Ao Qian seemed unable to hear any sound.

He has completely lost control, refusing to eat or drink, only wanting the Demon King to die!

It's impossible to stop.

With great difficulty, Song Xiwei shakily struggled to her feet and stumbled as she hugged Aoqian.

Aoqian remained oblivious, blood still seeping from his body, staining Song Xiwei's thin gauze dress.

"Are you stupid? It's not worth risking your life for bad guys, you idiot Aoqian, wake up..."

Song Xiwei really didn't know what other way to make Aoqian stop.

She had no choice but to tiptoe and throw herself into Dao Aoqian's arms, offering her tear-stained, bitter lips.

Aoqian's eyes regained some clarity. At the same time, the Demon King was completely enraged when he saw Song Xiwei actually take the initiative to kiss Aoqian: "Song Xiwei!! You are mine! Mine! How could you! How could you do this to another man in front of me..."

"Shut up!" Although Song Xiwei was still very weak, her command to shut up was extremely forceful.

She shielded Aoqian behind her, glaring at the Demon King, "I have never been yours, not now, and never will be!"

"Ah!!!" The Demon King stared at Song Xiwei with bloodshot eyes.

Just as he was in a state of utter confusion, Song Xiwei finally sensed some subtle fluctuations in spiritual energy.

It seems that the only way for me to recover is for the Demon King to die, or for him to lose control.

If he were to die, Song Xiwei knew she couldn't defeat him now, and if Aoqian continued to lose control and try to take him down with him, that was not what she wanted to see.

She absolutely could not let Aoqian trade his life for hers.

So, Song Xiwei turned her head and glanced at Aoqian, who felt that he might collapse at any moment.

She had no choice but to deliberately use cunning to provoke Aoqian and also to deliberately make the Demon King lose control.

"Do I look good in this dress?" Song Xiwei asked Aoqian.

Upon hearing this, Aoqian's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he nodded seriously: "Yes, it looks good." He disliked this outfit very much because it was forced upon Song Xiwei by the Demon King.

But the fact remains: Song Xiwei is naturally beautiful, and her beauty shines in both men's and women's clothing. This sheer dress amplifies her beauty many times over. Even though Aoqian is seriously injured and wouldn't normally pay attention to such things, he is still stunned by her beauty.

He would forever be a prisoner of Song Xiwei's beauty, confined to his own little world, willingly submitting to her.

"I changed into this dress especially for you. Although someone else prepared it, I really wanted to wear it for you. If you think it looks good, then I feel it was all worth it." Song Xiwei curled her red lips into a beautiful smile, and Aoqian felt that he would die for it right now.

"You, you lot! You two, you adulterers!" The Demon King was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

Song Xiwei felt her spiritual energy fluctuations becoming more pronounced.

Aoqian couldn't stand the Demon King's insults towards Song Xiwei, and immediately wanted to fight the Demon King to the death.

Song Xiwei gently took his hand. "I deliberately provoked him. I lost all my spiritual power and found that I couldn't get it back no matter what I did. But it seems that stimulating his emotional fluctuations can gradually restore my spiritual power! It's okay, let him curse me. I'll just pretend I don't hear it."

"Fine, Song Xiwei, you even schemed against this. You don't want Aoqian to fight me to the death, you can't bear to see him die, so you deliberately provoked me, right? You're truly cruel to me, both two years ago and now, you heartless woman..."

"Are you ever going to stop your babbling?" Song Xiwei interrupted the Demon King angrily.

The Demon King recovered, realizing he had almost exposed Song Xiwei's true identity as a woman.

He suddenly laughed again. Song Xiwei's fear of Aoqian discovering her secret made Aoqian, who was willing to die for Song Xiwei, seem so ridiculous.