Chapter 4

"I see." Qin Mo Lin seems to have found something and says with a smile: "you are really talented. Your fire spirit talent can compete with the nine Yin Jue pulse."

"Is there a way out?" Feng Xingying said that it's all fake if he doesn't move. His eyes are shining with expectation.

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

If you don't want to practice, it's all false.

Although she was good at ancient martial arts, she was confident to train her body. If you can awaken your spiritual power, it's OK.

"Give me a kiss and I'll let you know." Qin Mo Lin's face is as beautiful as the fairy in the painting.

Feng Xingying was absorbed in it, but he shook his head firmly. He cursed the evil in his heart and turned his head obstinately.

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

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

Only this time, Feng Xingying felt more than beautiful. His lips were hot as fire. He pried her teeth gently, and the flame entered her mouth and circled into her body.

Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, just intuition, he won't hurt her.

And she always believed in her intuition.

In this matter, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice in his body and wanted to resist the flame.

For a while, it was bitterly cold, and for a while, it was like the heat in the flames.

The lip is divided.

Feng Xingying shivers all over in pain, but he bites his lips and refuses to let himself hum.

"If you can't bear the pain, just squeak. I'll help you suppress it, but from then on, you can only continue to be your vase." Qin Molin's voice, like bewitching, rings in Feng Xingying's ear.

His lips were close to her earlobe, where he saw a small red mark. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and gently put it on the mark.

He seems to have known her answer.

He shouldn't have asked.

If he were himself, he would make the same choice.

"I will not give up."

Feng Xingying's voice trembled, intermittent, and then still clenched his lips.

A little bit of enchanting blood color, dyed on the soft lips of Yingfen, slowly rippled, dyed her lips into brilliant red, originally soft and green with a little pale lips, at this time, just like the blooming Manshu shahua, full of the temptation of family name.

Looking at such a shadow of Feng Xing, the smile of Qin Mo Lin's lips is more obvious.

Maybe, this little girl can really

Qin Molin's eyes became more and more profound.

Pain, heart splitting.

What she tore was not her body, but the extreme ice deep into her bone marrow and the burning flame burning her heart.

The consciousness of Feng Xingying is passing through the extreme cold and flame.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Feng Xingying said in his heart.

If you are cruel, who can match her Youying?

Be cruel to the enemy, even harder to yourself.

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

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

What are flames and ice? She walked through the sea of blood.

What is the pain?

Feng Xingying kept a strange posture and sat quietly by the campfire, covered with a layer of ice, like a crystal clear ice sculpture.

Under the cold ice, her heart is getting hotter and hotter, like a burst of magma, penetrating through the ice.

……

Feng Xingying woke up in the morning.

Qin Molin is no longer there, only the bonfire beside her is still burning quietly.

A trace of warmth rose in Feng Xingying's heart.

Stretching out his right hand, a hot flame about the size of a fingernail, beating like life in the palm of Feng Xingying's hand.

Spirit, she has finally reached.

He is also known as the most terrible fire spirit.

Feng Xingying turns around and walks to the broken temple not far behind him.

The blood of last night is still fresh in my mind, and the bodies of those evil people are still in the temple. It's inevitable that some people will come to explore.

And she is always afraid of trouble.

Feng Xingying raises his slender hands without expression and throws the small fireball in his hands to the broken Temple behind him.

The next moment, her palm and floating a small fireball.

Throw out again, the direction is still broken temple.

One, one after another.

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

Feng Xingying turned around, listening to the roaring fire behind him, with no pity on his face.Since you don't want me to go back, I will go back.

As for those who are in debt, they must pay off one by one.

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