Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 9: Every 3 differences and 5 estrus

　　 In the past two days to recover from injuries, Feng Xingying has basically figured out what aura is, but there is no cultivation method yet, she can only let it grow naturally.

　　 Her little fireball grew up a small circle, but it was still small and pitiful, but its power obviously made Feng Xingying very satisfied.

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

　　 is just the frail body of this eldest daughter, who was tossed a little by Feng Xingying.

　　 There is no way to practice, so she can only train her physical fitness first. Regardless of whether there is a gain with spiritual power, a strong physique always has multiple hole cards.

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

　　 at least like Feng Yuelu, she can easily clean up seven or eight.

　　If you reach the level of Qin Molin, there is probably no way, because his spiritual power is already strong enough to confine people with air, and Feng Xingying has no power to fight back in front of him.

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

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

　　Fengxingying’s voice just fell, so I couldn’t speak anymore.

　　Because of her lips, she was already brutally blocked by someone at this time. The fiery tongue violently pried away her teeth, and gradually penetrated in, wrapped her uvula, and set her body on fire.

　Feng Xingying blinked, and his long eyelashes were brushed across the man's face like a small brush. His whole body burst into flames, and he involuntarily hugged Feng Xingying tighter and kissed more intently and intensely. Like turbulent waves, swept her.

　　 Although his skin looks white from a distance, it has a faint bronze color when seen up close. Especially at this moment, it is more emotionally red, which makes people want to take a bite.

　　His nose is straight, and his plump lips are covering Feng Xingying’s lips with emotion.

　　 is so masculine in front, even Feng Xingying can't help but feel a little surprised. Familiar breath, not unpleasant feeling.

　　心, want to sink uncontrollably.

　　 But the next moment, Feng Xingying decisively pulled out the silver hairpin from his head and pierced the man in front of him neatly.

　　 "Huh."

　　 He took a sigh of relief, took Feng Xingying's slender waist, and flew together.

　　 fell again, already at the highest point of the roof.

　　 The cool breeze blew, Feng Xingying looked at the man next to him weirdly, and he was also looking at her, his eyes were like the stars in the darkest night, flashing with deep layers of light, just a glance. Will make people fall into it.

　　Feng Xingying's fixation power is obviously good, so he reluctantly turned his head away: "You are sick, do you come into estrus every three to five hours?"

　　 She knew he had to be in love.

　　 But why did you look for her?

　　 Qin Molin didn't answer, but looked at Feng Xingying with the corners of his lips raised.

　　He returned to normal, and he also became much colder.

　　 She relieved him of such embarrassing poison twice, and he helped her to clear the meridians and obtain the qualifications of spiritual practitioners.

　　 They seem to be even.

　　 Qin Molin arrogantly pulled Feng Xingying's little hand, and awkwardly stuffed the pitch-black **** in her palm.

　　 Feng Xingying took the small ball and looked up and down. The left side was just a soft, black and hairless ball with a little Q bomb. What did you do? Isn't it a toy?

　　 Feng Xingying looked at Qin Molin questioningly.

　　 The corners of Qin Molin’s lips made a perfect curve, and he couldn’t help but patted Feng Xingying’s head:

　　 "If you can succeed, this king can promise you one thing."

　　 "Success?" Feng Xingying was stunned. What was the success? A ball is not an egg, and there is no sign of life. What is it going to do?

　　Unfortunately, he did not wait for her to react, and he made the decision domineeringly.

　　 "Of course, if you can't, you have to do something for this king." Qin Molin took Feng Xingying's hand and patted it lightly: "The gambling agreement is established."

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

　　 Unfortunately, he has no shadow.

　　 This overbearing guy is somewhat similar to the cold king in the rumors, and he doesn't give anyone a chance to refuse anything.

　　 "Huh, I didn't agree anyway. If I lose, I won't admit it." Feng Xingying curled his lips helplessly, and then kneaded against the black ball:

　　 "Huh, I don't believe that I can't clean up your little thing for a year!"

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