Chapter 9

In the past two days, Feng Xingying has basically figured out what aura is, but there is no way to cultivate it. She can only let it grow naturally.

Her small fireball grew up a small circle, but still small pitiful, but power, obviously make Feng Xingying very satisfied.

It burned two people in just two days. It's as fierce as its owner.

But the weak body of the daughter was a little miserable by the star shadow.

Without practice, she can only train her physical ability well. Whether or not there are gains with psychic power, there are always many cards to have a strong body.

Especially when she fights with Feng Yuelu, Feng Xingying is more sure that as long as she practices the ancient martial arts of the previous life and improves her physique and speed, she can still defeat the spirit even if she has no spiritual power.

At least like Feng Yuelu, she can pick up seven or eight.

If we get to Qin Molin's level, we can't help it, because his spiritual power is 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 in a strange posture and forced his body to discharge impurities, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the big tree.

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

As soon as Feng Xingying's voice fell, he couldn't speak any more.

Because her lips had been rudely blocked at this time, her fiery tongue rudely pried open her shell teeth, gradually pushed in, wrapped her little tongue, and ignited her body.

Feng Xingying blinked. His long eyelashes passed the man's face like a small brush, which made him angry. He could not help holding Feng Xingying closer and kissing him more intensely. Like the surging waves, sweeping her.

Although his skin is as white as jade from a distance, it has a slight bronze color from a close view. Especially at the moment, it is a little bit emotional and slightly red, which makes people want to take a bite.

The bridge of his nose is quite straight, and the ruddy and plump lips are covering the lips of Feng Xingying.

In front of such a man, even Feng Xingying couldn't help but feel a twinkle. A familiar smell, a feeling that you don't hate.

Heart, want to sink uncontrollably.

But at the next moment, Feng Xingying pulled out the silver hairpin from his head and tied it neatly on the man in front of him.

"Hoo."

He took a long breath, took Feng Xingying's slender waist and flew together.

Again, it's the top of the roof.

When the cool wind blows, Feng Xingying looks strangely at the man around him. He is also looking at her. His eyes are like the stars in the darkest night, twinkling with layers of deep light. Just one glance, people will fall into a dilemma.

Feng Xing's fixing power was obviously good, but he didn't turn his head: "you're sick, are you in heat every three or five days?"

She knew he had to.

But why do you want her?

Qin Molin did not answer, but looked at Feng Xingying slightly.

He returned to normal, also cold a lot.

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

They seem to be even.

Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying's little hand overbearing, and put the dark balls in her palm.

Feng Xingying took the ball and looked up and down. It's just a soft, black and hairless ball with a little q-ball. What do you do? It's not a toy, is it?

Feng Xingying looks at Qin Molin questioningly.

With a perfect radian on his lips, Qin Mo Lin could not help reaching out and patting Feng Xingying's head:

"if you can succeed, I can promise you one thing."

"Success?" Feng Xingying's face is muddled. What can he do? A ball is not an egg, and there is no sign of life. What is it to do?

Unfortunately, without waiting for her reaction, he made a domineering decision.

"Of course, if you can't, you have to do something for me." Qin Molin took Feng Xingying's hand and patted it gently: "the gambling agreement is established."

"Well, I didn't agree!" Feng Xingying has no choice but to protest.

Unfortunately, he's gone.

This overbearing guy is similar to the cold king in the rumor. He doesn't give people the chance to refuse anything.

"Well, I didn't promise anyway. If I lose, I won't admit it." Feng Xingying turned his mouth helplessly and immediately kneaded the black ball:

"hum, I don't believe I can't clean up you little thing in a year!"

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