Song Xiwei frowned, remaining silent as she watched Aoqian struggle painfully in the flames, lost in thought.
Miao Ruyi's smile, blooming with craziness, grew even more ecstatic. "Song Lang, if you drink this wine, I will release him and promise not to make things difficult for him in the future. What do you say?"
Song Xiwei still ignored Miao Ruyi.
Miao Ruyi said, “This is my demon race’s sacred fire, which is not much weaker than the three true fires. Although he is the young lord of the demon race, he may not be able to withstand my sacred fire. Song Lang, the longer you hesitate, the more danger he will be in. If you think for too long and his foundation is damaged by the sacred fire, you can’t blame me.”
Surrounded by flames, Aoqian truly felt himself in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness.
He listened to Miao Ruyi's seductive words to Song Xiwei, while also paying attention to Song Xiwei's expression.
Aoqian couldn't describe how he felt at the moment that Song Xiwei had found this place so quickly.
However, he absolutely would not allow Song Xiwei to drink Miao Ruyi's wine for his sake.
He tried to speak to stop her, but found that the demonic mist in the flames had sealed his voice. He wanted to speak to Song Xiwei, but no sound came out.
Amidst a mix of emotions, he heard Miao Ruyi's arrogant voice again: "Or is it that Song Lang doesn't care about his life or death? That's fine too. Burning him to ashes will solve a problem for Song Lang. No one in the world will know about the connection between Song Lang and this young lord."
"Are you done talking?" Song Xiwei asked.
Miao Ruyi smiled and said, "We always have so much to talk about, but some things are best left unsaid when we're alone."
"Is there anything else to add?" Song Xiwei asked coldly.
Miao Ruyi's eyes sparkled, "I sewed my own wedding dress..."
"Anything else?" Song Xiwei asked.
Miao Ruyi's eyes were fervent: "I also sewed your wedding dress by hand. I will make you the happiest groom in the world."
"That's all?" Song Xiwei asked in return.
Miao Ruyi said shyly, "There are many people here, so some things need to be said in private..."
"I've given you a chance to speak, now shut up." Song Xiwei gathered her spiritual power and attacked Miao Ruyi directly.
Miao Ruyi was hit by the powerful spiritual energy and retreated repeatedly, but her smile grew wider. "You really don't care whether he lives or dies?"
Song Xiwei's attack just now actually landed on Aoqian through the flames.
Ao's injuries were much more severe than Miao Ruyi's.
Seeing Song Xiwei's hesitation, Miao Ruyi smiled and opened her palm, handing a bottle of wine to Song Xiwei. "Song Lang, don't waste this fine wine."
Ao, hidden within the flames, suddenly broke free from the control of the demonic mist and let out a roar. This roar severely damaged his vocal cords, leaving his voice hoarse. "Song Xiwei, I don't need your help. Get out!"
Miao Ruyi's expression changed. "As expected of the young lord of the Demon Clan, he actually broke through my Demon Mist Formation!"
Song Xiwei's expression was somewhat unpleasant. "How are you?"
Aoqian raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Miao Ruyi was no ordinary shrimp soldier or crab general, and this was the territory of the demon race.
Unless Song Xiwei is not subject to anyone's control, she will be outmaneuvered by Miao Ruyi, who is so cunning.
He himself had a well-thought-out plan, and he was confident that he could succeed even if Song Xiwei didn't appear.
It would be better to let Song Xiwei give up. Only if she leaves unscathed can he remain undisturbed.
With difficulty, Aoqian spoke in his broken voice, "I will stay by the princess's side."
Song Xiwei felt like she'd been punched in the head. What the hell? What was Aoqian thinking? Had he really taken a fancy to this vixen?
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