Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 4: Ice and Fire 2 Heaven

　　 "That's it." Qin Molin seemed to have discovered something, and said with a smile: "You are really talented, and your fire spirit talent can compete with Jiuyin Juemai."

　　 "Is there a way to save it?" Feng Xingying said that no heartbeat is fake, and expectant light flashed in her eyes.

　　 From the memory of the original owner, she learned that the spirits are truly powerful, and she saw Qin Molin as a living example.

　　 If you say you don’t want to practice, it’s all fake.

　　 Although she was good at Furutake before, she was confident to train her body. However, if you can awaken your spiritual power, it's not a bad idea.

　　 "Kiss me and tell you." A wicked smile hung on the corner of Qin Molin's lips, his face was as beautiful as a picture.

　　Feng Xingying looked a little fascinated, but shook her head firmly, cursed an evil spirit in her heart, and turned her head stubbornly.

　　His hands are as soft as jade, and they lightly put them on her shoulders and straighten her cheeks.

　　 "I don't need your help! I have my own way." Feng Xingying just said angrily, his lips covered again, like blooming lotus petals, blooming in the moonlight.

　　 Only this time, Feng Xingying felt more than glamorous, his lips were hot like fire, he gently pried her teeth open, and the flame entered her mouth and hovered into her body.

　　 Feng Xingying didn't want to resist, just instinct, he would not harm her.

　　 And she has always believed in her instincts.

　　 At this point, Feng Xingying felt a layer of ice in his body, and wanted to resist the flame.

　　 It was bitterly cold for a while, and for a while it was as hot as being in a flame.

　　 lip points.

　　 Feng Xingying trembled in pain, but bit her lip, and refused to let herself hum.

　　 "If you can't bear this kind of pain, just squeak, I will help you suppress it, but from now on, you can only continue to make your vase." Qin Molin's voice, like a bewitching voice, was in Feng Xingying's ear. Sounded from the bank.

　　His lips were close to her earlobe, and seeing a small red mark there, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it lightly.

　　 It seems that he already knows her answer.

　　 He shouldn't ask.

　　If it were himself, he would make that choice.

　　 "I, won't give up."

　　 Feng Xingying's voice trembled, intermittently, and then still clenched her lips.

　　 A little coquettish blood, dyed on the soft pink lips, slowly spreading, dyeing her lips brilliant red, the original soft and green lips with a little pale, now they are like The blooming Manshu Shahua is full of surname temptation.

　　 Looking at such Feng Xingying, Qin Molin's lips smile more clearly.

　　 Maybe, this little girl can really...

　　 Qin Molin's eyes grew deeper.

　　 Pain, heart-piercing.

　　 It was not her body that was torn, but the extreme ice deep into the bone marrow and the blazing flames that burned into the heart.

　　The consciousness of Fengxingying travels through the extreme ice and flames.

　　 "I am not afraid of you!"

　　 Feng Xingying secretly said in her heart.

　　If you say it is ruthless, who can compare to her Youying?

　　 is ruthless to the enemy, more ruthless to yourself.

　　 Only by enduring what ordinary people can’t, can you gain more dignity.

　　Feng Xingying never believes in fate, she only believes in herself. She never believed that she couldn't make it through.

　　What are flames and ice? She has walked through a sea of ​​blood.

　　What's the point of this pain?

　　 Feng Xingying kept a weird posture, sitting quietly by the campfire, covered with a layer of ice, like a crystal ice sculpture.

　　 Under the cold ice finger, her heart field is getting hotter and hotter, like bursting magma, penetrating the ice, and bursting out.

　　……

　　 When Feng Xingying woke up, it was early in the morning.

　　 Qin Molin is no longer there, only the campfire beside her is still burning quietly.

　　Feng Xingying's heart felt warm.

　　 stretched out his right hand, a fiery flame the size of a fingernail, like a life, throbbed in Feng Xingying's hand.

　　Spirit, she finally arrived.

　　 and is known as the most terrifying fire spirit.

　　 Feng Xingying turned around and walked towards the ruined temple not far behind him with a deep gaze.

　　 The blood of last night is still vivid, and the bodies of the sinful people are still in the temple. Inevitably, some people will come to explore.

　　 And she has always been someone who is afraid of trouble.

　　 Feng Xingying raised his slender hands expressionlessly, and threw the small fireball in his hand towards the ruined temple behind him.

　　 The next moment, a small fireball floated on the palm of her hand.

　　 throws it out again, the direction is still the ruined temple.

　　 one, then another.

　　 The wooden walls burned more fiercely in the fire, and the corpses inside would eventually become ashes.

　　 Feng Xingying turned around, listening to the roar of fire behind him, without a trace of pity on his face.

　　Since you don’t want me to go back, my Feng Xingying wants to go back.

　　 As for those who owe debts, they will eventually have to be paid off one by one.

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