Douluo Continent: Pill-based Martial Soul? Even a Golden Core is still a pill!

Can the dead be brought back to life?

Qian Renxue stared into Ye Tian's eyes.

A sense of shock and disbelief welled up within me.

You must know, their Angel Family has truly produced gods! But even the Thousand Families have never heard of such a thing.

Tears streamed slowly down Qian Renxue's face as she softly, somewhat woodenly, said:

"R-Really? Ye Tian~"

"Absolutely true! I have indeed seen such a record!"

Ye Tian said with certainty,

He rubbed Qian Renxue's cold, tender face with both hands and comforted her:

"We should at least give it a try, shouldn't we?"

"As long as there's hope, Xiaoxue wouldn't give up easily, would she?"

Ye Tian and Qian Renxue looked at each other.

His dark eyes were full of encouragement.

Qian Renxue was slightly stunned, and as she looked at Ye Tian, ​​tears streamed down her face even faster.

She does!

Qian Renxue was willing to believe what Ye Tian said!

Or,

She didn't want to extinguish this tiny glimmer of hope from the bottom of her heart!

Qian Renxue nodded heavily, sobbing.

"Yes! I will never give up as long as it's possible!"

"That's right~"

A slight smile appeared on Ye Tian's face.

"But."

Qian Renxue blinked at Ye Tian, ​​her delicate voice unable to conceal her sorrow. As tears fell, she asked with concern:

"But can I really become a god?"

Hear the words.

Ye Tian couldn't help but smile.

He nodded emphatically, his answer resounding and resolute!

"Of course, Xiaoxue."

"You possess innate level 20 soul power. If even you cannot become a god, then who could it be?"

Ye Tian's face was full of approval for Qian Renxue.

Under his intervention, Qian Renxue's talent was clearly brought into full play.

If things continue like this...

Even without the need for a thousand streams of water, Qian Renxue will surely become a god through her own abilities!

"It's you, Ye Tian."

Qian Renxue's answer greatly surprised Ye Tian, ​​who was stunned.

I believe in you! You're even better than me!

Qian Renxue looked at the young man in front of her with teary eyes. In terms of cultivation, she was ten levels ahead, but she dared not say that she would not be surpassed.

"Heh...maybe."

Ye Tian spoke calmly, with a gentle smile.

He dared not make any guarantees about such things; all he could do was try his best to do each step well.

"Anyway"

Ye Tian gently wiped away the tears from Qian Renxue's eyes and said softly, "You must have faith. The High Priest will help you, and so will I!"

"Thank you, Ye Tian!"

Qian Renxue raised her hand, grabbed Ye Tian's Daoist robe, and held him tightly.

"You're welcome."

Ye Tian responded softly.

Thinking of the day Qian Renxue became a god, and the day she experienced life and death separations, I couldn't help but sigh. Without Qian Daoliu's sacrifice, she could not have become a god.

At the very least, this is the rule that Ye Tian currently understands.

There might be some differences on Bibi Dong's side.

The reluctance in my heart

Ye Tian opened his arms and embraced Qian Renxue, stroking her hair and speaking softly:

"If you want to cry, then cry your heart out. After you're done crying, it's time to focus on your cultivation."

"Ok!"

Qian Renxue nestled against Ye Tian's chest, inhaling the fragrance of the pill, wanting only to lean against him and vent all the grievances in her heart.

She cried loudly and uncontrollably, calling out "Daddy, Daddy!"

Outside the courtyard,

Two empty bottles lay on the ground, and Jin Yue'er, without makeup, was radiant.

It's obvious that they had taken the drugs a while ago.

"Ugh!"

Jin Yue'er lay on the ground, her waist arched, forming a human bridge.

"what!"

With the sound.

Jin Yue'er's body trembled violently!

The effects of those forty pills had barely worn off when the dazed look on Jin Yue'er's face vanished, replaced by pure bliss.

With a soft thud, her waist fell back to the ground.

Jin Yue'er then sat up, stretched, and felt every cell in her body relax and her face flush pink.

"wakaka!"

"This feels so good, it's amazing!"

"Waaah~ Daddy, Daddy!"

suddenly.

Qian Renxue's cries erupted.

"Sister Xue?"

Jin Yue'er quickly lowered her raised hands, and the spiky braid on her head seemed to transform into five question marks, filled with confusion.

Didn't she ask Ye Tian to comfort Sister Xue?

Why are you crying even harder?!

Jin Yue'er hesitated for a moment, but still did not rush in.

It's already a miracle that Ye Tian was able to get inside!

She can't even get through the door.

"Hmph! It's all the fault of that Haotian Hammer Sect!"

Jin Yue'er snorted coldly.

He spread his legs apart and lifted them up, then stood up with a swift movement.

He quickly unleashed a set of punches, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"Wait!"

"Once I become the Golden Crocodile Douluo, I'll send you all to the heavens!"

"Haha, I'm so handsome!"

Soon, not long after, things became serious.

Jin Yue'er became engrossed in her fantasy of being invincible.

They kept striking menacing poses and making menacing expressions.

My mind is filled with imaginary enemies begging and pleading for mercy.

"If only Ye Tian would beg me to take the medicine."

"That would be even better!"

"Ha ha!"

Jin Yue'er laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

Fortunately, the swallow that flew by was kind-hearted and did not throw hot spit at her.

Ye Tian had no idea that Jin Yue'er was there, lost in her own fantasies and giggling. Qian Renxue was exhausted from crying, and his work was almost over.

"Thank you, Ye Tian~"

Qian Renxue's hoarse voice was soft and weak.

Ye Tian carried her horizontally to the bedside and carefully put her down.

He took out a brand-new Taoist robe from his soul tool.

He covered Qian Renxue with the blanket and then chuckled, "Xiaoxue, you've said this so many times, there's no need to say it again, is there?"

"need."

Qian Renxue parted her pink lips, staring intently at him, and said earnestly, "Otherwise, I don't know how to express my gratitude."

Do you know what it means to understand each other implicitly?

Ye Tian sat on the edge of the bed, bent down, and leaned close to Qian Renxue's eyes.

Her eyes were like the sun at seven or eight in the morning.

Warm and charming.

"..."

Qian Renxue couldn't bear that gentle yet teasing gaze. She turned her increasingly flushed face away, clutching her Taoist robe tightly, and said in a muffled voice:

"Ye Tian, ​​when did you find out who I am?"

"Is it hard to guess?"

Ye Tian straightened up again and explained:

"Can any other family's junior in Wuhun City achieve the same level of respect as the Second Elder's granddaughter?"

"Is that so~"

Qian Renxue felt once again that she was somewhat foolish compared to Ye Tian.

She wanted to ask Ye Tian how he discovered the grudges between Qian Xunji and the others, but the question seemed pointless now.

"Ye Tian~ Am I really that stupid?"

"of course not."

Ye Tian shook his head in denial.

He didn't think he was particularly smart; he just had the advantage of being prescient.