Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Feng Xingying felt that she had a painful icy dream. Her ice-powered spirit advanced from the peak of the great spiritual master to the peak of the high spiritual master.

The current Feng Xingying is a little hard to believe. In a blink of an eye, the spiritual powers of the two departments have reached the peak of the Xuanling Master.

But her realm was unstable, and she did not dare to advance to the spirit king.

The cultivation of others is a lack of sorrow and spiritual power. Only Feng Xingying's wonderful work, and only Feng Qin's Feng Xingying, is the reverse. On the contrary, he feels that too much spiritual power is difficult to digest.

Feng Xingying looked at his hand, anxiously rushed to the Tianyu Academy of Tianyu Kingdom, and found some cannon fodder to kill the Quartet and consolidate his realm.

Unfortunately, before Feng Xingying reacted, he fell into Qin Molin's arms.

"I remember it." Qin Molin's voice was slightly hoarse, with **** magnetism, and his eyes were as dark as ink, as deep as a starry sky.

"Remember what?" Feng Xingying bit his lip.

"Thank you for making my life complete." He suddenly took her into his arms and hugged it tightly, as if to rub her into his chest and into his blood.

"Do you know? I'm so glad I met you at the age of nine, so that my memory is no longer boring and boring. It's nice to be with you."

Was it confessed?

Feng Xingying's eyes flashed a guilty embarrassment. She wanted to secretly withdraw, and also made an excuse: "Several guardians have been waiting for me for a long time, and they must be anxious."

"You are the lord of the palace, you should be waiting for you." Qin Molin's voice was stained with a touch of richness that could not be turned away. "So, should you pay the debt owed to me first?"

Feng Xingying's inexplicable guilty conscience, thinking of himself while Qin Molin became younger, and constantly teasing him, Feng Xingying felt that the next punishment might be extinct.

With Qin Molin's character, she certainly won't let go of her easily.

Why not?

As Feng Xingying thought, she unconsciously froze in Qin Molin's chest, and while he was softening his free time, she turned around and wanted to slip away.

However, he just twitched slightly, and she had returned to his arms in a half-lying position.

"I, you listen to me explain." Feng Xingying was anxious, and quickly spoke.

However, Qin Molin kissed her lips directly, and continually conquered her. As a result, she was defeated and she could no longer speak.

The clothes on them, I do not know when, have been taken away by Qin Molin.

An overwhelming deep kiss lit her cold skin inch by inch.

His hot iron stabbed into Taoyuan instantly, filling her valley.

"Ah ~!" Feng Xingying exclaimed softly.

Qin Molin has been chasing after her, never slacking off, and constantly sending her into the cloud.

Want to love, love deeply.

Being with her is the best time.

The pain and danger she had suffered before were insignificant compared to her.

God knows how painful it is for him to wait another ten years to think of her and own her.

So Qin Molin would speed up the progress without hesitation. He could wait, but he didn't want her to wait.

He just wanted to hold her in his palm and pamper every inch of her skin.

"Well ... um ... Qin ... Mo ... Lin."

Feng Xingying's consciousness also began to get confused, and in his controlled rhythm, let the mouth send out a fragmented mouth to apply it.

Her voice was clearer and softer, like a cat's bark, which scratched people's hearts, making him unable to speed up the storm's rhythm, and wanted to squeeze out more sweet coquetts.

Over and over and over and over again, he proved to her his extraordinary physical strength.