Chapter 27 The Stingy Cold King
"It's cute that you look angry. I'll be more angry in the future."
Feng Xingying wants to cry but has no tears. What kind of taste is this? Obviously, when a man talks to a girl, he should make her laugh more. Why does our Lord Leng like to see people angry?
"I don't!" Feng Xingying straightened her face and sat upright.
Isn't it just riding with the cold king?
He Leng Wang is not afraid of gossip, is she still afraid of Feng Xingying?
Qin Molin rode his wind-pulling spirit beast mount, like a gust of wind, and carried Feng Xingying with him at a constant speed, galloping from the main road of Ningzhou City, and quickly surpassed Nangong Zhuo.
When passing by Nangong Zhuo, the Moyu Lion King under Qin Molin's seat unexpectedly sneezed at an inopportune moment.
Among the spirit beasts, the grade suppression is the most obvious.
A sneeze from the Moyu Lion King, pitiful Nangong Chu's one-horned white horse fell to the ground, and threw the unprepared Nangong Chu off the horse's back.
Qin Molin just ignored it and continued to carry Feng Xingying forward.
"You did it on purpose?" Feng Xingying squinted and glanced at the desperate Nangong Chu, in a good mood, and asked in a low voice.
"Then how can you thank me? If you promise me, I can accept it with reluctance." The corner of Qin Molin's lips curled up.
He didn't even notice that when he was with Feng Xingying, the corners of his lips often rose, which was completely different from the usual tight lines.
Feng Xingying simply ignored Qin Molin's unreasonable vexatiousness, and quietly looked ahead, letting the onlookers point and point without the slightest timidity.
Prince Nangong Chu, who was originally riding a white horse and was surrounded by the crowd, enjoying the screams and confessions of the girls, could only stare angrily at the pair of dogs and men who stole all his eyeballs.
When his white horse had just recovered a little bit of energy, another cloud of smoke swept through it.
"You bastard!" Nangong Chu went berserk.
However, when he saw the words "Equality King" on the carriage passing by him, he could only hold back.
The most hateful thing is that Nangong Zhuo, the king of equality who has always been low-key and reserved, did not hide in the carriage this time, but opened the doors and curtains openly and accepted the crowd.
"I heard that King Pingping has awakened, and now he is also a spirit."
"Although she is a little younger, she looks so good. My daughter is seven years old. When she grows up, she must be sent to the Prince of Equality."
"I heard that something big happened in the palace, and the prince was dismissed..."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense about that. Leave your head out?"
"Is that the eldest miss of the Feng family just now? She looks so beautiful."
Listening to the harsh discussions around, Nangong Chu's face became more and more difficult to look at.
His prince, when was he so useless that he needed to look at the faces of some people?
Feng Xingying, this bitch, just crawled out of his arms and wanted to go to Qin Molin's bed impatiently?
I don't even think about Qin Molin's identity and origin, otherwise he would be afraid of a little prince if he was a dignified prince? It is not Qin Molin's identity, but also his terrifying aptitude and strength.
Just relying on her delicate vase, do you want to contaminate Qin Molin? Seeing that she was abandoned in the future, it is not the same as crying and kneeling in front of him, Nangong Chu, begging for adoption.
As for Nangong Zhuo, it's just a useless thing. His father is useless. He doesn't dare to grab the throne and only wants to be a stable and equal king. It is destined that their family will forever lose the chance to stand at the top. He dares to be that demon girl. to start?
Just wait, when he Nangong Chu inherits the throne, he will naturally find them back in a stroke.
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