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He could feel the same passion in her heart as her bodies were linked.

This little bit of enthusiasm has the potential to burn the prairie fire, and the fire in his chest is even hotter.

He felt like a hot iron baked in a volcano, and only her cold jade bones were the most desired destination.

Tirelessly going deeper, forgetting the time and the place, they only have each other left in their eyes.

Even, they are no longer willing to see with their eyes, and the tightly connected body has been able to replace all vision and language.

He heard the longing and encouragement in her heart, he heard her contented mouth beneath him, he heard her body, like the sound of a flower.

This filled his heart, full of satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment.

Every time she couldn't help but make a voice, it was his credit.

It was he who set her on fire.

He brought her joy, not pain.

That's what he wants to give the star shadow.

At this time, may it last forever.

If you can't, have a moment and be satisfied.

He no longer tried to imprison her, because the imprisoned Feng Xingying was not so vivid.

He only hated himself for understanding too late.

Love to the depths, natural release.

It was like the sun rising and the moon setting, the stars moving according to their predetermined trajectory, and the beauty of nature and the sky before their eyes.

On the top of the heads of the two of them, a palm-sized star stone was suspended in each, and the star shadow was a warm and dazzling red, and Qin Molin's was a rich ink color.

Qin Molin grabbed it casually, and the two clothes were worn on himself and Feng Xingying respectively, covering all the spring light.

At this time, all the feelings between them had been erased, and the two looked up in tacit understanding, feeling the mutual attraction and rapid rotation of the star stones.

In the traction rotation of the star stone, a door creaked open.

An ancient voice, coming from the door:

"Hehuan Palace has finally ushered in its new owner. ”

At this time, Feng Xingying and Qin Molin also calmed down and quietly looked at the door in front of them.

The door is open, but the world inside the door is unknown.

Feng Xingying suddenly shook his head: "I can't accept the inheritance of Hehuan Palace, I can't be sorry for my master." ”

"Good. Qin Molin nodded.

The two of them just joined hands like this, in the opposite direction, step by step, and left.

The star stones above their heads finally calmed down and returned to their respective bodies.

Except for the pink flush on Feng Xingying's face like a spring tide, the two were no different from when they came.

When he arrived at the tightly closed gate at the entrance, Qin Molin did not hesitate to attack with great strength.

The door suddenly opened, and a purple figure suddenly entered.

The gates are re-closed.

Feng Xingying looked at the person in front of him curiously, his eyes were full of battle intent, but he did not have the slightest fear.

The man just glanced at Feng Xingying, and didn't look at her again.

Not disdain, but more like hiding from something.

Feng Xingying was sure she didn't know him, but why did he deliberately avoid her?

"You're enough. Qin Molin's tone was very unkind.

"Why?" The purple-clothed man's gaze locked on Qin Molin: "How many people can't ask for the inheritance, and you still don't want it?"

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I'm sorry. Feng Xingying bowed politely.

The man in purple didn't want to be enshrined in the etiquette of the star shadow, and suddenly floated to the other side like a ghost, but he still locked on to Qin Molin.