Song Xiwei leaned against the cabin with a calm expression and said, "It's alright."
After muttering something to himself, Xiao Zhuang fell silent.
Song Xiwei peeled an orange and handed it to Aoqian.
Aoqian didn't answer, but frowned and said with a gloomy expression, "So, this is why you want to go to Dongfeng Ferry?"
"This is the most effective way I can think of to protect you without drawing blood." Song Xiwei noticed that Aoqian seemed to have some complaints about what she had done.
She said gently, "If your mother were still alive, she certainly wouldn't want your hands to be stained with blood again. So, in the future, if you encounter a situation like this, let me handle it for you!"
Aoqian's lips moved, but he said nothing, and simply closed his eyes in silence.
Xiao Zhuang received Song Xiwei's telepathic communication technique.
It turns out that Song Xiwei had placed a barrier around Dongfeng Ferry. In this area, there were relatively few restrictions on magic, and the power of the barrier spell could be maximized.
Xiao Zhuang could sense how much the pursuers, who were relentlessly chasing after him, wanted to break through the barrier, but they were all blocked outside.
The ship moved slowly and steadily on the Dongfeng Ferry.
Song Xiwei thought that everything was as expected and nothing would go wrong, so she took the opportunity to doze off.
Ao Qian opened his eyes at some point.
After staring at Song Xiwei for a while, Aoqian got up and was about to walk out of the inner room when his wrist was tightly grabbed by a hand.
"Young Master?" Song Xiwei asked with a question in her eyes, and she used a lot of force in her hand.
Aoqian didn't pull his hand away from hers, nor did he look at her. He said in a cold voice, "Just getting some fresh air."
Song Xiwei still didn't let go of his wrist, her eyes lowered thoughtfully.
Ao Qian suddenly chuckled softly: "I won't do anything reckless, what are you worried about?"
Song Xiwei gave him a deep look and then let go of him.
Ao Qian walked out of the inner room. When Xiao Zhuang saw him, she was like a frightened bird. She ignored him and hurriedly went into the inner room to find Song Xiwei. "Sister Wei, what is that young master up to now?"
Song Xiwei rubbed her temples. "Give him some time."
Xiao Zhuang looked at Song Xiwei in surprise, "Aren't you going to keep an eye on him? What if he's still not giving up on that sorcery..."
Song Xiwei shook her head. "He won't. He always carries the Soul Pearl with him."
The outside and inside of the ship seemed to be two different worlds.
Outside the barrier surrounding the ship, the pursuers spotted Ao Qian and pounced even more fiercely.
Aoqian wasn't too surprised by the strength of the barrier set up by Song Xiwei. He calmly glanced at the pursuers and said, "Since you're already here, how can we let you come all this way for nothing?"
As Aoqian finished speaking, he put his finger to his lips, bit it, and then drew a talisman in the air.
The barrier suddenly loosened significantly.
Song Xiwei and Xiao Zhuang stepped out of the boat with serious expressions.
As Ao Qian turned around, a cryptic smile lingered on his lips.
Song Xi frowned slightly and questioned him, "So impatient?"
“Yes!” Ao Qian said without hesitation.
Xiao Zhuang cursed Ao Qian a thousand times in his heart, his face still showing no kindness. He asked anxiously, "Brother Wei, what do we do? The barrier is about to collapse. In that case, we'll have to dock halfway. There's only one place in this area where we can dock, but that's even more disadvantageous for us. Docking there would be like lambs to the slaughter..."
Song Xiwei's expression was solemn as he pondered.
Ao Qian, however, stretched lazily as if nothing had happened, pointed in a direction, smiled wickedly, and said, "Whether it's lambs to the slaughter or wolves to the sheepfold, it's still undecided!"
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