Chapter 742 Qin Molin's Experience Seven

Cultivating with Qin Molin, Feng Xingying not only became more stable in her spiritual realm, but she also became more and more aware of the power of the stars that she had been struggling with.

Another day, thirteen-year-old Qin Molin.

The greenness on his face faded a little, and he began to wear a few traces of the coldness unique to the Leng Wang.

In the afternoon, Qin Molin ended his practice half an hour earlier.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xingying asked.

With a cold face, he didn't answer.

Very good, very Qin Molin.

Feng Xingying has long been accustomed to Qin Molin's way of getting along.

He didn't answer, she just followed.

When Feng Xingying saw Qin Molin condensed into countless strands of wood spirit power and went deep into the water, and snared the fish with great fanfare, she knew that this guy remembered to make fish for her.

Qin Molin is probably a perfectionist.

He picked a whole net of fish one by one. After picking them, he chose three that he thought were the most fat, thin, and the most suitable size, before turning around and going back.

He obviously didn't turn his head, but there seemed to be eyes behind him.

"If you haven't come back yet, do you want to feed the fish?"

This was obviously said to Feng Xingying.

Feng Xingying's lips curled into a smile,

His Royal Highness Leng Wang did not seem to be as cold as he imagined.

At least he still cares if she keeps up.

Feng Xingying pursed her lips and followed Qin Molin obediently.

"What did you dream about last night?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's all boring stuff, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Sure. I'll listen if you want to." Feng Xingying tilted her head playfully.

He slowed down in a good mood, and talked to her about the "dream" in detail.

In fact, Qin Molin himself knows that the so-called "dream" is his reality, and now he is really immersed in the dream.

"It doesn't seem to be bad, it's quite fulfilling. Why are you frowning?"

"Why, you haven't appeared yet." Qin Molin was a little upset: "I should have known you since I was a child."

"Oh?" A helpless smile appeared on Feng Xingying's lips: "Then have you forgotten me?"

"No way!" Qin Molin almost exploded, but he quickly recovered.

He has really grown up.

It was the first time he made fish, he made fish soup, and he was in a hurry, and what he made was barely edible.

But in his imagination, helping Feng Xingying to remove the fishbone can really be saved.

Because Qin Molin actually used the method of boiling chicken soup to make fish soup. The cooking time was so long that all the fish meat fell off the fishbone and melted into the soup.

Looking at the empty fishbone skeleton, Qin Molin felt a little helpless.

Especially when he saw Feng Xingying taking small sips of soup, he said angrily:

"When I'm sixteen, I'll marry you."

"what?"

"That's it!" He clenched his fist.

Feng Xingying realized that the young man in front of her was already taller than her.

She didn't dare to answer, and drank the soup obediently, for fear that if she angered this guy, he would throw her down desperately.

"Is the fish soup delicious?" Qin Molin asked.

"Yeah. It tastes very good." Feng Xingying nodded.

"Then should you reward me?" He approached her step by step, with a hint of danger in his eyes.

"Ah?" Feng Xingying was still confused.

He has already grabbed her hand in the palm of his hand and held her: "Let's go. Go to practice."

"Oh."

His hand became even hotter because it touched her, like a hot water bottle, ironing her as warm as water in the cool night wind.

Feng Xingying lowered her head and let him hold her hand and move forward together.

None of them spoke again.

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