Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty First Old Story One

Feng Tianhao glanced at Feng Xingying helplessly, feeling that he was out of breath when facing the superior.

The sense of oppression Feng Xingying gave him was even stronger than that of his eldest brother back then.

Send him to see big brother?

Just to kill him?

Only then did Feng Tianhao notice that Feng Xingying's strength had reached the pinnacle of spiritual masters!

"Are you going to advance again? Do you want the second uncle to help?"

"I dare not."

Just a joke, do you want Feng Tianhao to help? Then didn't she just bring a time bomb, so that she could make up for it at any time when she was in danger?

Feng Xingying absolutely had reason to believe that her good second uncle must have killed her with a knife, not a monster!

Feng Tianhao seemed to know that the family card was useless, so he finally released his big move: "As long as you can let me see Renjian, I will tell you a secret."

"Not uncommon." Feng Xingying refused immediately.

To beg King Leng for him? Does he fit too? He really thought he was Feng Xingying's father.

Looking at Feng Xingying's dashing back, Feng Tianhao almost shouted, "Aren't you ignorant about the cause of your father's death?"

Feng Xingying stopped: "Speak."

"You take me to find Ren Jian first."

"Okay." Feng Xingying really wasn't afraid that Feng Tianhao could play anything, especially in the Leng Wangfu.

Qin Molin's anxious face has never cleared up in the past two days, and his originally cold face has become more serious and solemn.

When Feng Tianhao saw Qin Molin's angry face, he even knelt down involuntarily.

It is a worship that comes from the heart.

Qin Molin acted as if he didn't see it, but instead held Feng Xingying's little hand tightly.

There were a lot of things I wanted to ask her, but when I saw it, I didn't know how to say it, so I just wanted to simply hug her.

She thought so and did it.

When Qin Molin stretched out his hands and hugged Feng Xingying tightly in his arms, wishing to rub her into his chest, Feng Xingying actually stretched out his soft arms and gently hugged his waist.

The picture is harmonious and beautiful, and people can't help but feel envious.

Feng Tianhao only felt as if time had flowed back to when he was young. The first time he saw his eldest brother and that woman of unknown origin hugging in the yard, it was such a picture.

Feng Xingying had a bit of an imagination with that woman, especially those eyes that fascinated her soul, no wonder she was so fascinated by men that men fell for her.

Qin Molin whispered in Feng Xingying's ear, "Why did he let you out so quickly?"

"You know that someone has caught me, but you don't save me?" Feng Xingying's tone was a little dissatisfied, but more of a coquettish coquettishness.

In a word, scratched Qin Molin's heart.

"I've been there, just." Qin Molin didn't know how to explain.

Feng Xingying didn't push him away, but teased with great interest: "I didn't expect that our omnipotent Highness King Leng also has people who are afraid."

"Of course not." Qin Molin felt so wronged! "I just think that others are not bad, and they are patient enough to teach you. If you take him as your teacher, no one will dare to bully you again, and your cultivation speed will be able to improve by leaps and bounds in the future."

"I didn't worship him as a teacher." Feng Xingying looked proud: "He felt that he was inferior to my master, so he gave up."

Seeing Feng Xingying's proud and gentle appearance, Qin Molin couldn't help but hug him tighter.

What is going on now, as soon as I hear her voice, the body will have a raw urge. It was obvious that he had to kiss her lips before.