Chapter 151: The king is poisoned

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Feng Xingying didn't look at him, but just passed by quietly.
Just when Feng Xingying was about to stray from him, the two went in different directions.
There was a sudden pain in Qin Molin's heart, as if there was something precious and he was leaving him.
He unconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed Feng Xingying's arm.
Feng Xingying stood still, not struggling, and let him drag.
He said nothing, and Feng Xingying said nothing.
The silence between the two seemed to freeze the world.
Time also solidifies for them.
I don't know how long before, Qin Molin slammed Feng Xingying's body violently, flipped the cloak, covered her whole person, and held it in her arms.
Feng Xingying is very quiet and does not make unnecessary struggles.
She can't struggle with him, so there's no need to be hypocritical.
Feng Xingying can feel the harsh wind around him. His speed must be fast and he should rise into the air. Where does it seem to go?
What is he going to do?
Without waiting for Feng Xingying to think more, Qin Molin had buried her head and stared down at her black eyes.
Feng Xingying was immersed in this star-like vortex for a moment. She even saw the vast galaxy in his eyes.
How powerful and shocking is that?
For a moment when Feng Xingying was lost, his lips were pressed a little, and he pressed them carefully to her lips.
That trace of warmth and humidity was like the most wonderful temptation in the world, which seduced him a little bit deeper and seduced him to explore.
He wants more, he wants desperate possession.
Qin Molin tasted her delicious taste, like a little bit of poison that ate bone.
She is his poison.
It was the poison he took the initiative to poison and never wanted to solve in his life.
At this moment, Feng Xingying returned to God and pushed Qin Molin to do whatever she wanted on her lips.
Her lips were bitten bright red by blood, and her cheeks, like white sheep's fat, were stained with crimson clouds.
But her eyes were full of stubbornness and anger.
He pulled her back into his arms with a touch of bewildering magic in his voice: "Be good, don't make a noise. The king decided not to be angry with you."
"Angry? Why?" Feng Xingying's voice was a little alienated in the cold, and she didn't want to forgive her because she never felt that she had done something wrong.
Qin Molin has his formal standards. Does she have a principle of her own?
What she did and didn't do, she had her own conscience, and she didn't need to explain to anyone.
"If you like a woman who follows you and shouts casually, you can line up to the gate of the city, why not find me? If you like my face, I will give her a human skin mask tomorrow Give it to whomever you like! "
Feng Xingying's voice has a stubborn stubbornness.
Just last night, she knew what she wanted, and she really liked him.
But the feeling that Feng Xingying wanted was never for anyone's puppet, for whom she lost herself. She has her own pride in her bones.
Just a glance, Qin Molin understood her mind.
He couldn't wait to tie her back, and she spoiled her every night and forced her to submit.
But then he won't get Feng Xingying he wants, he will destroy her.
Qin Molin took a deep breath, controlled his breathtaking air condition, and spoke in a calm tone as much as possible:
"You just don't trust me?"
"What?" Feng Xingying was a little confused.
It seemed that the two of them were not at the same point at all.