(Beautiful picture of Ye Xishui)
His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow, his muscles sharply defined and firm, with a sheen left by the flames.
Ye Xishui landed before him, her gaze sweeping from his taut abs to his broad shoulders. She licked her lips, undisguised greed in her voice:
"It would be a bit of a waste to just kill you. Why not... suck you dry?"
She stepped forward, the hem of her red dress brushing against Lin Ye's leg, her voice languid and dangerously husky:
"Dying under my skirts would make your life worthwhile, boy!"
Lin Ye inwardly ranted, Holy crap, this woman's going to force herself on me!
His mind raced. His gaze swept over Ye Xishui's greedy face, and a plan took shape.
In that case, I'll play along and pay tribute to the Qin Emperor!
If Samadhi True Fire can't breach her defenses from outside, I'll break through from within!
Doesn't she want to suck me dry?
Then I'll force all the energy in my Soul Core down there and detonate it inside her!
Outwardly, he pretended to be cornered. He stepped back until his back pressed against the Blood-Red Demon Puppet's skeleton, putting just the right hint of panic into his voice:
"Y-you stay back."
Seeing him like this, Ye Xishui's smile deepened:
"What happened to all that swagger you had with your three heads and eight arms?"
She advanced step by step, her red dress trailing a long arc through the blood-colored space, her fingertips already resting on his shoulder.
Then she pounced.
The two grappled.
Having become a god, Ye Xishui possessed Soul Power like a boiling sea of blood. It pressed down on Lin Ye from every direction, each palm strike carrying enough force to shatter a mountain range.
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