Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 27: The petty cold king


   "You look angry, you are pretty cute, you will be more angry in the future."

   Feng Xingying wants to cry without tears. What kind of taste is this. Obviously, when a man talks to a girl, he should make her laugh more. Why does the Leng Wangye like to see people angry?

   "I'm not!" Feng Xingying straightened her face and sat down tightly.

   isn’t it just riding with Leng Wang?

   He Leng Wang is not afraid of rumors, is she still afraid of Fengxing Ying?

   Qin Molin drove his Pull Wind Spirit Beast mount, like a gust of wind, carrying Feng Xing Ying continuously accelerating, speeding from the main road of Ningzhou City, and soon surpassed Nangong Zhuo.

  While passing by Nangong Zhuo, the Moyu Lion King under Qin Molin's seat sneezed unexpectedly.

Among the spirit beasts, rank suppression is the most obvious.

   A sneeze of the Mo Jade Lion King, the one-horned white horse that pity Nangong Chu fell to the ground and threw the unprepared Nangong Chu off his horse.

   Qin Molin just disappeared, and continued to carry Feng Xingying forward.

   "Did you deliberately?" Feng Xingying squinted her head and glanced at Nangong Chu who was distraught. She was in a good mood and asked in a low voice.

   "Then how do you appreciate me? I can accept it with reluctance." Qin Molin's lips curled up.

   didn't even pay attention to him. When he was with Feng Xingying, the corners of his lips often showed up, which was completely different from the tight lines in normal days.

  Feng Xingying simply ignored Qin Molin's unreasonable troubles, and quietly looked ahead, allowing the onlookers to point and point, without the slightest timidity.

   Prince Nangong Chu, who was originally riding a white horse and was surrounded by the crowd and enjoying the screams and confession of the girls, could only stare angrily at the couple of dog men and women who snatched all his eyeballs.

   When his white horse just regained some energy, another smoke swept through it.

   "Asshole!" Nangong Chu walked away completely.

   However, when he saw the words "king of equality" on the carriage passing by him, he could only hold back.

   The most hateful thing is that Nangong Zhuo, the king of equality, who has always been low-key and introverted, did not hide in the carriage this time, but opened the doors and curtains of the car openly to accept the crowd's onlookers.

   "I heard that the King of Equality has awakened, and now he is also a spiritual one."

   "Although she is a little younger, she looks really good. My daughter is seven years old. When she grows up, she must be sent to the Palace of Equality."

   "I heard that something big happened in the palace, and the prince was divorced..."

   "Shhh, don't talk nonsense about this. Stop your head?"

   "That was Miss Feng Jia just now? She looks so beautiful."

   Listening to the harsh discussions around, Nangong Chu's face became harder to look.

   This prince, when did he need to look at some people's faces?

  Feng Xingying, this bitch, just crawled out of his arms and wanted to get on Qin Molin's bed impatiently?

   also don't want to think about Qin Molin's identity and origin, otherwise he would be afraid of a little prince? It is not Qin Molin's identity, but also his terrifying qualifications and strength.

   Just because she was able to make a vase with a delicate drip, she wanted to get involved with Qin Molin? Seeing that she was abandoned in the future, it was not the same as crying and kneeling in front of his Nangong Chu begging for acceptance.

   As for Nangong Zhuo, it’s just a useless thing. His father is useless. He doesn’t dare to grab the throne and only dares to have a stable king of equality. They are doomed to lose the opportunity to stand on the top of the mountain forever. Make a head for that enchantress?

  Wait, when he Nangong Chu inherits the throne, he will naturally ask them to count it back.

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