Chapter 9 3 to 5 in Heat

After two days of recuperation, Feng Xingying has basically figured out what aura is, but there is no way to cultivate, she can only let it grow naturally.

Her little fireball grew a little, but it was still small and pitiful, but Feng Xingying was obviously satisfied with its power.

Burning two people in just two days is as brutal as its owner.

It's just that the frail body of this young lady was tossed a little bit by Feng Xingying.

Without the method of cultivation, she can only train her physical fitness first. Regardless of whether there is a gain with spiritual power, having a strong physique always has multiple trump cards.

Especially against Feng Yuelu, Feng Xingying was even more certain that as long as she practiced the ancient martial arts of her previous life well and enhanced her physique and speed, even if she had no spiritual power, she would still be able to defeat the spirit person.

At least like Feng Yuelu, she can take care of seven or eight easily.

If he reaches Qin Molin's level, he probably won't be able to do anything, because his spiritual power is already strong enough to imprison people with air, and Feng Xingying has no power to fight back in front of him.

"Come out." Feng Xingying, who was posing in a strange posture and forcing her body to expel impurities, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the big tree beside her.

There was someone behind the tree, she couldn't see it, but she was absolutely sure.

As soon as Feng Xingying finished speaking, she could no longer speak.

Because her lips had been roughly blocked by someone at this time, the fiery tongue roughly pried open her shell teeth, and gradually penetrated, entangled her small tongue, and set her body on fire.

Feng Xingying blinked, the long eyelashes brushed across the man's face like a small brush, brushing him all over his body, he involuntarily hugged Feng Xingying tighter, and the kiss became more focused and intense. Like a raging ocean wave, it swept her away.

Although his skin looked white from a distance, it was a little bronzed from a close up, especially at this moment, it was even more reddened with emotion, making people want to take a bite.

The bridge of his nose is fully erect, and the rosy and plump lips are covering Feng Xingying's lips with emotion.

With such a man in front of him, even Feng Xingying couldn't help but feel a little stunned. Familiar smell, not unpleasant feeling.

Heart, wanting to sink uncontrollably.

But at the next moment, Feng Xingying decisively pulled the silver hairpin off his head and pinned it neatly on the man in front of him.

"call."

He let out a long breath, grabbed Feng Xingying's slender waist, and flew up together.

Falling down again, it is already the highest point of the roof.

When the cool wind blew, Feng Xingying looked strangely at the man beside him. He was also looking at her. His eyes were like the stars in the darkest night, shining with layers of deep light. people fall into.

Feng Xingying's concentration is obviously good, but he turned his head helplessly: "You are sick, right? You are in heat every three to five?"

She knew he had to.

But why are you looking for her?

Qin Molin didn't answer, just looked at Feng Xingying with a slightly raised corner of his lips.

After returning to normal, he was also much colder.

She solved such an embarrassing poison for him twice, and he cleared the meridians for her to obtain the qualification of spiritual practitioner.

They seem to have evened out.

Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying's small hand domineeringly, and awkwardly stuffed the pitch-black balls into her palm.

Feng Xingying took the ball and looked up and down. The left side was just a soft, dark and hairless little ball with some Q bombs. What was it doing? It's not always a toy, is it?

Feng Xingying looked at Qin Molin inquiringly.

The corners of Qin Molin's lips curled into a perfect arc, and he couldn't help but reach out and pat Feng Xingying's little head:

"If you can succeed, this king can promise you one thing."

"Success?" Feng Xingying looked confused, what kind of success? A ball is not an egg, and there is no sign of life. What is this going to do?

Unfortunately, before she could react, he made a domineering decision.

"Of course, if you can't, you have to do something for this king." Qin Molin took Feng Xingying's hand and patted it gently: "The bet is established."

"Hey, I didn't agree!" Feng Xingying protested helplessly.

Unfortunately, he has disappeared.

This domineering guy is somewhat similar to the cold king in the rumors, and he doesn't give anyone a chance to refuse anything he does.

"Hmph, I didn't agree anyway. If I lose, I won't admit it." Feng Xingying pouted helplessly, and immediately kneaded against the black ball:

"Hmph, I don't believe that I can't take care of this little thing like you in a year!"

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