Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Feng Xingying has basically figured out what Reiki is in these two days of injury, but there is no way to cultivate, she can only let it grow naturally.

Her little fireball grew up a small circle, but still small and poor, but the power, obviously made Feng Xingying very satisfied.

It burned two people in just two days. It was really as cruel as its owner.

It was just that the weak body of the young lady was tormented by Feng Xingying.

Without practice, she can only train her physical fitness first. Regardless of whether or not there is a gain in spiritual power, a strong physique always has multiple cards.

Especially against Feng Yuelu, Feng Xingying is more certain. As long as she cultivates the ancient martial arts of the previous life, strengthens her physique and speed, even if she has no spiritual power, she can defeat the spirit.

At least like Feng Yuelu, she can pack seven or eight at hand.

If it is at the level of Qin Molin, it is estimated that there is nothing to do, because his spiritual power is already strong enough to imprison people with air, and Feng Xingying has no fighting power in front of him.

"Come out." Feng Xingying, who was posing in a strange posture, forcing the body to expel impurities, opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the big tree aside.

There was someone behind the tree, she couldn't see it, but was absolutely sure.

As soon as Feng Xingying's voice fell, she could no longer speak.

Because of her lips, she had been violently blocked at this time, and her fiery tongue pried open her shell teeth, and gradually penetrated, entangled her little tongue, and lit her body.

Feng Xingying blinked, his long eyelashes brushed across the man's face like a small brush. He brushed his body in flames, involuntarily holding Feng Xingying tighter and kissing more intently and intensely. Like a raging wave, swept her.

Although his skin looks white if it is white, it looks a bit pale bronze, but especially at this moment, there is a bit of emotional redness, which makes people want to take a bite.

The bridge of his nose was straight, and the rosy plump lips were overlying Feng Xingying's lips.

So masculine, even Feng Xingying couldn't help but feel a little stunned. Familiar atmosphere, not annoying.

Heart, want to sink uncontrollably.

However, the next moment, Feng Xingying still pulled the silver badge from his head decisively, and slid sharply on the man in front of him.

"call."

He exhaled, grabbing Feng Xingying's slender waist and flying up together.

Falling again, already the highest point of the roof.

The cool wind blew, Feng Xingying looked at the man next to him strangely. He was also looking at her. His eyes were like the stars in the darkest night. People fall into.

Feng Xingying's determination is obviously good. Helplessly don't go over your head: "Are you ill, are you in estrus every 30 minutes?"

She knew that he had a terrible love.

But why do you want to find her?

Qin Molin did not answer, but looked at Feng Xingying slightly with the corners of his lips.

He returned to normal, and was much colder.

She detoxified him twice awkwardly, and he cleared the meridians for her to become a spiritual practitioner.

They seem to be flat.

Qin Molin arrogantly pulled over Feng Xingying's little hand, and stuffed the dark little **** into her palm awkwardly.

Feng Xingying took the ball, and looked up and down. The left is just a soft little ball with a little Q bomb and a dark and hairless body. What did you do? Will it never be a toy?

Feng Xingying looked at Qin Molin questioningly.

Qin Molin ’s lips brought a perfect arc, and he could n’t help but patted Feng Xingying ’s small head:

"If you succeed, King can promise you one thing."

"Success?" Feng Xingying had no idea what he had done? A ball is not an egg, and there is no sign of life. What is this to do?

It was a pity that he didn't wait for her response to make a dictatorial decision.

"Of course, if you can't, you have to do one thing for the king." Qin Molin pulled Feng Xingying's hand and patted it gently: "The gambling agreement is established."

"Hey, I didn't agree!" Feng Xingying protested helplessly.

Unfortunately, he has disappeared.

This domineering guy is somewhat similar to the cold king in the rumor, and does not give anyone the opportunity to refuse.

"Huh, I didn't agree anyway. If I lose, I don't recognize it." Feng Xingying reluctantly pinched his lips and kneaded in front of the black ball:

"Well, I don't believe I can't clean up this little thing for a year!"