Xiao He did not answer, but his face was stern.
Slowly touching his fingers, I felt the degree of poison with my soul.
After a while, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Although they are from the same source, there is only a trace left, and it can still be solved with a little effort.
Wang Xuefeng leaned against the pillows on the recliner; he wouldn't have made a sound unless he was truly in pain.
Without saying a word, Xiao He bit his finger hard.
"No..." Wang Xuefeng instinctively tried to stop her.
“I listened to you before, but now you listen to me.” Xiao He didn’t give him a chance at all.
"I...I'm scared..."
Wang Xuefeng hesitated, showing a rare display of nervousness.
Seeing the blood seeping from between Xiao He's fingers, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I'll be in pain? Compared to you, this kind of pain is nothing!"
Xiao He frowned slightly, holding his wrist firmly with one hand, while his other bitten hand wrapped around the thawed finger.
At that moment, Wang Xuefeng gasped sharply.
The initial collision of the two pure forces nearly caused him to faint.
Xiao He's blood contains her primordial power; only in this way can one access his "battlefield of the soul."
"You have to endure it, even if you can't help it." Xiao He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.
If Wang Xuefeng's body is truly possessed by Sang Maikui's power, he will eventually become one of Sang Maikui's clones.
Xiao He would never allow this to happen.
Even though she has only recently acquired a divine body and could easily damage her origins, she couldn't care less.
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