"When you saved me just now, you killed the opponent in one move. Did you use your primordial spirit power?" Aoqian suddenly grasped the key point.
Song Xiwei remained silent, and this awkward silence caused Aoqian's expression to change drastically.
"Song Xiwei, you're really something! That day when Yan Ye cornered you, you refused to use your power even at the cost of your life. Why did you use it when you had to save me? Why aren't you afraid of losing control now?" Ao Qian didn't know why he was angry.
But the thought of Song Xiwei's biased behavior filled him with indignation.
"Why are you still angry? Isn't it good that I risked everything to save you? Where can you find such a loyal subordinate like me?" Song Xiwei pouted, feeling a little aggrieved.
Ao Qian's face was unusually gloomy. "Who cares about your recklessness!"
"Why are you throwing a tantrum again! You're only a month younger than me, but you act like you're hundreds of years younger. I don't even know what to say to you, Young Master!" Song Xiwei seems easy to talk to, but she actually has a rather short temper.
Especially after several attempts to coax her failed, she became somewhat irritable.
“From now on, I don’t need you to use your special privileges on me!” Ao Qian said darkly, “Back then, you yourself didn’t even bother to use this power to save your own life, but now you’re using it to save me! Song Xiwei, you should treat everyone equally. Don’t treat yourself one way and me another. I really dislike this kind of behavior.”
After a pause, Ao Qian said coldly, "This is a one-time exception!"
"Um, does 'never again' mean I can't use my primordial spirit power to save you in the future? Or does it mean I..."
Before Song Xiwei could finish speaking, Ao Qian glared at her and said, "It's simple. If you use your primordial spirit power to save me, I will use demonic magic to save you."
Song Xiwei: "..." Everything seemed fine, but things have become complicated again.
What on earth is Aoqian up to?!
Song Xiwei looked melancholy, thinking that she should just let Aoqian stay there and fend for himself. She was really tired and wanted to slip away.
Aoqian suddenly asked, "How are you feeling now?"
Song Xiwei: "??"
"How long has it been since you last used your primordial spirit power?" Aoqian asked again.
Song Xiwei counted on her fingers very seriously, "It's been about four, five, six, seven, or eight years, right?"
Ao Qian gave her a cold, dismissive look. "You've held back for so long, and today you broke your vow for me. Are you really willing to accept that?"
At the time, Song Xiwei only knew that Aoqian was doomed; she didn't think about anything else.
"I have no regrets, saving you is more important," she said.
Ao Qian sighed, "Is there anything wrong?"
Song Xiwei understood the concern in those words. She curled her lips into a sly smile and said, "Young Master, if you're going to care about your subordinates, then you should. It's not cute to talk like that."
Aoqian: "I'm asking you, are you feeling unwell? Don't try to evade the question."
"Of course there are..."
As soon as Song Xiwei finished speaking, Ao Qian's tone tightened, "Where do you feel unwell?"
"Young Master, do you really want to know?" Song Xi's smile deepened.
Ao Qian's face darkened: "Stop keeping me in suspense! What's wrong with you?!"
“The consequence of not using your primordial spirit for a long time and then suddenly using it is that you are now very irritable,” Song Xi paused, rubbing his hands together, making a cracking sound as he stared at Ao Qian, his eyes gleaming. “If you could find a fleshy lump to beat up, you would feel much better! I think you are perfect for that.”
Aoqian froze for a moment, feeling that Song Xiwei's fist might come down at any moment.
He frowned, unconsciously taking a step back, and said resentfully, "You went to the trouble of using your primordial spirit to save me, just so you could beat me up yourself?"
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