Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 101: Ice spring, bath


   Feng Xingying's Jiuyin Juemai's eruption was more ferocious than the last time. Even Qin Molin couldn't wake her up.

   But Feng Xingying's heart is quiet.

   In her previous life, she must do her best in everything, the strongest healer, the strongest killer. She never thought about who to rely on for a while, because no one was worthy of her to rely on.

   But in this life, suddenly there was such a pair of hands on her shoulders, enduring the biting ice, and relieved her of the freezing pain.

   She is inexplicably at ease.

   The feeling of being taken care of, doesn’t it seem bad?

  Feng Xingying squinted and fell asleep deeply, sleeping peacefully.

   Even the bitter cold of Bingquan, to Feng Xingying, it is as warm as a hot spring.

   What's more terrifying than the ice cold in her Jiuyin Jueline?

   Until, the ice on Feng Xingying's body turned into an ice stream, her blood began to beat again, and the fire spirit power in her veins reignited.

The elves in the   xihuang sword returned their spiritual power to the body of the seal.

   Qin Molin broke out in a cold sweat, and his tight lips finally opened to a relaxed arc.

  She is all right.

   Wait, this time he must teach her a good meal, how can he not cherish his life so much?

  How about losing a drug fight? She still has him!

   Why can't she ask for help like him?

   As long as she speaks, even with a look, he will help her.

   but she didn't! Because she is Feng Xingying!

   Does she still believe him?

   Qin Molin's face became harder to look.

   just lowered his head and saw Feng Xingying's sleeping face under the moonlight, and the dimples on his lips brought out a touch of warmth and sweetness.

A Fengxingying like    is not as cold as usual, but more like a cute and cute porcelain doll.

   He took a deep breath, his blood ignited unconsciously, and his body temperature rose.

   Fortunately, the suppression of ice springs caused Qin Molin to ignore this change.

   Feng Xingying seems to be dreaming. It seems that something unhappy happened in the dream. Her long eyelashes quivered slightly like a small brush, and they swiftly brushed from the bottom of his heart, making him bloody.

   He can no longer control his energy, his blood continues to boil, and his eyes turn to a faint red.

   Qin Molin frowned slightly, he felt his change, knowing that he might be unable to control himself.

  Is even the ice spring useless?

   may be due to being too close to Feng Xingying.

  He quickly pushed her away.

   The sleeping Feng Xingying fell quietly and sank to the bottom.

The sound of    gushing into the water made Qin Molin suddenly startled, frowned slightly, and followed her into the water.

   The bitter cold of the ice spring water made Qin Molin a little more sane, and his red eyes were replaced by deep blacks again.

  He stretched out his arm and took her shoulders.

  Her long hair is like a waterfall, sprinkled on his arm, wiping his arm and body in strands.

   Qin Molin couldn't help being startled.

   He likes the feeling of being entangled in her long hair.

   The last time he held her as the Lord of Tongtian Pavilion, he found out.

   Otherwise, he would be the pavilion master dignified, and he wouldn’t be upset, shamelessly walk out of ordinary people’s speed.

   This time, in the water, her long hair looked softer and brighter.

   especially the sleeping Feng Xingying, compared to when she was awake, she was a bit more tender and graceful than when she was awake, and even her long hair became softer.

   Qin Molin frowned unconsciously.

   It is said that the Lord Tsutendo hates women the most, and he can't tolerate women approaching half a step.

   Once, he did.

  Rao is a fairy-like beauty. Once he gets close to him, Qin Molin will feel awkward and can't help throwing people out.

  Why look at Feng Xingying, he actually feels that women are not that annoying.

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