Chapter 1437 1 Farewell for 300 Years, Longing for Each Other

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"An Qianmo's."

"You don't let men go! It's just crazy!"

"... Xingying, do you doubt me, do you want to test it?"

"Huh? I didn't say anything."

"Ah……"

The blood of this girl's Baihu clan is very pure. Although she doesn't have the blood of an awakened god, her spiritual root is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

As long as one has eyesight, how can one not see that she has nothing to do with Qin Molin, Feng Xingying is deliberately messing around. She messed around because she had waited for him for three hundred years and wanted to use this method to dilute the three hundred years of missing him.

For Feng Xingying who was messing around, Qin Molin just picked her up and threw him back into his own space, preparing to teach her how to be a human being.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck so that he couldn't throw her down.

Her lips swept across his cheek clumsily, exhaling itchy breath.

Feng Xingying's initiative made Qin Molin feel as if a volcano had exploded. He couldn't help himself anymore, rushed in fiercely, and sent this seductive little fairy to the top of the cloud.

"You, you are not a saint at all, but a demon." Qin Molin said, "A demon who seduces people's soul."

"I just hooked you up, okay?" Feng Xingying rolled his eyes.

"How many more do you want to tick? It means that you despise me now, and I can't satisfy you by myself? Huh?"

"Where is it? You are a heroic old man, and the little girl is willing to bow down."

"Heh, surrendering before the war started is not like your Feng Xingying style."

So what are you going to do?

Feng Xingying simply ignored him, anyway, no matter what he said, he couldn't stop the enthusiasm of a man who parted with him in October.

It took him ten months to part, but to her it was a full three hundred days. Her longing spread more thoroughly, turning into a pool of spring water, with boundless charm.

Seven days later, he stopped attacking her, hugged the soft and boneless little woman tightly in his arms, soaked in the hot spring together, and looked at the moonlight.

Feng Xingying couldn't muster any strength at all, she just wanted to take a dip quietly.

Her physical strength is completely fine, and she can fight for another seven days, but her spirit is already extremely exhausted, and she just wants to have a good sleep.

She had been sleepy for a long time, and in the next few days, she responded with her body's instincts, but he grabbed her and refused to let go.

"Sleep, I'll watch over you."

"Well, you are not allowed to guard yourself."

"Okay." Qin Molin scratched Feng Xingying's little nose amusingly.

Feng Xingying took advantage of the situation and took his arm as a pillow, and mumbled, "I'm going to drink fish soup tomorrow, do you know what it's like to not eat something you made for three hundred years?"

Feng Xingying's words made Qin Molin's heart inexplicably sore.

He has been in love for less than a year, but Feng Xingying has been waiting for him for three hundred years.

"I will go out to do business in the future, and I will definitely come back to see you once a month. I will never let you wait alone again."

Feng Xingying didn't know if he heard it, so he hummed in a daze.

It doesn't matter if she can hear or not, it's his decision, he just needs to remember it.

When Feng Xingying woke up, she slept until the sun was high, and the strong smell of fish soup woke her up, as well as her favorite roasted elk meat.

"I'm relieved that your cooking skills haven't improved." Feng Xingying sipped the fish soup, talking incoherently.

"why?"

"This proves that you didn't do it for others."

"Oh, stupid!" Qin Molin tapped Feng Xingying's forehead lightly: "Do you think that everyone in the world is worthy of my Qin Molin cooking? Except you, Feng Xingying, even I myself can't let me into the kitchen."