Chapter 1107 What, you want to kiss me?

Di Xuanming suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost broke her bones.

His voice was too hoarse to be human: "Go... or I will hurt you..."

Luo Li grabbed his pulse with her backhand and her face suddenly changed - there were actually two forces fighting in his body.

One was a violent demonic aura, and the other was... She suddenly looked up: "How could there be someone else's soul in your body?!"

Emperor Xuanming closed his eyes in pain: "Yan Ye...forced the remaining soul of the Demon God Temple altar...into my body..."

Luo Li's eyes gleamed with coldness, and the chaotic power at her fingertips suddenly surged, "He actually dared—!"

Emperor Xuanming suddenly groaned, and the demonic energy around him surged like a tide.

He pushed Luo Li away violently, and his back hit the wall hard, causing the stone wall to crack instantly.

"It's too late..." He growled like a beast, his dark red eyes completely eroded by black, "Go!"

A black shadow attacked like lightning, Luo Li dodged sideways, and the Xuan Yue Sword blocked his chest.

Emperor Xuanming's palm collided with the sword blade, splashing out a dazzling light.

"A Ming!" Luo Li shouted, pinching her left hand, and the shadow of the Tower of Gods appeared above her head, "Wake up!"

As the golden light enveloped him, Emperor Xuanming paused.

At this instant, Luo Li bit her fingertips and used her blood essence to draw a complicated spell in the air.

"With my blood, I will quell your inner demon!"

The moment the blood talisman sank into Emperor Xuanming's brow, he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Black mist gushed out from the seven orifices and condensed into a hideous ghost face above the secret room.

"Little girl, you ruined my plan!" Ghost Face cursed hoarsely, "When the Demon Lord comes to the world, you will—"

"Shut up," Luo Li waved her sword, and the power of chaos roared up, burning the ghost face to ashes.

Di Xuanming knelt on the ground exhausted, and the darkness in his eyes receded like a tide.

He was breathing heavily, and when he looked up, his eyes had regained clarity, but his face was as pale as paper.

"Ari..." He stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, but when he saw the black energy left by his nails, he suddenly retracted it, "Did I hurt you?"

Luo Li put away her sword, squatted down and looked him in the eye, "A mere demonic energy can't do anything to me."

She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But haven't you already earned Yan Ye's trust? How could he suddenly inject the remnant soul of the Great Desolate Demon into your body?"

Emperor Xuanming was stunned. "He will never trust the human race. Only the demon race, his own kind, will gain his trust."

He looked at Luo Li, "It's just that he covets the ancient god bloodline in my body, and he doesn't want to lose me, a powerful human, so he wants to make me a true pure-blooded demon. If it weren't for the ancient god bloodline, I'm afraid he would really succeed."

Luo Li's fingertips trembled, and the handkerchief was deeply wrinkled.

She stared at the demonic pattern on Di Xuanming's neck that had not yet faded, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Yan Ye is going to cut off all your escape routes as a human."

The night pearl in the corner of the secret room suddenly flashed violently, casting a deep shadow on Emperor Xuanming's brow.

He suddenly grabbed Luo Li's wrist and rubbed the marks where she had been burned by the demonic energy with his fingertips: "Ali, I..."

"It's okay," Luo Li leaned over and hugged him, "I have a way, don't worry."

Di Xuanming's body stiffened, and the next moment he slowly raised his hands and hugged the petite body in his arms tightly.

His Adam's apple rolled and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Okay..."

Luo Li patted his head and said, "Okay, don't be sad."

Di Xuanming was stunned and said helplessly: "I don't have it."

Luo Li patted him, "Okay, okay, you don't have it, you don't have it."

Di Xuanming held her shoulders and pulled her away a little, but the moment he saw her eyes, he lost his voice.

Luo Li bent her eyes, "Why, do you want to kiss me?"

Di Xuanming blushed and coughed lightly, "I didn't."

Luo Li muttered, "Just tell me if you want a blind date. It's not like you're not allowed to."

Di Xuanming didn't hear clearly, "What..."

Before he could even finish his words, the girl in front of him leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, her eyes widening instantly.

After Luo Li kissed her lightly, she winked cunningly and was about to tease her, but she saw Di Xuanming's eyes suddenly darken. Before she could react, he took the initiative, holding the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her back with a bit of dominance and passion.

The air in the secret room seemed to be ignited in an instant, and the light of the night pearl dimmed at this moment. Only the overlapping figures of the two people cast an ambiguous outline on the stone wall.

After a long time, Di Xuanming reluctantly let her go. Their foreheads touched, their breaths intertwined.

Luo Li's cheeks flushed, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Don't you want to kiss me?"

A doting smile appeared on the corner of Di Xuanming's mouth, and his voice was low and hoarse: "You provoked me first."

The halo of the night pearl swayed slightly between the two people's intertwined breaths.

Luo Li suddenly pushed Di Xuanming away and pressed her fingertips on his heart: "Wait, there is still a remnant of soul in your body."

Di Xuanming grabbed her rebellious hand, his eyes surging with dark currents: "You can't die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic pattern on the side of his neck suddenly began to wriggle strangely, as if there was a living thing moving under his skin.

"Don't move!" A dazzling chaotic force burst out from Luo Li's palm. Di Xuanming groaned, and his black robe moved without wind.

Three black air burst out from his ears and nose, twisting into the shape of a skull in mid-air.

"It's the demon's soul thread!" Luo Li's sword finger drew a golden cage, "Yan Ye actually planted this thing in you!"

The skeleton let out a shrill scream, and frost instantly formed on the walls of the secret room.

Emperor Xuanming suddenly jumped up and crushed two of the black air with his bare hands, but the last one attacked Luo Li's eyebrows like lightning.

"clang--"

The Xuan Yue Sword automatically protected its master, emitting a clear sound.

Di Xuanming suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, his dark red eyes fixed on the beating pulse in her neck: "Ali, I'm...very hungry now."

The last two words were so hoarse that they didn't sound like a human voice.

Luo Li suddenly bit her wrist and put the bleeding wound to his lips: "Drink, my blood can suppress the evil."

Now she didn't have any suitable medicine on hand, so she could only suffer.

Di Xuanming's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head away abruptly, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Nonsense!"

Luo Li, however, firmly grasped the back of his neck and brought her wrist closer: "The demonic energy in your body and the ancient god bloodline are tearing at each other. If you continue, your spiritual veins will be damaged."

A brilliant white light shone from her fingertips. "My chaotic blood can purify all things—or would you rather become completely demonic?"

Drops of blood rolled down the snow-white skin, leaving dark marks on Emperor Xuanming's black robe.

His Adam's apple rolled violently. Seeing that he didn't move, Luo Li forcefully pried open his lips and let the blood flow in.

The moment the power of chaos surged into the meridians, the demonic patterns on Emperor Xuanming's body faded away like snow encountering boiling water.