Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui!

As time passed, Wang Qiu'er's hand pressed against Lin Xuan's chest had long since lost its strength. Instead, she clutched tightly at his clothes. Her whole body had gone soft and limp, utterly drained of strength.

After a long while, their lips parted.

"Pervert..." Wang Qiu'er panted heavily, lifting her eyes to glare at Lin Xuan in embarrassment and annoyance as she softly cursed him.

"Hehe, Qiu'er, if you won't give me a reward, then I'll just have to take one myself." Lin Xuan pinched her delicate little cheek and grinned wickedly.

"Shameless rogue!" Hearing that, Wang Qiu'er clenched her jade-like hand, and the distant Golden Dragon Spear flew back into her grasp. She immediately thrust it toward Lin Xuan.

"Alright, it's time for us to go." Lin Xuan shifted his feet slightly, easily dodging Wang Qiu'er's attack. Then he directly grabbed her hand and raced toward the outskirts of the Evil Demon Forest.

Why... do I seem to dislike him a little less now...? Wang Qiu'er looked at Lin Xuan pulling her along ahead of her, suddenly feeling that perhaps she did not hate him quite as much as she thought.

Before long, Lin Xuan had pulled Wang Qiu'er to the outer region of the Evil Demon Forest. They were only a few kilometers away from leaving it entirely.

"Lin Xuan, let's rest for a while," Wang Qiu'er called out to him.

"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded and stopped. With a light flick of his finger against his storage ring, he took out a cyan jade bottle.

"These are Soul-Returning Pills. They can effectively restore Soul Power, so hurry and take one." Lin Xuan tossed the cyan jade bottle in his hand to Wang Qiu'er as he explained.

"This color..." Wang Qiu'er caught the bottle Lin Xuan had thrown her. Looking down at its color, an unpleasant memory instantly surged into her mind, making her pretty face flush faintly.

"Hmph!" Wang Qiu'er glared at Lin Xuan and directly tossed the jade bottle back to him. Snorting coldly, she said irritably, "No. You eat it yourself."

"What's wrong? Afraid I drugged it? Is my image in your heart really that bad?" Lin Xuan caught the bottle she had tossed back, teasing her with an amused smile.

"Mm, very bad. Guard against petty men, not gentlemen," Wang Qiu'er nodded heavily and said disdainfully.

"Hmph! 'Guard against petty men, not gentlemen,' huh?" Lin Xuan was immediately displeased. What did she mean by that? Then he would show her what a petty man looked like!

Lin Xuan flipped the bottle over and poured out a Soul-Returning Pill, stuffing it into his mouth. Then, while Wang Qiu'er was unguarded, his body suddenly leaned forward. He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her soft body into his embrace.

"Lin Xuan... what are you trying to—" Wang Qiu'er had just begun to speak when, in the next instant, Lin Xuan lowered his head and directly sealed off the rest of her words.

Their lips met.

"Mmph!"

Wang Qiu'er's pink-blue pupils suddenly contracted as she stared in disbelief at Lin Xuan, who had abruptly launched an assault on her.

Before Wang Qiu'er could react further, Lin Xuan forcefully pried open her teeth before she could clamp them shut.

Then, the Soul-Returning Pill that Lin Xuan had just held in his mouth slid from his mouth into Wang Qiu'er's.

"Mmph..."

Wang Qiu'er's beautiful eyes widened, and Lin Xuan's handsome face was reflected in her pink-blue eyes.

Carrying Lin Xuan's unique warmth, the Soul-Returning Pill slid down Wang Qiu'er's throat and into her body, transforming into a warm current that rushed straight toward her dantian.

Only after the pill had fully gone down did Lin Xuan slowly release Wang Qiu'er from his embrace, drawing out a glistening thread between their lips.

"Bastard! What did you make me eat just now?!" Wang Qiu'er's originally snow-white, exquisite face was now completely flushed red, and even the tips of her ears had been dyed a faint crimson.

It's over, he's going to do me again... Wang Qiu'er panicked helplessly. She could still remember how exhausted Lin Xuan had left her in that cave. At this moment, she hurriedly mobilized the Soul Power in her body to suppress the medicinal effect.

Yet the burning sensation Wang Qiu'er expected never came. Instead, a surge of pure energy fed back into her body, restoring her Soul Power.

"Hm?" After a moment, Wang Qiu'er muttered in surprise, "It's actually not that kind of medicine?"

"Pfft!"

Seeing Wang Qiu'er looking as though she faced a great enemy, even closing her eyes as if prepared to simply surrender herself, Lin Xuan finally could not hold back a laugh.

Lin Xuan reached out and lightly flicked Wang Qiu'er's fair forehead, smiling. "What are you thinking about? What do you keep stuffing into that head of yours all day?"

"This is proper medicine." Lin Xuan smiled teasingly. "Got it?"

"Proper medicine?" Wang Qiu'er froze slightly. Feeling the gentle yet vast energy within her body, it really did not seem to be the same kind of medicine they had used in that cave last time...

So... he had merely been feeding her medicine? Yet she had been nervous for so long, even mobilizing her Soul Power to resist some nonexistent medicinal effect.

"Wait! That's not right! Who told you to feed me medicine mouth-to-mouth?!" Wang Qiu'er suddenly recalled how Lin Xuan had fed it to her directly with his lips. Her pretty face instantly flushed scarlet as she glared at him and scolded him.

"So what?" Lin Xuan spread his hands with a shameless expression.

"You!" Just as Wang Qiu'er was about to flare up again, a cold, clammy aura suddenly enveloped them both.

"You two little ones are quite interesting. At such a young age, you are both Six-Ring Soul Emperors who have yet to obtain soul rings, yet you managed to kill a Hundred-Thousand-Year Evil Eye Tyrant. I wonder which sect produced such talented disciples?" Suddenly, a magnetic yet slightly hoarse voice came from a large tree to Lin Xuan's right.

That voice seemed to possess a kind of magic. Hearing it made one easily feel close to its owner, even reverent.

Lin Xuan froze slightly, then his eyes abruptly narrowed. He quickly spotted the figure on the tree trunk to his right.

Ye Xishui sat on a thick branch with one leg crossed over the other, sizing up Lin Xuan and Wang Qiu'er with interest. Long Xiaoyao stood not far from the branch where she sat.

"You little one have quite sharp senses. But..." Ye Xishui flashed forward and suddenly appeared before Lin Xuan. In a low voice, she said, "You still haven't answered my question."

Nine Nether Soul Hand!

Looking at Ye Xishui, who had suddenly appeared before him, Lin Xuan was startled. Then he gritted his teeth as powerful purple-black Soul Power swept out from his body, instantly condensing into a half-foot-wide black ghost claw before him that clawed toward Ye Xishui.

"You little one are quite decisive, but if I wanted to kill you, would I still be standing here wasting words with you? What a joke." Ye Xishui's lips curved faintly upward, and she flicked a finger at Lin Xuan.