The Three Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Have a Heart

Only now, after Mrs. Guo's charm and the peach blossom curtain induced the primitive inner desire, Ji Jue also began to become a little crazy.

As a man, his beauty is no less than that of Mrs. Guo.

At this time, he seemed to have been blackened, with a hint of evil spirit on his face, and walked towards Feng Xingying step by step.

Feng Xingying was half lying on the ground, quietly watching him approach.

She smiled suddenly, a little weirdly.

At this moment, blood gurgled from the corners of Feng Xingying's lips, and the stimulation of labor pains brought her back to her senses temporarily.

The next moment, Feng Xingying disappeared in front of Ji Jue.

Without Madam Guo's deliberate restraint, Feng Xingying could finally return to the Xihuangjian space.

Only this time, Feng Xingying's situation was a bit miserable.

She is also a human being. She has no way to control her emotions perfectly. To get rid of Mrs. Guo's medicine temporarily, Feng Xingying's only way is to bite her tongue.

The pain that went deep into the bone marrow temporarily restored Feng Xingying's sanity, and was able to temporarily return to the space.

This time, she still underestimated the enemy.

She had thought about how to deal with Mrs. Guo's ruthlessness, but she had never thought about this Mrs. Guo, who turned out to be "too much affection!"

Feng Xingying is a little different from ordinary people.

After others are urged*, they will get hot all over, but she is the opposite, she is cold all over.

But the effect is the same.

She was so cold that she just wanted to find a heat source to lean over.

Feng Xingying felt ashamed of this physical instinct.

Even with shame, she couldn't resist her body's instincts.

It was only when Ji Jue approached her that all she thought about was the taste of Qin Molin, and she felt a different aura that woke her up.

If that person was Qin Molin, maybe she wouldn't wake up.

Or, there is no one in her heart, and she will succumb to the instinct of the body.

After entering the Xihuangjian space, Feng Xingying was thrown by Lihuang Tianzun onto the fiery heart-burning bed, where he was scorched by the raging flames.

Even though it was scorched by the flames, Feng Xingying still felt icy cold.

Cold to the extreme, Feng Xingying took out the jasper flute, but didn't have the strength to blow it, just murmured a name:

"Qin Molin"

...

The top of Linshan.

Known as an out-of-this-world place.

There is a powerful enchantment there, and ordinary mortals or low-level spirits will be blocked by the enchantment, and they can only see the immortal mountains that are out of reach.

Qin Molin's figure suddenly appeared in the teleportation formation at the foot of the mountain.

Outside the array, the luxurious lady who had been guarding her face had a proud and smug smile on her face.

He came back after all, for her.

The woman shouted from a distance, "Lin'er."

Unexpectedly, Qin Molin only glanced at her, nodded at her, and threw a storage bag in the past, and then re-entered the teleportation formation.

The woman was a little confused, her eyes were full of nostalgia and unwillingness, but she could only watch him disappear in front of her eyes.

"Madam." The black-clothed guard bowed to the woman, but it was no longer a kneeling salute.

"Go follow Lin'er and see what he does."

"This... is not very good. The third young master doesn't like being followed. I'm afraid,"

"What are you afraid of? If something goes wrong, just push it on me. I don't believe it. His wings are so hard that he doesn't even want his own mother!"

The man in black secretly raised his eyes.

Really wanted to tell her, you guessed it right.

Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing, he still re-entered the teleportation array immediately. Be obedient and go to accompany the third young master.

As for the third young master, who cares who is unlucky, and it's not that Madam doesn't know.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the rude girl in the Third Young Master's courtyard.

Maybe he will listen to her?