.

Feng Xingying's consciousness traveled 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 tough on the enemy, and even tougher on yourself.

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

Feng Xingying never believed in fate, she only believed in herself. She never believed she couldn't make it through.

What are flames and ice? She has walked through the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​blood.

What is this pain for?

Feng Xingying just kept a strange posture, sitting quietly beside the bonfire, covered with a layer of ice, like a crystal ice sculpture.

Under the cold ice, her heart was getting hotter and hotter, like a burst of magma, penetrating the ice layer and flourishing.

...

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

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

Feng Xingying felt a hint of warmth in her heart.

He stretched out his right hand, and a scorching flame the size of a fingernail, like life, was beating in Feng Xingying's hand.

Spirit, she has finally reached.

And he is the most terrifying Fire Elementalist.

Feng Xingying turned around and walked towards the ruined temple not far behind with a deep gaze.

The bloodshed last night is still fresh in my mind, and the bodies of those sinful people are still in the temple. Some people will come to find out.

And she has always been a person who is afraid of trouble.

Feng Xingying raised his slender hand expressionlessly, and threw the small fireball in his hand to the ruined temple behind him.

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

Throw it out again, and the direction is still the broken temple.

One, then another.

The wooden walls are getting more and more burning in the fire, and even the corpses inside will eventually become ashes.

Feng Xingying turned around and listened to the fire whistling behind him, without a trace of pity on his face.

Since you don't want me to go back, I, Feng Xingying, want to go back.

As for those who owe them, they will eventually have to pay off them one by one.

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