Chapter 644: Imprisonment One: His Masterpiece

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Until, the scene around them suddenly changed. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net W wW.Ai Qu 】

Feng Xingying felt that he had come to a big forest with colorful ink, and the scenery here was strange.

Qin Molin is still continuing, he is really, his physical strength is too good!

"I'm so tired."

Feng Xingying's lips overflowed with a soft and boneless voice of protest.

Only when the voice came out, she was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to burrow into.

Is this her voice? Why so cute and fluffy?

She definitely didn't do it on purpose, but she really couldn't get the slightest bit of strength.

It has been two days and two nights.

If it weren't for her Lingwu fellow practitioner, her body wouldn't be able to endure such torment.

"Where is this place?" Feng Xingying was even more curious. They were clearly suspended in the sky, swept up in Qin Molin's enchantment, allowing him to pick them wildly.

Why did it suddenly change to a virgin forest?

The trees in this virgin forest are all black in color, which looks a little depressing, but it is quite magnificent, and the scenery is somewhat different from that of Yunxi Continent.

"My space. It's great, you can come in too. From now on, we can be in the space every day," Qin Molin's lips curled up with a hint of evil charm, a few drops of sweat dripped from his sexy cheeks, and he said the last Two words: "Love each other."

Feng Xingying's face instantly flushed red.

You bastard, thinking about that!

It's just that Feng Xingying didn't have time to think about it soon, and his actions became more and more violent, like a rain that suddenly turned into a shower.

"Um... ah..."

This is Qin Molin's world, and Feng Xingying doesn't have to have too many scruples. He can indulge in those shameful and happy voices that flow from his lips and teeth.

What he wanted, what he wanted, the happiness he brought her.

He finally heard.

Her voice was crisp and smooth, but not coquettish, like a kitten's cry, which made one's heart itch.

She is now like a porcelain doll that screams when she touches her. He wished he had to stop touching her and let her keep making such noises.

This is his masterpiece.

Qin Molin also let out a suppressed growl, his body more powerful.

Until, he suddenly tightened his body, his body was like an erupting volcano, and hot magma spewed out.

"what!!"

Feng Xingying's eyes were scalded and her whole body was trembling, she couldn't help but let out a low groan, subconsciously sticking closely to him.

She hugged his bare shoulders tightly, in order not to make her voice too embarrassing, she bit on his shoulder, leaving two neat rows of teeth marks.

He closed his eyes and hugged her tightly. The magma was still erupting. He wanted to use his own temperature to completely set her on fire.

He did it, and at the moment there is only satisfaction and unsatisfactory.

Her skin, which was as cool as jade, had already been dyed with a layer of warm red at this time, and it was warm, like a green apple being ripened into pink.

This is all his credit.

Qin Molin felt that his heart was sweet, for his sense of achievement.

But Feng Xingying was too tired to lift his fingers.

This bastard! Physical strength is horrible.

But she is a great spiritual master and a great martial artist, and her spirit is surprisingly good.

She still buried her head in his chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat and scorching temperature.

After seeing the row of teeth marks, Feng Xingying stretched out her hand embarrassedly and gently rubbed the row of teeth marks.

It's just that her fingers are like the best stimulant, igniting his emotions again.

She could feel his rising temperature again, and the feeling of the clone buried in her, growing again.

Feng Xingying was a little scared, this guy is not a normal person at all! Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.