The great shaman had a gloomy face, staring at the direction Qin Molin had left, and no one knew what he was thinking.

It was the Great Shaman's guards who reminded him that he left the palace with the disfigured face that covered all the details of his face.

Qin Molin held Feng Xingying and galloped quietly all the way in the palace, the palace of the orc clan is characterized by being wide and tall, so it has to match the tall state of the orc clan and the half-orcs.

His hands subconsciously encircled her tightly, and the circle became tighter and tighter, as if he was encircling some treasure, for fear of losing her.

Feng Xingying quietly did not resist, and let him hold it.

Qin Molin's eyes lit up, and he made the Moyu Lion King change his route, and instead of rushing into the inner hall of the palace, he ran around the back garden.

Only then did she belong to him completely. At least he could hold her, and she wouldn't push him away.

Qin Molin was afraid that if he got off the mount, maybe she would no longer belong to him.

The two rode together, until they reached the lively place where the maid was chosen, and Huang Dora exclaimed:

"Little mute!"

Everyone else also looked at the direction of Qin Molin and Feng Xingying, and many women recognized Qin Molin, the Holy Son, and saluted him together.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Qin Molin simply raised Feng Xingying's hand: "I finally found it, the queen who belongs to me." ”

"Queen, queen!"

One cheer after another, blessings and jealousy.

The Holy Son has a destiny and is a man of great strength. Moreover, his countenance was more beautiful than the moon in heaven.

Such a perfect king actually took a female orc with such ugly makeup, which is so infuriating and jealous!

However, in the orc race, the most talked about by the half-orcs for generations is the legend of the Holy Son, and they don't dare to say a word about this true Holy Son.

"Tell the great shaman that the king has decided to get married tomorrow and ask him to officiate for the king. Qin Molin left a bold word, and walked away with Feng Xingying.

The little woman in her arms, when she heard about the wedding, obviously writhed restlessly a few times.

It's a pity that it's useless, they have a huge disparity in status now, he is the most admired son of the half-orcs, who let her have to pretend to be a maid, and she deserves to be a queen by the holy son~

Qin Molin contentedly hugged the girl in his arms with a small face painted as a ghost, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a smile.

This stupid girl, tossing herself is really ugly.

When he arrived at his residence, Feng Xingying sat on Qin Molin's transparent spar throne without figuring it, and nibbled on an apple in his hand.

"I'm still worried about you outside, it turns out that you are here to be a bully and a bully. Is it that if I don't come, you will marry someone else behind my back and Qin Molin?"

"I'm Qin Molin!" How many times did he have to say it before she could let go of the knot in her heart, he was really jealous of Qin Molin's deity on another continent, even if he was far away from her, would she only have him in her heart?

"Well, you are, you are. Feng Xing's tone of coaxing a child was obviously very insincere.

Qin Molin no longer cared about her, but began to give various orders to prepare for tomorrow's orc wedding.

"Qin Molin, let's leave, this place doesn't belong to us. Feng Xingying was a little flustered.

"If I told you that they could take you out of this continent and to the plane you want to go to, would you still say that?" Qin Molin approached Feng Xingying and stared at her deadly, he saw the joy in her eyes.