Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty Seventh His Punishment Three

Until she completely surrendered and fell, her body was as soft as pink petals.

He's still picking up endlessly.

"Qin Molin, I can't take it anymore, I was wrong, please let me go." Feng Xingying's voice was soft and waxy.

But he became harder and thicker in a wicked way, and entered Taoyuan again, and waves of waves swept her overwhelmingly.

"Qin..."

Her voice was also shattered by the shock.

Can we have a good chat? !

"are you tired……"

"Are you doubting your husband's physical strength?" Qin Molin wanted to spare her, but because of one sentence, the battle became more and more courageous and endless.

Feng Xingying didn't dare to speak at all, and let him rage furiously.

She didn't believe it anymore. He was also human, so he didn't get tired when he was too tired? !

The fact is.

Feng Xingying's voice was hoarse, everyone was soft and muddy, and he couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength, but he was still full of energy.

"Qin Molin, I'm so sleepy." Feng Xingying really couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep in his arms.

Qin Molin's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the next moment, they had gone from the dim inheritance hall to the hot spring in Qin Molin's space. The hot spring water slowly flowed through Feng Xingying.

Seeing Feng Xingying's exhausted appearance,

Qin Molin felt remorse again, and carefully cleaned her body.

After washing, his face flushed red, and after placing a deep kiss on Feng Xingying's red and moist lips, he pulled away.

Feng Xingying also woke up, quietly watching his retreating back, not daring to make a sound, for fear that this bastard with amazing physical strength would come back to torture her after seeing her awake.

She was awake, but she was completely powerless and just wanted to lie quietly in the hot spring and soak.

After a while, the tempting fragrance came, and Feng Xingying couldn't bear it any longer.

This is her favorite fish soup!

The young Qin Molin, the fish soup that she learned for her.

Feng Xingying hurriedly went ashore.

"Get up, have some soup." His voice was cold.

Qin Molin seems to have changed a person, back to the cold king Qin Molin, who should not be approached by strangers.

The courtyard that was originally decorated by the young Qin Molin to be red and festive has also returned to its former elegance, without the slightest trace of festivity.

He, did he eat it clean and didn't want to admit it?

Feng Xingying felt aggrieved inexplicably.

But Feng Xingying was also a proud person. He didn't say anything, she didn't ask, just drank her fish soup quietly.

The atmosphere between the two was awkward and stagnant for a while.

"I still need to retreat for a month to stabilize my realm, you don't have to worry about me, go back to the Dali Kingdom first.

The emperor of the Dali Kingdom was injured last time and damaged his vitality, and his health was deteriorating. The situation in the Dali Kingdom was unstable, especially Nangong Zhuo was at the cusp of a young age. "

"Well." Feng Xingying nodded: "Zhuo'er is like my brother."

She didn't know why she had to explain.

"I believe you." Qin Molin knocked on the table quietly: "You just promise me to stay away from Ji Jue."

"Uh, good." Feng Xingying blushed inexplicably. She wanted to explain that she only regarded Ji Jue as her own brother, but seeing Qin Molin's domineering appearance, she didn't want to offend him.

I'll explain it later.

Qin Molin was very satisfied with Feng Xingying's cooperation, nodded and continued:

"It is said that Nangong Chu's heart is not dead, and he came to Tianyu Kingdom to ask for Princess Qinghong's marriage. I am afraid he will borrow troops from Tianyu."

"Princess Qinghong?"

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