As Xiao Fan looked at the strand of white hair peeking out beneath Xiao Yi Xian's hood, a pang of tenderness rose in his heart. With his left arm around her, he reached out with his right hand to gently stroke it.
Although Xiao Yi Xian's strength was gradually ebbing, she had not completely shaken off the influence of the Woeful Poison Body. Sensing Xiao Fan's movement, she struggled to raise a hand and stop him, forcing out the words, "N... no..."
Feeling her resistance, Xiao Fan knew she did not want him to see what she looked like now. A trace of self-reproach entered his eyes.
"It's all my fault. If I'd found you sooner, none of this would have happened..."
Xiao Fan looked at Xiao Yi Xian as he spoke.
But as his words fell, Xiao Yi Xian suddenly began struggling in his arms again. Wisps of cold emanated from her body, and she lashed out at him.
Bang!
Xiao Yi Xian's palm struck Xiao Fan squarely in the chest. Rather than dodge her attack, he relied on his formidable physique to endure it head-on.
Fortunately, the Woeful Poison Body's influence over Xiao Yi Xian was already very weak. Coupled with her earlier exertion and Xiao Fan cutting off her connection to the energy around her, she was now utterly exhausted.
"It's all right. Everything's fine now..."
Xiao Fan wrapped both arms around Xiao Yi Xian's waist and pulled her tightly against him. No matter how she struggled in his embrace, he did not utter a single complaint.
Xiao Fan's strength had indeed reached the Dou Zong level, but even without her poisonous mist, Xiao Yi Xian was no weakling. Her repeated blows did not cause him much trouble, but they still left his chest feeling tight.
Fortunately,