The 212th Chapter Soul Realm, Presumptuous One by One

In front of Feng Xingying, he is not the towering pavilion master of Tongtian, he is just a young man caught in the fog of love.

He was afraid of her uncertainty.

Fortunately, Feng Xingying's behavior caused a stone in his heart to fall.

But Feng Xingying's current appearance made him extremely distressed.

"It's cheap for them!" Qin Molin hugged Feng Xingying with a sullen look, helped her to sit down, and leaned her soft body against him.

"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you, always with you. Next time, I won't be late."

"Well." Feng Xingying's consciousness was a little confused, but she insisted and refused to leave.

Her soul power is extremely unstable due to the influence of the soul fruit, and it is difficult to sustain it any longer.

But she was stubbornly unwilling to leave, only if she lasted longer, the effect of the medicine would last longer.

Once she leaves this soul realm and experiences a life and death, the medicinal power of the soul fruit will be useless.

Especially seeing his familiar face, she felt more at ease.

Qin Molin wiped the blood stains on Feng Xingying's face with slender jade-white fingers in distress.

His fingers were quickly dyed with a layer of coquettish red.

There was pity in his eyes.

He can't wait to endure all this for her.

"If I had made up my mind earlier, if I had given up all my worries to accompany you in, you would not have been bullied.

It's my fault, it's all my fault. "Qin Molin's voice was clearly very pleasant, but at this moment there was a trace of choking pain.

He felt her pain, and he felt anxious.

He wants to bear all this for her, he wants to spoil her and let her be beside him.

But he brought her into this painful illusion, and he almost caused her to be bullied.

Feng Xingying never let her down.

He knew she was strong, stronger than he saw.

But she was so fragile, as if she could be crushed with force, making him so distressed that he didn't dare to move rashly.

His hand brushed her cheek little by little.

From the corners of the eyes to the tip of the nose, from the ear to the soft lips, from the hair to the delicate neck.

His hands were stained with blood, and his fingertips were stained with her warmth.

Qin Molin's body became hot uncontrollably.

His eyes were staring at her face.

He held her small head with pity, and his fiery lips fell on her bright jade-like forehead.

Her cold temperature made him nostalgic.

Little by little his lips slid down her eyelids.

His breath was hot and humid on her cheeks.

Feng Xingying just couldn't move, but her senses were more sensitive.

She could feel everything he did.

Through his careful movements, she could also feel the heat in his heart.

His heart for her will not be false.

Feng Xingying was even a little scared.

She was not ready to meet such an emotion.

If he is just King Leng, she can still look forward to it, looking forward to joining hands with him for a long time, looking forward to him accepting her concept, and living a life together.

But he is the towering pavilion master of Tongtian, and she is too far away from his world.

She didn't know whether he would need to intermarry, or even have many women. This was the most intolerable thing for Feng Xingying.

She didn't want to be his accessory either. Feng Xingying admitted that she was not that great. For her love, she could not sacrifice everything, such as freedom and dignity.

But here is the soul realm. If they are destined to have no results, can they be forgotten once here?

When his hot and wet lips landed on her cold soft lips, Feng Xingying's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This time, she didn't dodge, but lightly opened her lips and took the initiative to welcome his arrival.