Chapter Five Hundred and Thirteenth Disaster Water Constitution Two

Feng Xingying was confused when he was swept away.

Really rolled away.

Qin Molin rolled up Feng Xingying's cloak and took Feng Xingying into his arms, then rode his four hoofs and stepped on the black dark flame and the pure black fur Moyu Lion King, and fled away.

He, Qin Molin's woman, doesn't need anyone's sympathy, nor anyone's pointing.

Fortunately, Qin Molin did not leave the academy with Feng Xingying, but went to Xinghuang Garden, Feng Xingying's residence in the academy.

Along the way, the atmosphere between the two was a little quiet.

Why doesn't Qin Molin touch her?

Feng Xingying felt a little incredible, this Qin Molin is fake again, right?

"If you want to ask, just say it." Qin Molin reluctantly tapped Feng Xingying's little head.

Feng Xingying stuck out her tongue and said stubbornly, "Actually, I can ask the master."

"So you think I'm not as good as your master?" Qin Molin's face was scarier than the summer weather, too fickle!

However, his face is really nice.

Feng Xingying just turned her head and was a little distracted.

This perfect man with no flaws and every detail is so beautiful, is it really alive in front of her?

If I really want to kidnap him to modern times, I will definitely become popular in the entertainment industry and become a national male god. In this way, Feng Xingying can be specially responsible for collecting money and act as a bodyguard for the male god by the way.

Well, no!

How can her people be seen casually?

Seeing the blurred brilliance in Feng Xingying's eyes, she couldn't help laughing out indulgently.

Feng Xingying then returned to God.

Ah, got caught now!

Fortunately, he should, I don't know what was in her mind?

Feng Xingying secretly glanced at Qin Molin with a guilty conscience, and found that he was looking at her with a smile on his face.

Hmph, pretend to be high-level!

He must have guessed everything on his face, and then made her feel guilty. Feng Xingying would also play this tactic.

She is not fooled!

Seeing Feng Xingying's small mouth pouting, Qin Molin couldn't help laughing dotingly.

"Is it that funny?" Feng Xingying really couldn't do anything about him.

He is the one who can turn the goddess into a female nerve alive!

And the most speechless thing about Qin Molin is.

It was obvious that he first flirted with people, then turned his head and put on a serious face, as if you don't mess around, I'll tell you something serious.

Like now...

"Actually, the psychic physique is a very high-quality physique. The tolerance for spiritual power is almost perfect. It ranks first among various physiques."

Is that so!

Feng Xingying looked proud.

"Unfortunately, this physique has another name. Want to know?"

If you want to know, I'll give you a kiss, right?

The trick is too deep!

"I don't want to!" Feng Xingying turned her head arrogantly.

Forehead.

"Really don't want to?"

"Humph."

As if guessing Feng Xingying's thoughts, Qin Molin suddenly leaned over.

The cherry lips were choked, Feng Xingying wanted to hide, but his hand was placed behind her head at the right time.

This bastard!

more and more proficient.

The early summer wind blew warmly on her face, causing a flush of crimson.

He seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

There was a trembling between Qin Molin's lips.

After that, it was the softest entanglement, which brought her a delicate, soft, yet irresistible touch.

A kiss is over.

The blush on Feng Xingying's face became brighter and brighter, and there were waves like water flowing in her eyes.

What, suddenly stopped?

Feng Xingying looked up, only to realize that it was already here.

This bastard!