After an unknown amount of time, Aoqian finally raised his head and looked at Song Xiwei, stammering, "Song... Xiwei, if I told you that I am now a cripple, and that you are the only one who can help me avenge my family in the future, would you still help me?"
"What did you say?" Song Xiwei's mind went blank for a moment. "How did you suddenly become a cripple?"
She quickly reached out and grabbed Aoqian's arm to take his pulse, and her expression immediately turned increasingly grim. "What exactly did you do!"
Ao Qian gave a bitter smile and said, "This is the only way. Once the energy source is destroyed, unless the destroyer himself destroys his own spiritual veins, there is no other way. Song Xiwei, assisting a cripple as a demon lord is going to be extremely difficult. If you're afraid..."
"Shut up!" Song Xiwei interrupted Aoqian, squatted down in front of him, and said in a gloomy voice, "Get on, I'll carry you."
"What are you doing?" Aoqian didn't listen to her.
"Come back to our sect with me. Our grandmaster should be able to repair your spiritual veins." After Song Xiwei finished speaking, seeing that Aoqian still didn't react, she urged, "Hurry up, don't be so wishy-washy! If you miss the best time and your spiritual veins can't be repaired, you'll really become a cripple!"
After urging him for a long time to no avail, Song Xiwei turned around and saw Aoqian covering his mouth, trying not to laugh.
She was stunned for a moment, then realized that she might have been tricked by this guy. "So, the idea that the spiritual vein was destroyed was a lie?"
“My spiritual veins are indeed damaged. I will not be able to use my spiritual power for three months. If my enemies come looking for revenge during these three months, I am afraid I will not even be able to protect myself.” Ao Qian put his hand to his lips and coughed. Then he looked up at her and spoke in a stammering but serious tone: “So, Song Xiwei, I will rely on you for the next three months.”
"You!" Song Xiwei's emotions went up and down in a short period of time, making her unsure which of his words were believable and which were just lies.
"You're just wasting your innocent-looking face!" Song Xiwei retorted through gritted teeth.
Instead of getting angry, Ao Qian laughed, "Then should I thank you for not disliking my face? Otherwise, if you abandoned me now, I would really be doomed."
"Are you scared to death now? Weren't you just being stubborn and telling me to kill you if I wanted to?" Song Xiwei's expression was not pleasant.
Aoqian touched his nose, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and said, "It's better to die at your hands than at the hands of an enemy, isn't it? It's not the same."
"Young Master, if I hadn't gotten involved in this mess, you know how many times you've used me. I would have stopped caring about your life or death long ago!" Song Xiwei was not a person without a temper.
She is wholeheartedly good, but she also has her bottom line.
But Aoqian is two-faced, saying one thing to your face and another behind your back.
If he hadn't stopped today, she really didn't know how she would face him in the future, or whether she would still be able to speak to him calmly like she did now.
Before descending the mountain, she was full of confidence that she could complete the task assigned to her by her master.
After being schemed against by Aoqian several times, she became increasingly confused.
Can I really do a good job of reforming Aoqian?
She was becoming increasingly unsure of herself in dealing with someone as cunning as Aoqian.
I glanced at him; when I took his pulse earlier, I could indeed tell that his spiritual meridians were damaged, and his condition was not optimistic.
Originally, I wanted to take him back to his sect to find his grandmaster, but Aoqian didn't seem to want to go.
As for his claim that he couldn't use spiritual power for three months due to damage to his spiritual veins, it's unclear whether that's true.
She could only remain skeptical and take it one step at a time.
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