After coughing a few times, Aoqian returned to his weak state, and Song Xiwei had no way to deal with the weakened Aoqian.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and cover him with a blanket.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Aoqian's forehead.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes were long, and his face was thin. Song Xiwei's gaze fell on his pursed thin lips...

For some reason, Song Xiwei was a little dazed.

The man's lips were rather beautiful, and she suddenly remembered how close those lips had been to her just now.

Although Aoqian's complexion improved slightly after taking the elixir, he was now completely an empty shell, even in a terrible state.

He was now fast asleep.

When Song Xiwei reached out to pat his head, he didn't resist at all and just lay there motionless.

Song Xiwei was afraid that Aoqian's condition would relapse, so she dared not rest or turn off the light. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, propped her head up, and stared at Aoqian.

When I first met Aoqian, he was covered in blood, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

As they spent more time together, Aoqian was sometimes naive and innocent, sometimes shy, and sometimes quite cunning.

There are always various contradictions in him.

Seemingly simple, yet not so simple; seemingly easy to understand, yet unfathomable and profound.

After several ups and downs, Song Xiwei dared not say that she could truly trust Aoqian completely now. Who could trust someone unconditionally after being tricked a few times?

Now, all she hopes to do in these three months of damage to Aoqian's spiritual veins is to cleanse the darkness in his heart and successfully reform him, so that he will not go down the path of darkness and become irreversible.

In the middle of the night, Aoqian suddenly began to convulse in great pain, but he still did not wake up.

Song Xiwei wanted to probe into his spiritual consciousness to find out what exactly was imprisoning it...

Before she could successfully probe her spiritual senses, she suddenly sensed danger.

She immediately expanded her sensing range warily, and suddenly her expression changed drastically: "Damn it, it's happening again!"

Besides the large number of web-weaving monsters that had appeared once before, Song Xiwei also sensed another group, all of which seemed to be approaching with great force.

Unfortunately, Aoqian's current situation is not good.

Song Xiwei opened her treasure vault again, selected several defensive magical artifacts for Aoqian to carry with him, and then decided to go out and meet those two groups of enemies.

Just as she tucked the blanket around Aoqian and was about to get up to leave, Aoqian suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Aoqian was incredibly strong, and he was covered in sweat from the pain when he actually woke up.

"Young Master, you're awake? Good. I've left you a few magical artifacts; they can conceal your presence. No matter what happens later, you must not come out!"

Song Xiwei could only sense that there were many people of different kinds.

She wasn't sure about the others, so it was even less appropriate to bring Aoqian along.

Moreover, Aoqian should not move now, otherwise he will die even faster.

"You sensed it, didn't you?" Aoqian asked weakly.

Song Xi forced a smile and reassured Ao Qian, "Young Master, don't worry. Have you forgotten? I'm very strong. These are just small matters. I can handle them."

After comforting her, she glanced at Aoqian's hand resting on her wrist and said, "Young Master, let go."

"Cough cough cough..." Ao Qian still didn't let go of her hand, his eyes looking at Song Xiwei as if they were filled with a bit of resentment.

Song Xiwei was slightly puzzled. "Young Master, I am your sword. A sword is meant to help you clear obstacles. Now that those obstacles have come looking for you, it's time for me to draw my sword!"