Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 183: Where to go? Guess

　　 Leaving the space, Feng Xingying was hugged tightly by a hot embrace.

　　 She didn't struggle.

　　The familiar breath made her feel at ease.

　　His eyes fell between her shredded hair.

　　 His lips rubbed hot on her forehead, but they didn't fall down, he just looked at her so quietly.

　　 Moonlight, sprinkled on the silhouette of them embracing each other.

　　 Seeing Qin Molin's plump red lips getting closer, feeling the heat in his eyes, Feng Xingying subconsciously licked his lips.

　　"Are you inviting me?" Qin Molin's eyes were joking.

　　 Feng Xingying was angry, pushed him away, and turned around angrily: "This is my place, I didn't invite you, Lord Leng. Don’t you understand why you should not enter?"

　　"Oh?" Qin Molin chuckled at the corner of his lips: "Then you have time to invite me now."

　　 "Why!" Feng Xingying stopped talking to a bastard, she couldn't speak well. She simply turned her head to pick up the little black rabbit, leaving only a back view of the bastard.

　　 Qin Molin didn't care.

　　"What are you doing?" Qin Molin called out the ice block engraved with similar runes: "What is this?"

　　 This thing, when Qin Molin handles it like this, really resembles a mysterious and mysterious rune.

　　 "Pill Fang." Feng Xingying did not hide it.

　　 "Do not bully me?" Qin Molin showed a mocking smile on his face, teleported to Feng Xingying, and stared at Feng Xingying's face with deep eyes.

　　 At this time, he was actually thinking, if Feng Xingying showed a sunny smile like Ye Xing, would it be better?

　　 He knew that this would be unfair to Feng Xingying. If Feng Xingying's character knew his thoughts, he might not pay attention to him for a month.

　　 "It's up to you." Feng Xingying's voice instantly turned cold. She hates the feeling of being suspected the most, and she is even lazy to explain. "If you don't believe me, you won't believe anything I say."

　　 "I believe it." Qin Molin's smile has a hint of warmth.

　　 His hand took advantage of her waist and hugged her to the Moyu Lion King.

　　 "Where to go?" Feng Xingying turned her head to ask, and almost touched Qin Molin's lips.

　　 Qin Molin showed a playful smile on his face.

　　 She turned her head quickly, this **** must be deliberate!

　　 "I'll know when I go." Qin Molin knew that Feng Xingying's face was thin, and he didn't say it was broken.

　　 Looking at the trajectory of the Moyu Lion King, it turned out to be towards the palace.

　　 "You're not going to take me to the palace, are you?" Seeing the majestic and magnificent palace flying by her feet, Feng Xingying felt like flying by plane.

　　 "Wrong, guess again." Qin Molin was in a good mood, letting Feng Xingying's hair brush his cheeks, itchy, but very comfortable.

　　 "Robbery of the palace treasure house?" Feng Xingying's voice was crisp and natural, but not at all corrective, like a breeze blowing over the water, and it sounded very comfortable.

　　"...that kind of person am I?"

　　"Forcing the palace?"

　　"...Should you be the emperor or me?"

　　 It seems to be oh, the emperor does physical work, and is stuck with trivial things every day, so they don’t want to be the emperor so hard.

　　 "What is that?" Feng Xingying really couldn't guess.

　　 The corners of Qin Molin's lips evoked a hint of warmth, his face approached Feng Xingying's ears, and his voice was dull and low: "Just kiss me and tell you."

　　 "Huh!" Don't.

　　 Feng Xingying turned her head proudly, stroking the little black rabbit's soft ears.

　　Who knows Qin Molin suddenly stretched out his hand and roughly grabbed the little black rabbit in Feng Xingying's arms.