"How about I cripple you instead of killing you?"
Song Xiwei seemed to have given it serious thought before uttering this statement.
Miao Ruyi's expression changed slightly, but before she could react, Song Xiwei had already summoned her natal magic weapon.
The hairpin struck with deadly accuracy. A pitiful scream rang out from Miao Ruyi as she clutched the damaged area of her demon core, wailing in anguish, "How cruel you are! How could you be so ruthless..."
Song Xiwei raised his hand and retrieved his natal magic weapon.
Miao Ruyi is not weak, but I am not useless either. Even if I cannot use the power of my primordial spirit, under the crushing force of absolute strength, Miao Ruyi is undoubtedly throwing an egg against a rock.
"Still looking for more excitement?" Song Xiwei looked at Miao Ruyi with a helpless expression.
After Miao Ruyi's demon core was damaged, her once beautiful face became extremely weak, but her charming eyes were fixed on Song Xiwei, unwilling to give up, "If you don't kill me, I will come back to find you one day!"
"Then you should live well." Song Xi looked at her sincerely and kindly reminded her, "Although a damaged demon core won't kill you, if you don't repair it in time, you'll never be able to cultivate again. Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"
Miao Ruyi looked at Song Xiwei with lingering reluctance before disappearing from Song Xiwei's sight.
Once the surrounding demonic mist dissipated, Song Xiwei coughed, suppressing the sweet taste in her throat.
Ao Qian noticed something was wrong with her and frowned, asking, "Are you injured?"
"Miao Ruyi doesn't have the ability to hurt me." Song Xiwei rubbed her chest and glanced at Ao Qian resentfully. "I was hurt by some people, and it's been weighing on my mind, causing my emotions to fluctuate wildly. That's why I'm so angry!"
Aoqian was stunned; he couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.
But he still caught the disparaging tone in Song Xiwei's voice.
"I just told you to leave me alone, why did you come back..." For some reason, Aoqian felt unusually guilty when he said this, and he didn't even dare to look her in the eye.
Song Xiwei slapped Aoqian hard across the chest. Caught off guard, Aoqian took two steps back and looked up at her in astonishment.
"Tell me honestly, do you really like someone like Miao Ruyi?" Song Xi frowned slightly and asked him seriously.
Ao Qian: "..."
"You really like it?" Seeing his silence, Song Xiwei raised her voice slightly.
Ao Qian sighed, "Didn't you guess my plan?"
"Pah! If you're going to conspire with her, don't you need to pay a price? Look at what you're wearing! It's awful!" Song Xiwei complained with a look of disgust.
I don't know who it was that just praised Aoqian for being able to pull off any color, and said that pink looked great on him too.
At this moment, however, it is clearly a targeted attack, a deliberate attempt to find fault.
Aoqian felt extremely uncomfortable. He had initially been relieved when he saw that Song Xiwei's eyes didn't show any disgust when she saw him dressed like that.
I didn't expect Song Xiwei's blow to come so quickly.
Aoqian reached out to undress, noticing Song Xiwei staring at him.
He paused in his movements, looking at Song Xiwei with a puzzled expression.
Song Xi frowned slightly. "Continue!"
Ao Qian: "..."
Being stared at like that by Song Xiwei while undressing made me feel a little... embarrassed.
His ears were slightly red, and he hesitated to make a move.
Song Xiwei's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito, and her tone was heavy: "Young Master, have you developed feelings for this place and can't bear to part with it?"
Aoqian coughed, and Song Xiwei's expression was terrifying, her tone sharp.
He was actually starting to feel a little scared. What if Song Xiwei disliked him and ignored him...?
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