Chapter 165 Self-Inflicted Sin, Type 3: Anger

Feng Xingying and Qin Molin, just one after the other, two guys in men's clothes, sitting ambiguous on the back of the Moyu Lion King, drew a fiery red trace from the sky.

Before Feng Xingying could figure out the situation, Qin Molin had already left her and turned away.

If he came in a strange way, he went in an inexplicable way.

Feng Xingying didn't have time to think about whether or not she was showing off, because the situation in front of her was too much for her to think about.

When she arrived, the little A Zi was burning her spiritual power with despair on her face, and her whole body turned into a small fireball, rushing forward desperately.

Directly in front of A Zi, a man and a woman looked at the thin girl in front of her with a mocking expression as if they were looking at a clown.

In their eyes, A Zi is just a little spirit. Even if the fire of life is ignited and his life is given away in vain, what can they do?

Really, the enemy's road is narrow.

These two are really familiar to her, too familiar.

Among them, the man who shakes the feather fan lightly, pretends to be 13 on his face, thinks he is handsome, is unparalleled in the world, and fascinates all beings, isn't that her good cousin Feng Renjian?

Next to him was a girl in pink, with an egg-shaped face, charming and charming.

Another acquaintance, Gu Dandan, a disciple of Shendan Valley!

How old are these two, a great spiritual master and a spiritual master, bullying a ten-year-old girl?

Feng Xingying can't watch anymore!

The sunny face belonging to Ye Xing appeared in front of A Zi.

But Azi's mood is obviously very unstable. After she struggled for a while, the flames on her body did not disappear, and she made a sound like crazy:

"I want to die with you, let's all die together."

Such despair should not appear on a little girl.

Feng Xingying stretched out her hands, ignoring the flames on Wei Lanzi's body, and wanted to hold her in her arms.

While holding A Zi, two cute flame balls appeared on Feng Xingying's body, swallowing the blazing flames on Wei Lanzi's body.

Wei Lanzi raised his head guiltily, and met Feng Xingying's sunny smile.

"Brother Ye Xing." A Zi finally cried out in grievance: "Why don't you hide, if it burns you..."

"I believe in you." Feng Xingying's face only had a warm smile, which could melt all the coldness and darkness.

Feng Xingying never imagined that he could portray the warm man so perfectly.

Even Qin Molin, who was not far away, was so fascinated by her bright smile that he couldn't take his eyes away.

"Don't cry, tell my brother, what happened, okay?" Feng Xingying's voice was magnetic and warm, and had the ability to iron people's hearts.

"Okay." A Zi angrily glanced at Feng Renjian and Gu Dandan not far away, ready to speak.

Gu Dandan couldn't help but take a step forward: "This young man, don't be deceived by this little girl. Her uncle is poisonous, she is already crazy, and a madman can't do it right."

"Humph." Feng Xingying snorted coldly, and the powerful momentum pressed over, making Gu Dandan shiver uncontrollably.

As early as when Feng Xingying only had the strength of a spiritual master, he could forge the powerful aura of a great spiritual master.

Now that she is a spiritual master, she is enough to forge the powerful aura of a mysterious spiritual master, not to mention that he dresses up as an indescribably beautiful young master, which adds a bit of mystery to her.

Otherwise, Feng Renjian will not just wait and see, do not do anything, and do not speak.

Gu Dandan was suppressed by Feng Xingying's aura, but he was obedient, his eyes were like water, and his voice was soft: "I don't know what to call you son?"

"Ye Xing." Feng Xingying's breath subsided, returning to the gentleness of the elegant son.