Chapter Eight Hundred and Twentieth if You Die, What Shall I Do 2
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He didn't even want to look at Beiyan Pass and the river of blood that could be expected here.
If someone else dies, what does it have to do with him?
But in this river of blood, if there is Feng Xingying, it is different.
She, should not belong to the killing.
With a wave of his hand, he took her to another place outside the world where birds chirped and flowers were fragrant and the water gurgled like a fairyland.
This is of course not a real fairyland, but Qin Molin's space, a fairyland he created for her.
After breaking through again, Qin Molin's control over space seems to have improved again. This evildoer can no longer be measured by the standard of a normal person.
If you really want to describe it, it is that only you can't think of it, and you can't do it without him.
Especially in this space of his, he built it completely according to the standard that Feng Xingying had mentioned to him about the immortal mountains outside the world, straight to the sky, and the fairyland above the clouds.
The vegetation in his space is no longer a single color, but a variety of exotic flowers and plants are arranged in an orderly manner. The rainbow bridge hanging in the air is actually a passage, and there are pavilions in the sky.
But he and she still unconsciously chose that thatched yard, where they have their memories.
Qin Molin didn't say anything, just walked to the stream, without even using spiritual power, he picked up the harpoon and shoved a few fish ashore like an ordinary fisherman.
Feng Xingying knew that Qin Molin was annoyed with her, so she didn't talk much, just followed him quietly.
Qin Molin was obviously still angry, he just pretended he didn't see Feng Xingying, sullen his head, and cut off the scales on his own.
The world of spirits is different from that of ordinary people. There are all kinds of dazzling changes in both spiritual power and swordsmanship.
Qin Molin handles the ingredients like a multi-armed robot with arms full of arms and knives and forks on its arms. In a blink of an eye, several fish have been washed and killed at the same time, scaled and gutted. I put two of them in the pot and boiled the soup, and put the rest on the fire rack and roasted them on a small fire.
On the other hand, Qin Molin himself didn't feel busy at all, just sitting at the table drinking tea leisurely.
Feng Xingying has found out that Qin Molin, who does things, either does not learn, and once he learns, he will be proficient.
Once you are proficient, you must like to play Spirit Control.
It's like his forge, but also uses the multi-hammer method to save a lot of time.
He spared himself, obviously to teach Feng Xingying a lesson, but he didn't say anything, and it ended up being a weird scene of two people sitting quietly and drinking tea.
"You? Actually, don't worry too much about me. Even if Tianyu Kingdom sends troops to attack, it won't be able to pass Beiyan Pass. I have confidence." Feng Xingying still spoke up first: "I promise you, I will not die this time. ,OK?"
"I believe you." Qin Molin didn't dare to look at her: "But you never thought about what would happen to me if you died?"
Feng Xingying felt a sudden inexplicable pain in her heart, and her voice trembled slightly:
"Life is alive, life and death are inherently impermanent, who can predict? Whether I am afraid of death or not, I will die eventually. In fact, death is nothing to be afraid of.
I don't belong here, if one day I'm gone, you forget me. As if I never showed up. "
"Never?" Qin Molin waved his hand lightly.
Feng Xingying thought he would choke her neck, but who knew he was just using his spiritual power to roll the freshly grilled fish onto the table, and another wood spiritual power turned into vines, as dexterous as his hands, wrapped around a few more times. A jade plate came over to cushion it.
The timing was just right, the plate was set, and the fish fell.