Feng Xingying's burst of nine Yin Jue pulse is more fierce than that of the last time. Even Qin Molin can't wake her up.

But Feng Xingying's heart is very quiet.

In her previous life, she wanted to be the best, the strongest doctor, the strongest killer. She never wanted to rely on anyone for a moment, because no one was worth relying on.

But in this life, suddenly there is such a hand on her shoulder, enduring the piercing ice, to relieve the pain of ice for her.

She felt at ease for no reason.

Is it not bad to be taken care of?

Feng Xingying squinted and went to sleep soundly.

Even though the ice spring is bitterly cold, it is as warm as a hot spring for Feng Xingying.

What is more terrible than the cold in her nine Yin Jue pulse?

Until, the ice on Feng Xingying's body turns into pulse ice flow, her blood starts to beat again, and the fire power in her veins starts to ignite again.

The elves in Xihuang sword return the spirit power to Fengxing shadow.

Qin Molin broke out in a cold sweat, and his tight lips finally burst into a relaxed radian.

She's okay.

Wait, he must teach her a lesson. How can he not cherish his life?

What if you lose the fight? She and he!

Why can't she ask for help like him?

As long as she spoke, even a look, he would help her.

But she didn't! Because she is a star shadow!

She still doesn't believe him?

Qin Molin's face became more and more ugly.

Just lowered his head, see the moonlight sealed star shadow that every day sleeping face, the dimples on his lips with a trace of sweet warmth.

This kind of shadow is not like the cold in ordinary days, but more like a lovely porcelain doll.

He took a deep breath, his blood ignited and his temperature rose.

Fortunately, with the suppression of ice spring, Qin Molin himself ignored this change.

Feng Xingying seems to be dreaming. In her dream, she seems to encounter something unhappy. Her long eyelashes quiver slightly like a small brush, brushing from the bottom of his heart, which makes him warm.

He could no longer control his energy, his blood continued to boil, and his eyes turned pale red.

Qin Molin frowned slightly. He felt his change and knew that he would not be able to control himself.

Not even the ice spring?

Maybe it's too close to Feng Xingying.

He pushed her away.

The sleeping Feng Xingying falls quietly and sinks to the bottom of the water.

The sound of gududu falling into the water made Qin Molin suddenly feel surprised. He frowned slightly and followed her to the bottom of the water.

The icy cold of the icy spring water made Qin Molin recover some sense, and his red eyes were replaced by the deep dark.

He extended his arm over her shoulder.

Her long hair, like a waterfall, sprinkled on his arm and wrapped around his arm and body.

Qin Molin was stunned.

He likes the feeling of being entangled by her long hair.

The last time he held her as the leader of Tongtian Pavilion, he found out.

Otherwise, the leader of Tongtian Pavilion will not be shamelessly out of the speed of ordinary people.

This time, in the water, her long hair looked softer and brighter.

In particular, the sleeping Feng Xingying is a little more gentle and graceful than when she is awake, and even her long hair becomes more supple.

Qin Molin frowned unconsciously.

It's said that the Lord of Tongtian Pavilion hates women most and doesn't allow women to approach half a step.

Once upon a time, he did.

Rao is a fairy like beauty. Once he gets close to him, Qin Molin will feel uncomfortable and can't help throwing people out.

Why does Feng Xingying think that women are not so annoying.

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