Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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Feng Xingying could not help but poke Qin Molin's cheek.

Who knows that the young Qin Molin actually knew the routine: "You and I already have skin relatives, you must be my lady!"

"Hey?"

Feng Xingying is completely dizzy. What's wrong with it?

She obviously wanted to make fun of a teenager, but how did she become ridiculed?

Life is just that, either juggling or being jerked.

Feng Xingying could not help but nodded, following a serious nod:

"This is called skin-kindness? Then I ask you, yesterday you put me in the sink?"

"Yes, there is a hot spring, not a pool." Qin Molin corrected it solemnly.

"Did you take my clothes off?"

"Ok."

"Oh, you already have a skin relationship with me, you should be responsible for me." Feng Xingying nodded.

"But I closed my eyes." Qin Molin quit.

"Anyway you take off my clothes, you have to take responsibility."

"Then we worship now."

"No, I won't play with the children. You wait until you are sixteen, and then marry me."

"Okay, that's all." Qin Molin didn't change the red decoration of the cabin either, and walked away.

Feng Xingying followed her silently.

After waiting in the wide backyard, Qin Molin was ready to practice, and then he said, "This is the place where I practice. I don't allow anyone to come near. Since you are my child's nurse, I can barely show you."

"Well, hurry up, I'm waiting for you to make lunch tomorrow."

"Well, women are really troublesome." Qin Molin muttered in disdain, and began to practice.

Feng Xingying also entered the cultivation state at the same time.

Although he has no skin relationship with her, but in the same world and the same mind, spiritual power unconsciously drags each other.

Especially when the stars are dense at night, a spinning star stone floats above their heads, and the breath on the star stones is pulling each other.

After one night, Feng Xingying felt that Qin Molin had grown a lot taller than the previous day.

Is it, one day a year?

Qin Molin's life is very boring. He doesn't sleep or rest. He spends about twelve hours a day practicing.

Only in the evening, he would look at Feng Xingying in disgust, and then consciously returned to their red courtyard to cook.

His cooking skills are limited to making porridge and stew, nothing else.

But Qin Molin is the kind of person who can become proficient once he learns quickly.

At least the soup stewed by Qin Molin has almost reached the level of rue.

Three days later.

Qin Molin has grown as fast as Feng Xingying and looks more handsome.

Feng Xingying forgot, he should be twelve years old now.

Feng Xingying himself is actually less than sixteen.

Of course, for three days, they get along day and night, already considered acquaintances.

Feng Xingying sat at the stove to help him add firewood, and asked curiously:

"Are you so big, are you all alone?"

"Yes." Qin Molin no longer repels Feng Xingying.

"Then don't you feel lonely and miss your parents?"

"I have no parents." Qin Molin shook his head: "My world is only me, and what I want, I can only fight for it by myself.

I don't need any company. "

"Really? Then I'm leaving." Feng Xingying was about to leave.

Qin Molin grabbed her wrist.

There was a burning loneliness in his eyes.

Although he said nothing, the meaning of retention was obvious.