"Anything can happen in Chidu at any time. No matter what happens, I hope you will put yourself first and not put yourself in danger. If you are missing even a hair when I return, I will not let it go!"

Ao Qian's threatening tone made Song Xi raise an eyebrow. "It's not like we've been apart for long. Why are you so nervous? I actually think your situation is more dangerous now that you're going to settle accounts with the Demon King alone! Besides, how many people in the world can be my match? You underestimate me like that?"

"I don't care, you can't afford to make any mistakes. If you can't protect yourself, I'll hold everyone else accountable when I get back! If you don't want anyone to be punished because of you, then you'd better take good care of yourself!"

Aoqian's words were quite shameless.

Song Xiwei said speechlessly, "Let go of me, I'm leaving. You should leave too. If you keep dawdling like this, what if the Demon King gets away?"

"You're rushing me! You're just so eager to break up with me!" Aoqian's face was full of resentment.

"Alright then, we won't separate. Can you give up on going to settle scores with the Demon King and come back to Chidu with me?" Song Xi looked at Ao Qian with a half-smile.

Ao Qian glared at her. "You said you wouldn't plead for the Demon King, but you just don't want me to kill him! You can't bear to do it, can you! Do you like the skin he changed into?"

"Hey! What nonsense are you spouting!" Song Xiwei nudged Ao Qian. "Are you going or not?"

"Go! We must go! The Demon King must die!" Ao Qian gritted his teeth.

"Then, shall we part for now, see you later?" Song Xiwei was about to break free from Aoqian's embrace.

Ao Qian held him down, "You're leaving just like that?"

"Ah, what else? We've already wasted some time. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to find the Demon King, and you'll have to spend even more time looking for him... um..." Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, her mouth was covered.

With a sense of punishment, Ao Qian stole all of Song Xiwei's breath.

When he released Song Xiwei, Aoqian stared at her swollen lips for a while, and said reluctantly, "Now you can enter the teleportation array."

Song Xiwei cursed "Damn it!" and then walked into the teleportation array without looking up, disappearing from Aoqian's sight.

Watching Song Xiwei leave through the teleportation array, Aoqian felt a void in his heart as she departed.

...

Song Xiwei's heart was pounding, she covered her swollen lips with her hand, and her mind was wandering.

After a while, once she calmed down, Song Xiwei thought about it and decided to send a telepathic message to Aoqian. Why did that guy seem a bit arrogant?

We have to keep him from getting too cocky.

Before she could even send a telepathic message, she received a telepathic message from Aoqian.

"I miss you so much right after we parted, Song Xiwei. What kind of spell did you cast on me?"

His heart raced and his face flushed red from Aoqian's telepathic message.

"Get out!!" He used anger to mask his strange embarrassment.

Aoqian sent another telepathic message: "You really did jinx it! The Demon King has escaped. Looks like I'll have to spend even more time catching him!"

Song Xiwei replied to him speechlessly: "Don't drift away! If you really can't catch it, come back first."

How could Aoqian return in such a defeat?

He must obtain the Demon King's head.

It wasn't just because the Demon King coveted Song Xiwei, which angered Ao Qian.

Furthermore, the Demon King should be used as a warning to everyone: if anyone dares to covet what they shouldn't, just like the Demon King, then their fate will only be worse!

Did the Demon King really think he could escape?

The current Aoqian is someone he absolutely cannot afford to offend, much less avoid.

When the Demon King disguised himself as an ordinary person and hid among a group of refugees, he was stopped by Ao Qian. Ao Qian revealed a chilling smile that he had never shown in front of Song Xiwei before. When that smile fell on the Demon King's face, the Demon King felt as if he had been slowly tortured tens of thousands of times.