Ya Fei's blade fell, and Shi Tian's head dropped like a ball.
His body crashed downward like a kite with its string cut.
Ya Fei had also fulfilled her promise before the battle, personally chopping off that bastard's head.
Xiao Jin reached out and grabbed Shi Tian's corpse, holding it in place.
Then, with a casual tearing motion, he drew a phantom soul slowly out of it.
Xiao Jin flashed to Ya Fei's side. Ignoring the gazes of everyone present and the Pill Tower experts still fighting to the death, he pulled Ya Fei directly into his arms.
Her slender waist, soft body, and the enormous, wicked curves that could have left a gap between her and Xiao Jin all fell into his embrace.
Ya Fei's delicate body stiffened violently. A moment later, she melted into a pool of spring water and went limp in Xiao Jin's arms.
"Little Brother Xiao Jin, there are still people here..." Her voice was soft. Although the situation made her extremely bashful, she did not want to miss this rare chance for intimacy.
Xiao Jin ignored the eyes of those around them and leaned close to Ya Fei's ear, his warm breath brushing against her tender earlobe.
"Big Sister Ya Fei, you've worked hard all these years."
Ya Fei's eyes instantly grew moist. She pushed resentfully at Xiao Jin's chest.
Hmm. She didn't move him.
"Stinky little brother, you just want to make me cry, don't you?"
Xiao Jin chuckled and finally released Ya Fei, his gaze turning cold as he looked toward Shi Tian's soul.
"Big Sister Ya Fei, did he offend you before?"
Ya Fei bit her lip and nodded.
She was naturally unwilling to repeat those words in front of Xiao Jin, but the fact that Shi Tian had offended her