Chapter 647: Imprisonment 5: Don't

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Feng Xingying didn't know how long the Ling Chi sentence lasted. She only knew that her consciousness was getting more and more blurred. Later, it was just that the body's instinct was tangling with him.
Even more, Qin Molin's hegemony was to send her to the cloud when she obviously did not cooperate and resisted.
That was the pinnacle of shame she didn't want.
Feng Xingying retreated in this battle, both physically and mentally.
In the end, she gradually lost her intuition, only to know that her heart was bleeding, because she could feel that her body really cooperated with him in shame.
On her lips, she resounded indulgently the bliss he had brought.
That was not what she wanted, she was like a passerby, watching another stranger Cheng Huan under him.
The most amazing thing is that after she fainted, she subconsciously ran the absorption method to forcefully transfer the spiritual power from Qin Molin to herself.
Fortunately, Feng Xingying's strength is too weak, and this conversion power cannot shake Qin Molin's roots.
After a pouring rain and thunder and lightning, Qin Molin contentedly left the hottest magma in her body, and finally woke up.
He looked at the little man who was fainting in his arms, and was very distressed.
Blood was stained on her lips, waist, and legs, highlighting his sin.
Qin Molin's heart was inexplicably painful.
"Why?" He rubbed his fingers across her pale, cheeks, puzzled.
She hurts, he hurts.
Qin Molin took a deep breath, and his dark eyes were full of sadness.
He carefully lifted Feng Xingying's thin body, walked out step by step, walked into the warm hot spring in the backyard, and carefully placed her.
On the way, Feng Xingying, who was asleep, subconsciously grabbed Qin Molin's arm, and said the dream incoherently:
"No, no."
"Qin Molin, save me."
"no, do not want,"
Her voice was full of panic and distressing, and it was like the usual Feng Xingying.
Qin Molin's heart seemed to be suffocated by someone with a heavy hammer.
He was silent, leaving Feng Xingying's fingers to grab his arm deeper and deeper until he grabbed a few blood holes.
The pain is there.
But this pain is nothing compared to the scarred Feng Xingying.
He would rather she catch him more.
But she suddenly let go at this time, letting go in despair.
Feng Xingying, who was talking in a dream, suddenly made a loud noise: "He won't come to save me, everything is fake.
In the future, I am still alone, I am Feng Xingying, no matter how bloody, I am not afraid. I want to be strong. "
Obviously, just a bland nonsense. Very consistent with Feng Xingying's character.
Listening to Qin Molin's heart is the deepest colic.
This time, it was not a sledgehammer.
Instead, there was an invisible sharp knife, poking into his heart, crushing his heart a little bit and messing it up.
Yeah, how could she call Qin Molin to save her?
Obviously he was hurting her.
No one has hurt her deeper than him.
In particular, she said that she must be strong by herself.
Qin Molin's heart was about to stop breathing, but she couldn't refute it.
Is she really desperate for him?
She no longer trusts him?
Is he no longer her dependant, but her storm?
Qin Molin turned out to refute.
Feng Xingying is still asleep, but her body is no longer as cold as jade, but with the temperature of a normal person, even higher.